Stratholme God

Chapter 853 The alliance has no intention of war (3 more)
Party struggle, this is something that almost inevitably exists in any large organization.

In the world of Azeroth, where fists are big and words are louder, the weak really have no human rights.

Especially after Marduk finished speaking, there was news of the destruction of the Naxxramas remnant.

"Heh!" The Blood Queen smiled sarcastically, not even looking at Marduk.

No one knows when the Lich King will complete his soul fusion and exit.

The only thing that is clear is that the Scourge still needs someone to come forward to manage it.

At the moment when the undead of human origin are weak, it is obviously a victory for the long ears.

Although the ice dragon army is strong, the long-term death has generally weakened the ice dragon's soul, and its wisdom has dropped sharply. It is fine to act as a gatekeeper, but it is unnecessary to manage the army.

Under the ice dragon, there are elves of the blood system. Whether it is the blood queen or the council of blood princes, these elves form a small circle that temporarily holds power.

They covered the sky with one hand, and even sent away the former spider king Anub'arak, who was quite powerful, and threw him to patrol outside the Icecrown Citadel, in the name of expanding the influence of the Lich King and defending the Icecrown Citadel.

The loyal nerubian king obeyed.

"Alas—" The loyal Marduk could only silently choose to obey, quietly waiting for his lord's recovery.

So far, the continuous turmoil affecting the two continents has basically come to an end.

After the Union army quickly cleared the construction area, McDonald ordered a quick evacuation.

After fighting for two years in a row, Naxxramas threw the plague everywhere, polluting a large area of ​​land in the eastern kingdom. Even if it was as powerful as the Stratholme Federation, it would not dare to start a war again.

There is still food in the warehouse, but only enough for their own consumption.

McDonald would not dare to gamble.

In normal history, it has been more than 30 years since Azeroth hit the Dark Portal.

This is a shortened version of the world line.

No one can guarantee that there will be no moths next year.

The ancestors were religious, and they didn't panic when they had food in their hands.

McDonald kept 80% of his tanks and mechanical equipment, but only a small number of soldiers.Crossroads Fortress, New Ratchet City, Forest Fortress, and Golden Sword Port each have less than [-] professional soldiers on average, greatly reducing the burden of transoceanic food transportation.

Few people know that McDonnell continues to secretly transport surplus food to Kalimdor to facilitate long-term storage of compressed biscuits, canned military rations, and cured meat, and at the same time encourages fishermen to come to the east coast of Kalimdor to fish , and silently increased the purchase price of various fish catches here.

On the Horde side, Thrall knew that the Alliance really followed the plan and wiped out the Naxxramas structure area within five days, which can be described as a surprise.

No matter how good he was at fighting, he didn't dare to say that he could 100% beat the alliance's strange metal underwater weapons in the sea.

On the third day of Darian's five days, Thrall was dragged down by his subordinates, and he was not allowed to go into the sea.

In the last two days, only ordinary orc folk and trolls who were regarded as cannon fodder would fish in the sea.

For several days, Garrosh Hellscream roamed around Feralas, motivating the Horde.

He raised his arms and shouted, grinning his teeth, and the way he held up [Bloodhowl] looked really handsome to most orcs.

"Our pain and hunger are caused by the damned alliance!"

"These despicable guys only dare to attack us with artillery used by cowards, instead of confronting us head-on like men."

"As long as you pull the damned Alliance into melee, it will be the Horde Warriors' world!"

"The truly strong are qualified to enjoy the fattest hunting grounds and occupy the most prey."

"We orcs, trolls, and blood elves are the ones who should really rule this world!"

"Don't be fooled by the Alliance's artillery, join the Iron Horde, and you will learn to master more powerful weapons! Ignore their artillery. With these, you can kill the scum of the Alliance as you like!"

As he shouted, a brand new 'tank' that had never appeared in history appeared in the eyes of the tribal people.

The feeling at first glance is huge!
too big!
The three-story-high body is entirely wrapped in black steel.

This scene stunned the player [Nanjing Penguin] who was sneaking into the tribe to inquire about news: "Hey, everyone, let's see what this thing is?"

The system group is fried.

[Fellow Daoist, please stay]: "It's a bit like [Little Willy]."

[Knight of Shadow of the Earth] frowned: "Mark Type I?"

Both of them were talking about the earliest models of tanks during World War I.

The main body of this thing presented in the player's field of vision is a super large steel coffin. Miraculously, the goblin craftsmen behind the Iron Horde absorbed the tank design of the World Alliance and made two armored tracks for this large coffin. Load wheels are a bit nondescript.

Then there were two super-large caliber mortars on both sides of the tank. The caliber was nearly one meter by visual inspection, so it was unknown whether they were firing a reduced version of the Iron Star or something else.

The only thing that is certain is that this thing adheres to the unscientific thick and hard style of the Iron Horde. You can tell at a glance that the armor thickness of this thing is at least 10cm, and even 20cm in some places, which is outrageous.

When he first received the news, McDonald was taken aback, and even stepped up to let his staff get the parameters of this thing.

Who knows, the orcs are really careless and unprepared, and McDonald easily got the steel sample of the so-called [Steel Number].

"Damn it, this shit... Indigenous steelmaking plus the blessing of the great god of shaman dance? The combined strength is about two-thirds of that of pig iron?" McDonnell's eyes widened.

[Situ Yanpo] Shrugged helplessly: "It's true. If there is no power of the earth element, this thing will break in the middle even when it is turned on. By the way, do you trust the quality of goblin products?"

"This..." Mr. Mai couldn't hold back anymore.

The system group burst into laughter.

"I shouldn't be teaching science in this shitty place."

"Hahaha! Are you trying to laugh me to death so that you can inherit my fortune on Earth?"

On the other side, very strangely, Thrall, who was hiding in a natural air-raid shelter on the west coast of Feralas, did not wait for the Alliance shells, but instead waited for Darian.

Darian did not have the previous aggressive aura, and bowed slightly sternly: "The alliance has no intention of war. This time, we are here to discuss a new non-aggression treaty and the exchange of Naxxramas spoils."

Non-aggression is an old topic.

McDonald didn't want to fight, and Thrall didn't want to fight even more. Both sides had this need, and it basically hit it off, but it was still necessary to pretend.

The exchange of loot comes from the boss Glass.This undead dog has a lot of shoulders and belts commonly known as T3 sets.

Without the output of this product, the [Dreadnought] suits for fighters on the Alliance side, for example, will be short of six or two, which is quite disgusting.

Darian came over to discuss whether it is possible to exchange the spare parts of the Blackwing Lair for these two parts of the T3 set.

This is the mental game.

(End of this chapter)