Stratholme God

   Chapter 1299 Alliance - Debt must be paid

  Thrall was a little stunned on the spot.

   Originally, he thought more or less, anyway, the Alliance was so hostile to the Horde, even if he was pitted by Brain Can Roar, he would still help Brain Can Roar and the Alliance fight to the death.

   Even if it is used, everyone is an orc, and it is a relationship between lips and teeth. Let the Alliance destroy the [Iron Tribe], who can guarantee that the Alliance will not cut down their orthodox tribe as soon as they turn around?

   In addition, Thrall is guarding such a disintegrating territory, leaving only despair for the orcs.

   There's no hope anyway, so why don't you give it a shot, see if you can kill the Alliance, and go back and get some meat to eat.

  A twist!

  McDonald's suddenly brought this up, completely ruining Thrall.

   "You... what did you say?"

   Not to mention Thrall, even Vol'jin behind him sighed.

  As an enemy, McDonald's really pinched Thrall's mentality to the death.

MacDonald continued: "This Garrosh came from a world parallel to ours in Azeroth. However, there may not be Azeroth in his world, but the Draenor he is in is complete. Because the first orc who was tricked into drinking demon blood happened to be Grom Hellscream, this Garrosh stopped him, and then used goblin technology to create a powerful and crazy [Iron Horde]!"

   McDonald's gave Sarkop, probably the content in the game. In Thrall's ears, it was the intelligence detected by the Alliance spies.

After probably finishing speaking, McDonald added: "This Garrosh is a complete 'big orcist'. In his eyes, all weak races are not qualified to survive, and the slightly stronger races are only worthy of being slaves of the orcs. , just like the Goron King [Gruul the Dragon Slayer] who was sent to support you in Mount Hyjal. Think about it, if you win for him, maybe Thrall can survive, but Vol'jin and other races will be miserable Slightly."

   Having said that, McDonald didn't say any more.

   Too much!

  Compared to outsiders, Thrall knows Garrosh's despicableness better - slaying another Garrosh, inciting young orcs to promote great orcism, and seize the throne of warchief.

   The most hateful thing is that Thrall is still not sure whether this Garrosh participated in the murder of Thrall's father Durotan.

   It was Macdonald who didn't say it, and Thrall couldn't help but doubt it.

   That's true, it's an unforgivable blood feud.

   Now that the Horde has been led into the ditch by this Garrosh, the Warsong clan is probably gone, and half of the Blackstone is probably finished. In fact, if you fight with the alliance, not only will the orthodox tribe of Thrall not get revenge, but it will also die meaningless.

  Despite being very reluctant to admit it, Thrall knew—McDonald had really grabbed seven inches of their group.

  Thrall's eyes sharpened: "You mean, let me attack Garrosh's [Iron Horde] from behind, and then the Alliance will take the opportunity to destroy them?"

   "As a reward, you can get the [Iron Tribe] lair."

   "Finally let the Alliance kill you?"

"Of course not!" McDonald's smile was very clear: "Unless you are courting death, I will advise you to separate that Draenor from our main plane of Azeroth forever. Go wherever you like. I can ask Bronze Dragon for help in this matter."

  Saar said solemnly, "What if we refuse?"

McDonald's face froze, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Then at noon today, the thirty Alliance mechanized divisions and a huge air fleet entrenched in Hellfire Peninsula will re-attack, and within three days, they will be blown up. The whole of Nagrand. You can rest assured that this Garrosh warchief will not come to save you. In his plan, you are just delaying time and giving him cannon fodder to build a new version of the Dark Portal. ."

The words    turned into swords and inserted into the hearts of Thrall and Vol'jin, making these two wise men of the tribe extremely worried.

   Thrall shuddered. Seriously, this feeling of putting one's fate in someone else's hands wasn't a good feeling.

   But, do they have a choice?

  The benefits of the alliance artillery, they have already seen it. Now the alliance's combat power is only strong or weak, just relying on the primitive people nesting in Nagrand and not having any goblin equipment at all, it's a fart!

   As long as you break through the mountains on the Nagrand border, it is basically a flat terrain, which is most suitable for mechanized troops and air forces.

  Except for some tribal shamans who can rely on the elemental support in the Throne of Elements and have a chance to survive, most tribesmen are dead ends.

   The alliance is just head on, there is no chance of victory, not even a reason to fight.

   is the opposite of Garrosh, but there is vitality, maybe the tribe can really be reborn.

   Thrall has no choice!

   Thrall's violently trembling body stopped shaking. He lowered his head for a long time before he could hold back his voice: "At least, at least let Varok Saurfang and his clan..."

MacDonald's voice was as cold as iron: "For your sake, on behalf of the Throne Council, I can spare Lord Saurfang, his immediate family, and up to 100 personal soldiers. The rest of the Blackrock clan, please die. In Azeroth. The Alliance - the debt must be paid!"

   This is not a request, but... a trial!

   A judge who holds the power of life and death for the tribe, making the final judgment on the tribe.

  This time, not only Thrall, but all the tribes around him who heard this all bowed their heads.

   That's right! This is liquidation! A liquidation after 18 years!

   In the first and second Dark Gate Wars, the tribe swept across the entire eastern kingdom continent, smashed the main cities of many countries, and slaughtered human, elves, dwarves and dwarf civilians wantonly.

   This blood debt has never been forgotten by the Alliance.

   Thrall's Frostwolf clan did not participate in this brutal slaughter and could be spared. But as the main force of massacres, the Blackrock clan cannot be forgiven.

   It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come!

   Eighteen years, exactly one generation has grown from babies to adults.

   McDonald's led the Alliance through so many crises, and finally got the chance.

   Thrall and Vol'jin turned pale.

   Looking at the two tribal bosses who were speechless for a long time, McDonald said lightly: "Before the Alliance destroys New Orgrimmar, Thrall, you have three days to think about it."

   McDonald cut off the communication, and the whole person slowly sat back on the throne.

   In front of him are more than a dozen magic mirror images, and the alliance bosses silently listened to the conversation just now.

  Emotionally, everyone felt that turning against Thrall's faction was undoubtedly an incomplete revenge. Even McDonald himself felt that killing all orcs was the right way.

  Being a pure player before, McDonald can do whatever he wants. When the boss of the alliance, to consider more than just a tribe.

   The cataclysm has just ended. Although some blood has been recovered, no matter how strong the alliance is, it is impossible to simultaneously fight on Kalimdor, Kul Tiras, Pandaria, and Outland, a total of four continents. If it is not good, it is not impossible to roar a counterattack, and even the flames of war to Northrend and the eastern kingdom are not impossible.

   Not to mention, it is possible to face the two ancient gods of Y'Shaarj and N'Zoth at the same time (even if it is part of the power of the ancient gods, it is also a great pressure).

  The appetite is too big, it will really play off.

   (end of this chapter)