Stratholme God

Chapter 788
In the urn city of Jinjian Port, there is a strange smell of meat.

Originally supported by a bunch of light artillery, no one can enjoy eating, but the orcs are an exception...

There is a high probability that it is a broken jar, and it is not that they have never eaten the food of the Alliance. They have already been beaten into dogs by the Scourge, and they fled in despair.

The orcs gathered around large and small fires in twos and threes, eating grilled insect meat.

Just after the Battle of the New Quicksand, both the Alliance and the Horde have hoarded a large amount of Qiraji meat.

The alliance is better, peel off the hard shells of the bugs, cut off the hard thorns on the legs of the bugs, throw the meat into the refrigerated train compartment, and put it in a professional cold storage after it is transported to Jinjian Port.

There is no way, people in the alliance will definitely not eat this, but there is still half of the black dragon army. The 'noble' pure-blooded dragons definitely won't eat them, as well as dragonmen and half-dragonians, these guys are just like orcs, they don't pay too much attention.

The only thing the alliance didn't expect was that the tribal soldiers headed by the orcs actually ate with great relish when they provided worm meat and bonfires, and added some coarse salt dried by the sea.

"My God! What did I eat before?"

"This is too delicious!"

Similar orcish language was heard endlessly in every urn city, and the alliance soldiers who could understand orcish language rolled their eyes wildly.

"Hey! Aren't the orcs shouting that they will never be slaves?" Queen Xi, who accompanied McDonald, sneered.

"An orc will never be a slave, unless it includes food and lodging!" McDonnell uttered a golden sentence that was widely circulated among players, and immediately made the elf girls around him smile beautifully.

"Giggle!" Laughing enough, Alleria said seriously, "McDonald, you don't want to tame the orcs, do you?"

The corner of McDonald's mouth raised: "Yes, but because of the feelings of the people of the alliance, the best orc must be the ashes!"

To be honest, it is really not difficult to tame the orcs, as long as they are not from the designated clan.

The orcs are not of one mind. They are composed of a large number of big and small clans. The law of the jungle determines that the right to speak of the tribe is in the hands of the first-class clans, such as the Blackstone, Warsong, and Frostwolf clans. Darkspear trolls, blood elves, and ogres can only be reduced to pendants for orcs.

To divide the orcs, you only need to recruit some second- and third-tier clans.

Can be done, but not necessary!

The deep hatred between the orcs and the various races of the Alliance, hundreds of pages of A4 paper can not be finished, the first and second Dark Portal Wars, and before the Seamount War, Hou Dad took the Warsong clan to Ashvale to cut trees, they have long ago put all the races of the Alliance Offended all over.

Now even the teachings of the Church of the Holy Light have added the dogma of "Orcs must die". Tell me, is McDonald willing to do this?

Wouldn't it be nice to have a meat shield race?

In fact, to be honest, I have seen too many orcs, and I feel that the painting style of orcs serving as soldiers is not unacceptable.

At least it's much better than the X Games held by an island country, where the opening ceremony was directly "Fengdu Team Building" and "Zombie Live Streaming".Change the place to broadcast this thing, and directly cut off the live broadcast for Yang Ma.

Is this thing still expanding its influence?

Negative influence, right?
Well, farther away.

Now the leader of the alliance, Mr. Mai, once again stated that he would not accept orcs as younger brothers, and everyone below would naturally feel at ease.

A group of people came to an urn city, which was different from other urn cities where orcs were imprisoned.Looking down from the city wall, one can clearly see vague circles surrounding an extremely burly figure.

The Iron Horde version of Brain Roar was sitting in the middle, surrounded by a group of orcs who were also extremely burly and wore a lot of black armor, with an aura of stars and moons.

Obviously, most of the orcs were dressed like beggars, and few of them had complete armor. Brainless Roar didn't feel like he was under the fence at all, but gnawed on the legs of bugs carelessly.

"Beasts are the most powerful and outstanding race in the world! The real strong should have the entire world of Azeroth as their hunting ground..." The words are rough and straight, this is the ultimate of orc supremacists.

Regardless of the miserable appearance of most of the orcs around, the group of orcs from the Iron Horde didn't care at all.They were crazily superstitious about their leader, and echoed one after another, making majestic roars.

Halfway through speaking, Brainless Roar glanced at McDonald who was walking on the top of the city and scanning him.

He instinctively determined that the man surrounded by a group of beautiful girls was the rumored alliance leader McDonald Stratholme.

There is always some inexplicable feeling between the strong and the strong.

And being looked at by the enemy leader with such a condescending gaze, Brainless Roar was quite uncomfortable, and without hesitation, he let out a rather exaggerated cold snort.

"Humph!"

Like the buzzing of a chime bell, the low and roaring snort startled the wandering orcs in the urn city. They all raised their heads to look around, then followed the soldiers around Nao Canhou to the top of the city, and saw McDonald and his party.

There was undisguised hatred in the eyes of the Iron Horde warriors.

The tribal warriors on the original plane of Azeroth have complex eyes. They were once sworn enemies and were forced to join together because of irresistible external forces.A pure orc warrior has his own sense of honor. The feeling of being rescued by a deadly enemy makes him feel ashamed and secretly grateful.

In the final analysis, the alliance did not take the opportunity to do black hands, and even provided food for them who had lost their supplies. This is the greatest kindness and generosity.

McDonnell met Dao Canhou's sight without any fear.

It's fierce, it's on par with Erha's wise eyes!

Young master, I was glared at by Kesuen, who has the brightest eyes among the ancient gods, and it's not necessarily that the ancient gods can stare at anyone who is pregnant. Are you a der?

MacDonald smiled: "Yo! I'm not satisfied with just eating for nothing (idiots). Most of us will die and give up our land with both hands to be satisfied. Forget it, kindness and kindness are not applicable to wild beasts. . Lor'themar, let them go!"

Human lingua franca also has homophonic stalks, and those around me who understand it all let out low-pitched laughter.

The resentful gaze of the Iron Horde orc didn't hurt Mai at all, but a chuckle from the top of the city made Brainless Hou break his defenses.

"You..." The blood vessels in his neck are as thick as they can fit a bottle of Coke.

Here, surrounded by over a hundred elite knights in full armor, Lor'themar walked down the only slanted ladder on the Urn City, and boldly came to Brain Roar.

Garrosh bristled. "Why doesn't MacDonald Stratholme come to see me!?"

This strange brain circuit made Lor'themar want to laugh.

Well, laugh all you want!
For the orcs, Lor'themar didn't need to show any kindness.

"Haha! Is the leader of the alliance the one you want to meet? Who are you? Let your great chief come, and the leader may think about it."

"you!?"

"Get out after eating and drinking! The Alliance has no habit of keeping waste." Lor'themar threw down a rough map on the yellow sand: "There are old Gadgetzan goblins here, if they are not broken, they are enough You return to Orgrimmar."

(End of this chapter)