Stratholme God

Chapter 923 Expansion of the minefield
"Good day!"

"Good day!"

After saying goodbye to the leaders of the alliance, McDonnell, who returned to his private study, turned on the live broadcast of the orc civil war from the spy.

It is very refreshing to watch the scene of orcs dying suddenly and flying flesh and blood.

Don't be surprised, isn't this operation like someone who said goodbye to a friend at night, and then turned around and found that the guy was online in a certain game?

Goodnight isn't really about going to sleep, it's just about ending social mode.

I didn't say that I wouldn't continue to be happy.

As soon as he sat down at the desk, McDonnell was embarrassed, and Onyxia was there again.

Alas, if you said that the life of this dragon servant who has practiced for ten years is good, McDonald can say responsibly that the life of the dragon servant is not good.

No matter how careful she was, McDonnell always wondered if she accidentally swallowed the vertical grip.

But this thing is a bit like a performer sticking his head into a crocodile's mouth-I bet you don't bite me!

Thief exciting!

So being a dragon knight, there are only zero and countless times.

Along Princess Black Dragon's smooth black hair, he stroked the back of her head, which was regarded as encouragement.

Unexpectedly, just touching it like this made Onyxia so moved that she almost cried.

It didn't take long, because there was too much gun oil when maintaining the vertical grip, and it overflowed.

Although Onyxia was in a hurry, she managed to finish it.

Until then, McDonald said: "Why do you do that?"

"No, I'm just afraid that the master will abandon you." Onyxia said the truth timidly. After her intermittent explanation, McDonald knew that this guy was stimulated again.

The [Dragon Slayer] Gruul in this life is still brutal by nature, but he didn't kill every invading black dragon like in history.

After Kael'thas's heroic detachment broke through Gruul's lair, several adult black dragons were found imprisoned.

As sworn enemies, the living black dragons were brutally treated—they were collared and chained, and their claws and scales were stripped.

This situation is even more miserable than a live chicken waiting to be slaughtered without its feathers.

Gruul abused them for fun.

This story once again shows how miserable the treatment of Heilong was after he rushed to the street.

These few black dragons are useless, they are obedient enough, and can be barely used. With a wave of his hand, McDonald gave them to the desired alliance heroes as mounts.

Especially recently, McDonnell has started to ride [Midnight] and rarely rides [Invincible], which made her feel a sense of crisis.

Men, always like fresh.

The only thing McDonnell didn't expect was that Onyxia would be so stimulated by this kind of thing that she wanted to go through the back door.

But, since it's your own mount, it doesn't matter.

An excellent mount knows how to kneel on all fours so that its master can ride it up.

You can see that camels in the desert are like this. If the mount does not kneel down, it can only climb up with a ladder.

Macdonald looked at Onyxia's arched back and thought it was funny, and when he saw the word "qualified" that had faded a bit, he wanted to laugh even more.

Collecting mounts is not because the mounts are easy to ride. These days, no matter what mounts are bumpy, there is no car with high-quality springs that is easy to ride. In the end, it is the sense of conquest!
Isn't it exciting to explore the dragon's lair?
It's very exciting.

McDonald threw up.

After a long ride, Mai silently used the Azeroth version of ambergris to write a line on the dragon's leg.

Only then did McDonnell notice that the battle in the magic mirror had come to an end.

SI:[-]'s excellent rogue captured Thrall's victory perfectly.

Thrall, the great chief of the tribe, stood on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, holding high the [Doom Hammer] to confront the dying chief of the Thunderlord clan, Fenris * Wolf.

The condition of Fenris is very bad. His guards have been killed. His left shoulder was crushed by Thrall's hammer, his right leg was broken, and half of his body was covered with scorched marks. He could only kneel on the ground, crooked He stared at Sal with squinting eyes.

"Surrender! Fenris...uncle." Thrall said emotionally.

He was right.

Fenris* Wolfline is the eldest son of Galada, the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, and the elder brother of Thrall's father Durotan.

Although instilled in him by his father with many ideas about family and tradition, Fenris firmly believes that his future should be brighter.

When their homeland was threatened by gronn, and the behemoths could only be brought down by concerted efforts, Fenris joined the nearby Thor clan to hunt the gronn, despite his father's objections.

Fenris returned victorious, but Galada declared before all eyes that his son's feat was empty and dishonorable.Furious, Fenris left the Frostwolf clan that raised him and joined the Thunderlord clan.

As an outsider with no blood relationship, he has gained fame with his superb skills and strong personality.He dropped the name Fenris* Wolfblood, and adopted the nickname he had acquired for his valor: the Iron Wolf.

"The iron wolf will never surrender!" Fenris almost lost all his mobility, and he was still stubbornly stimulated by the blood of the devil.

Thrall's eyes darkened, and he ordered: "Catch him, keep an eye on him for 24 hours, and don't let him die."

The few guards around him rushed up and caught the cursing Fenris.

If he had a choice, Thrall had better kill the evil orc general on the spot, using his head to frighten the enemy and boost his own morale.Too bad Sal couldn't do it.Fenris is not only his direct relative, but the key point is that the evil orcs still don't like this.

When Thrall led the team to attack Fenrisbon's team, Fenris's direct descendants unexpectedly appeared, and no evil orcs came up to stop his team.

Only then did Thrall realize that Fenris was just one of the fel orc commanders who had been pushed to the fore.

Even if Fenris is killed, the rest of the evil orcs controlled by the blood of the demon will still carry out the orders from their real leader [Queen Kalitris].

Perhaps later generations of orc historians can write a special book - Thrall didn't lose.

Sal was not happy at all.

With this defeat, the orcs in Nagrand will continue to fall into an endless cycle of slaughtering each other for a long time.

The only thing that can change this situation is... the tribe's headquarters army.

Only when the main force of the tribe arrives, can the evil orcs who attacked the various clans be wiped out like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Thinking of this, Thrall couldn't help chanting the name that had troubled him for a long time: "Queen Kalitris..."

If the main body of Kelly Tris, who is not so many light-years away, can sense it and sneez on the spot, it will be appropriate.

Unfortunately not.

The whole of Nagrand, as someone expected, was in a mess.

In addition to Thrall, who worked hard with his heart, there were also some orc chiefs who had brains and were unwilling to let others play together.

But when Thrall repeatedly ordered the tribe to speed up, news came from the Nagrand Pass—the minefield had expanded again.

(End of this chapter)