Stratholme God

Chapter 787 Let him come if he comes! (3 more)
(Silver cute master gavemepower plus more 48/100)
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McDonald didn't think that Fenner would talk nonsense about this kind of thing, besides, he could tell at a glance whether the person who ran to Jinjiangang was a fool.

Then... who is that tattered bastard who appeared in the corridor of Naxxramas Fortress at this moment?

Even if the Biu station collapsed last time, driving a few infiltrating players crazy, there are still a few elite operators who can endure loneliness and lurk down.

Through the camera made by elite operatives, which does not require magic and is driven by pure technology, and is roughly equal to the level of the earth in 1980, McDonald can clearly see that the brainless roar who originally belonged to the tribe is indeed dead.

Patchwick slashed this guy with a kitchen knife, and let Solas patch his chest with a sword. There was no longer any rebellion on that savage face, and there was only a kind of numb obedience at this moment.

In theory, the Hellscream family should be extinct.

Things are obviously not that simple.

"Come here! I need your observation skills as rangers." McDonnell greeted, and the three Windrunner sisters and Lor'themar gathered together in front of the magic mirror.

The mirror image on the left is the Naxxramas image projected by Macdonald through system transcoding in his own mind.

The mirror image on the right is the real-time picture of Golden Sword Port. After getting permission from McDonald, Fenner asked Rivendell's first army to monitor the remnants of the tribe, and then opened the urn between the first and second west walls.

Under the surveillance of the heavily armed alliance soldiers, the remnants of the tribe, mainly orcs and supplemented by trolls, rushed into the Urn City sparsely.

Originally, this kind of urn city built with 15-meter-high walls would give the tribal soldiers a serious sense of depression, and it should be quite uncomfortable.

But one by one, the tribe soldiers rushed into the range of the alliance's cannons, but they felt lucky to survive the disaster.

Crying, laughing, crying and laughing, numb, depressed, all kinds of negative emotions.

There was only one orc with his back straight, holding the iconic elephant-nosed ax [Blood Roar], and walked into the gate of the alliance's fortress with his head held high.

"The one who came to Golden Sword Harbor is a counterfeit!" Alleria said first, "I've seen Garrosh a few times, recently in the Bronzebeard Fortress, and he didn't have this scar on his left shoulder. You see, this scar is obviously not recent. !"

"And here and here!" Vereesa pointed at the frozen frame on the screen and yelled at the other two places.

"It's basically certain that Garrosh from another world is coming!" Lor'themar said with certainty.

Only Cirvanas's eyes were cloudy, McDonald probably knew what she was thinking.Now that she is her own girl, there is nothing to avoid. McDonald gently held Queen Xi's hand. This tsundere girl rarely struggled, allowing someone to play with her slender and strong fingers.

The tribal army was attacked, and the impact was considerable.

In a sense, it broke the already fragile balance of power between the Alliance and the Horde.

Even though the alliance suffered from the same disaster, Lian's family has a great career, and the core areas of Stratholme, Ironforge, and Stormwind Kingdom are not damaged, and their confidence is there.

The Horde has been cheated twice in a row. Without the supplement of the Iron Horde, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.

Not supplementing is a dead end.

Added, the problem is to make up for the other stupid roar, then it will be a lot of fun.

Since the equipment and personnel of the Iron Horde were brought here, according to historical development, it can basically be assumed that this brainless Hou is poisonous—this guy has at least experienced tribal civil strife, then was imprisoned, and then secretly sent to a parallel world to save Dad Hou , Come up with that stupid roar of the Iron Horde.

To put it bluntly, this guy definitely has a deep hatred for the tribe led by Thrall, and he also hates the alliance very much.

The biggest questions are: Does the Iron Horde continue to develop black technology in future generations?This high probability is the brainless roar of the branch world. If he succeeds in seizing the throne of the great chief on the main plane, will Thrall be killed?What consequences does this have for the league?Also, what happened to the League of Sideworlds?
Questions followed one after another, each of which was related to the changes in the historical line of this world, and even more related to the foundation laid by someone here with the players.

McDonnell tapped the table lightly with his right index finger, and everyone who knew him clearly knew that this meant that he was deep in thought, and it was best not to disturb him.

Everyone retreated silently, or stood with hands down, or simply sat on the window sill to watch the scenery outside.

Suddenly, McDonald laughed.

"This is the first year that the three Windrunner sisters have been chasing after me? In these years, the three sisters confessed to each other N times and I rejected them all."

When McDonald suddenly mentioned this, the three sisters blushed at the same time.The two prime ministers next to him had already taken a step back silently, wanting to run away.

McDonnell was still talking to himself: "Once upon a time, for Quel'Thalas, they came to see me in disgrace, but I rejected them time and time again."

I don't know why, does it sound like Versailles?
You see, Queen Xi was so moved that her fists hardened.

"Finally, I didn't refuse. Then, Alleria thanked me."

When it came to this, all the elves in the hall were embarrassed.

God made a turning point.

"But they don't know, it's me who should say thank you. Thank you for fulfilling my childhood daydream."

Uh, those with long ears felt much better immediately.

"However, to a certain extent, thanks to the corruption of the Silver Moon Council, there is now an alliance of all ethnic groups." McDonald's mouth curled up: "Don't you think that there are two tribes of great chiefs?" , is it very emotional?"

Lor'themar, Alleria, and Queen Xi, who had the brightest minds, immediately woke up.

Lor'themar nodded: "That's right, the alliance is strong. If the mysterious Iron Horde keeps transfusing blood to the tribe here, it will be endless. A divided tribe is obviously more in the interests of the alliance."

The alliance is troublesome, isn't the tribe also full of conflicts?
When the external force is strong enough, different interest groups in a camp will naturally choose to join forces.

If the external force is weak, interest groups will naturally seek greater benefits.

What's more, an opponent like a pig is a godly assist for one's own side!
Macdonald laughed and said, "The technology that the Iron Horde is proud of is not that good. Let him come. If Garrosh can eliminate Thrall and create a stronger tribe, that would be interesting."

Is McDonald playing with fire and setting himself on fire?

No!This is called self-confidence!

Goblin's technology limit is there.Brainless Hou, a guy with only muscles and intrigue in his mind, can't handle technological iteration or anything.

Now that Brain Howl from the main plane died suddenly, it is more in the interests of the alliance to lead a tribe that leads Iron Horde Brain Roar into the main plane.

"Come on, let's meet the great chief of the Iron Horde!"

(End of this chapter)