Stormwind God

"Oh!" Duke laughed.

Knowing that Thrall is slapstick, but that's comfortable!

He is one of the greatest leaders of the Saar tribe. In history, even the succeeding Woking and Greek Queens were not as wise and as bold as Thrall.

If an ordinary League of Men slaps at Duke, Duke will only treat it as a yelling crowd.

With Sal, this wave of high hats is still quite useful.

"Sal, few people have made me blush, sorry or whatever. In recent years, you are the first."

"Oh, I'm really honored then." Thrall bowed directly.

"Are you and Frostwolf really destined?" Duke converged, smiling.

"Yes, in fact. There are still many orcs of the Blackrock clan and Warsong clan. I am just a pathfinder." Thrall bluntly.

This is clearly saying that if the Alliance cannot even accept the cleanest Frostwolf clan, the remaining orcs can only despair desperately.

Duke didn't care, he got up and took a few steps, looking out the window.

"Do you know? Sal. I have been planning the destruction of the tribe since the tribe stepped on the land of Azeroth. For thirty years, I have never stopped thinking about this. After you became a tribal leader, I have also tried to see if two huge organizations can coexist on this vast planet. After all, evil forces such as the Burning Legion and the ancient gods have put too much pressure on the alliance. "

Thrall was a little sad: "Sorry, the tribe didn't seize this opportunity."

"Yes, if the tribe rises, perhaps until today, once there are no external enemies, the alliance and the tribe will immediately start attacking each other and endlessly fighting. After all, in the tribe's bones, it is advocating to solve everything by force. Fortunately, the alliance is now strong, and The Horde self-destructed at Garrosh. "

"Perhaps this is destiny." Thrall sighed.

"Well, I don't have much to say. The Coming of the Burning Legion is a destined future. In a few years, you will see more signs. You are right, now Azeroth needs any A powerful and intelligent race participates in the war against evil. The alliance will be useful when the orcs. However, I must remind you that since the orcs join the alliance, don't let the traditionalists rise. Otherwise ... "

Duke raised his hand gently, and the white jade sculpture on his left hand turned into an orc-like appearance, and was wiped away in an instant.

No debris, not even dust.

Just disappeared silently from this world.

This is to say that the orc has no more confusion of opposition, and he does not mind erasing all orcs from the universe.

This was no longer a warning, it was the dead line he had drawn for Thrall.

Who touched! Who's gone!

For a moment, Thrall thought: "I see! Once I softened and let the traditionalists control the situation. In this life, even if the price of blood was paid, they would not allow them to hinder the reproduction of the orcs."

Okay, the next thing is to go to the cinema.

The Dark Gate On 5th, 30th, the Alliance officially announced that the Orc Frostwolf clan joined the Alliance, and the ranking was second-class.

At the same time, the tribe of orcs, tauren, and trolls has canceled the title of [chief], which is obviously tribal, and renamed the leader.

On 0th, the remaining Orc Blackrock and Warsong Clan joined the Alliance, and set the file as the third-class dependency race.

The leader of the Blackstone clan is Varok Saurfang.

And the Warsong clan ... the leader is Grom * Hellscream.

Yes, I have been suffering before. I chose Grom who didn't help each other. After all, I chose to return to my tribe.

Duke gave permission for how many years he had been mixing with himself.

Except still using the magic of the magic net as the source of strength to support the body, Grom has no relationship with Duke.

This can be considered a good getaway!

Grom will temporarily assume the role of leader as a hero until he develops a disciple who can inherit his mantle.

At this point, the [Pandaria Mystery] time node is over. Because of the complete death of Brain Scream and Nozdormu's elimination of a traitor in his family, there will be no [King of Draenor].

Azeroth has entered a rare period of peace.

The Alliance announced the implementation of the "Five-Year Plan", which focuses on climbing the technology tree. The core of the plan is to combine various black technologies left by the Titans and the Draenei, and launch black technologies in reverse to create various combat weapons.

At the same time, some of the demons that were captured captively by the Alliance or the former tribe became experimental subjects ...

Time flies, and time has come to the Dark Gate for 35 years.

After the Alliance announced that the first five-year plan was overdone, the second five-year plan began. A prison that seems to have been forgotten by the world, this day welcomed a special visitor.

League commander Duke Marcus!

As the warden Maiev Shadowsong who has extremely high authority and is a legendary hero, she can hardly be any leader of the Alliance.

Duke is definitely the exception.

Not only Duke's strength and power, but also because of Duke's achievements. Even if she only left the prison once a year to attend a secret meeting of the senior executives of the alliance, she could appreciate the changes of the alliance and even Darnassus under the transformation of Duke.

More beautiful, full of vitality, vitality, and sense of security.

Maiev bowed to meet Duke, leading Duke to the deepest part of the dungeon.

Dark, airless, but unexpectedly neat.

This apparently day-to-day, meticulous work came out, and it can be seen that Maiev did not abuse the prisoners here.

"Boom!" A loud megaphone, a round boulder lintel weighing more than a hundred tons, opened wide under the drive of the Magic Department of Nature, exposing a spiraling downstairs.

Duke slowly lowered a hundred meters under the support of suspended water elements.

When Maiev opened the last cell door, Duke saw the blue-skinned half-devil sitting kneeling squarely in the middle of the cell.

"Yo, it's a rare customer, it's you."

Facing Illidan's questioning, Duke was indifferent: "It's me."

"Is Tyrande okay?" Illidan bowed his head slightly, and a ray of fire was swaying in the blindfolds of the black cloth.

"Busy with the child." Duke pouted and said lightly that he was actually stimulating someone's words.

Illidan's temples were bulging, but soon he was discouraged again.

"Oh, she told me I wanted your baby the year before. She didn't come last year." Illidan tried to suppress his mood swings. "Damn Maiev told me nothing."

Duke sighed, no matter how many years had passed, Illidan's infatuation seed still had a heart on Tyrande.

It is a pity that Tyrande is destined to have nothing to do with him, no matter in past life or this life.

"It's a pretty girl. Tyrande said that if you weren't a fallen person, she would be willing to let your child recognize you as your righteous father."