Stratholme God

Chapter 732 Afraid of Trouble

Basically every four hours of running, you can come across a train station, and the orc soldiers can get off the train to rest, and you can see the thawed just right...dinosaur meat.

Orcs are actually quite picky about meat.

On the contrary, I don't like domestic pork, thinking it is not chewy.

The fangs they have evolved over thousands of years are more suitable for eating hard meat.

Feeling the undisguised hostility of the alliance soldiers, and feeling their iron-like discipline under orders, Varok was extremely emotional, and sighed in his heart: What kind of horrible race have we provoked!
As a veteran warrior who has experienced three Dark Portal Wars, Varok is very clear about what happened, and how the orcs invaded Azeroth under the guise and inducement of Gul'dan, and fought against the Alliance to this point.

He knows the truth, but has no regrets.

That's how the ass decides the head.

As an orc, he is doomed to be unable to pity those human beings whose homes were destroyed by the war and lost their lives.

So, there are only emotions.

As for how to get along with the alliance in the future, and whether the tribe can counterattack, these are not things that Varok can consider.

He was an orc's blade, held by the Warchief, not Varok.

"Father, what's the matter? The Alliance has a trap?" It was Dranosh Saurfang, his son, who spoke.

"No, don't think too much. The leader of the alliance, McDonald Ken Stratholme, is a man of faith. He will not go back on what he said. As for whether we have the ability to defeat the enemy in front of us, it depends on ourselves ability."

"Haha! Father, don't worry, I will become the greatest warrior."

"You will." Varok didn't know why, and looked at the back compartment, which was where Garrosh was.Varok worries about the ambitions of the warsong chieftain.

Relying on external forces to seize the dominance of the tribe?

If that's the case with you, Garrosh, I'm so disappointed.

As the No.1 tribal army under Thrall, Varok suppressed his inner anxiety.

This time, all the heroes from the Horde came except Thrall who stayed behind.

Thrall realized the equipment gap with Alliance heroes and had to give it a go.

Obviously, they should be sweating. Vol'jin and Varok have quite the same opinion in this regard. McDonald will not attack his allies on the battlefield.

Maybe it's the reputation.

……

When the Horde army arrived by train, the alliance had already pushed the troops into the Silithus area.

McDonnell came to the historical Deer Helmet sentry post and now the Black Dragon sentry post, and watched the engineers quickly build bunkers and city walls with prefabricated modules, nodded with satisfaction, and entered his temporary tent with a height of five meters.

Liadrin helped McDonnell lift the curtain of the tent, and MacDonnell saw Tyrande.

"What's the matter, are you still used to it?"

Tyrande glanced at the distant scene.

At this time, hundreds of flying insects the size of carriages formed a scattered array, breaking through the clouds and rushing towards the alliance forward.

Without any circling movements, they directly attacked the human chariot below.

If it was the past, the sentinels around Tyrande would definitely be shooting bullets, unsheathing their weapons, bending their bows and setting arrows, etc. Now, these night elf female archers who are slim but not to be underestimated are just secretly clasping their backs. longbow.

In the originally clear sky, a curtain wall composed of countless green and red tracer bullets immediately appeared in the sky above the Chariot Group, looking like fireworks at the Winter Veil Festival.

Then, as the angle of the anti-aircraft gun dropped, the wall of death formed by the firepower network immediately moved forward, and the diving bugs had no time to dodge, and directly slammed into it.

There was a continuous crackling sound of Zerg limbs being smashed in the distance, and the distance was so dark that it felt like a black rainstorm, with countless limb fragments and muddy insect slurry falling down one after another. Shengsheng spread a layer on the ground.

This scene, Tyrande has seen too many in the past few days.

Compared with the artillery-based Allied forces on Mount Hyjal, the current metal storm is more terrifying.

The mechanized armies of the Alliance are so powerful that the mountain giants that Fandral has worked so hard to bring together are a bit of a guard of honor.

Fandral can't be forced by humans.

He pointed to the center of the Silithus map: "We plan to build a fortress here, and use it as the center to sweep away the surrounding insect nests."

The place he was pointing to was a plateau.

In terms of momentum, this extreme druid boss is full marks.

"Well, very energetic." McDonald sat down leisurely, took the black tea cup from Kalia, and took a sip.

"It's not a mental problem, it's aggressiveness! So far, it has been detected that there is a [Ash Nest] 5 miles north of here, and a [Zola Hive] 20 miles southwest of here..." Fandral said. La said a lot of benefits of building a fort here.

In the end, McDonald said: "Yes, no problem."

"I intend to build this fortress according to the standards of the night elves."

"can."

"This fortress will be named after [Cenario]."

"can."

McDonald agreed so neatly, Fandral, who thought he was making things difficult and slapping McDonald, only felt that punching the cotton was a forceful misplaced feeling.

McDonnell agreed, and the other bosses would not object.

The dwarves were just curious what the night elves would come up with.

After the meeting was over, Tyrande went to McDonnell in private instead: "Why do you follow his wishes?"

"It's nothing bad! The night elves are the core of the Kalimdor continent after all. And the druid doctrine, maybe in the future, it can be abducted to the tauren from the tribe. My natural way of the druid faction has always been With respect."

McDonnell's attitude made Tyrande frown: "Aren't you going to see him laugh?"

"No, the alliance is always a multi-racial union. Isn't it great that all the races contribute? Besides, even if something happens, I will respond here at the Black Dragon Post, and there is no worry about retreat. What are you afraid of? Let all the races show their strength, Is it not good?"

Tyrande was speechless.

This thing of prestige is indeed played out.

In recent years, they are all human beings. No, it should be said that it is only the Stratholme Federation that is showing off. This also makes McDonald's right to speak a little too much.

Out of the instinct to fight for the right to speak, Tyrande knew that she had to show it too.

Besides, in the previous [Battle of Quicksand], the main force was the night elves.

This re-enacted battle is also the revenge of the night elves.

Of course, the biggest reason for McDonald to do this is - the task of opening the door in Silithus is super troublesome!

McDonnell gave up the dominance so generously and was willing to keep the bottom line. Tyrande heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly his expression changed, and he burst into a smile: "I knew it, McDonald, you are the most reliable."

Someone Mai:? ? ?

There are always troublemakers, no, there are always priestesses who want to plot on me?

(End of this chapter)