Stratholme God

  Chapter 718 Orcs from Another World

  Damac touched his pet, and his loud voice made the ears of others buzz: "What if the alliance resists, or attacks us?"

   Before Thrall could answer, Garrosh suddenly said loudly, "Then crush them!"

   "Wait! I'm the chief of the tribe!" Thrall, who has always been gentle, was rarely domineering. He opened his mouth wide to make his fangs look more brutal.

   That expression that seemed to be furious, angry and murderous in the next moment, instantly stifled the brain-damaging roar.

"you……"

   "Either Mac'Gora and defeat me in the presence of all my fellow Orcs; or shut up!"

   Brain Can Roar's neck seemed to have been pulled out by two toilet sticks, one left and one right.

  The two sides faced each other for ten seconds, until Brain Can Roar finally turned his head unwillingly under the cold eyes of the chief of the audience, and even the killing intent.

   "Tell me, Garrosh Hellscream, what is your identity?"

   "I am the chief of the Warsong Clan." The voice of the brain-damaged roar was lowered.

   "Then who am I?"

   "You are the chief of our tribe." The voice became more and more low, and even everyone could hear the undisguised anger.

   But Thrall doesn't care.

   "Very well, this is the end of it, no one is allowed to mention it again!"

  Thrall turned his head and stared at Damak seriously: "My people will show you how terrible the alliance's weapons are. If you think you can win after watching it, then fight."

   "Understood. Warchief." Darmac stared at the cowardly brain and roared, then bowed deeply to Thrall and stepped back.

   After a while, most of the chieftains filed out, leaving only Varok and Vol'jin.

   Thrall looked at the tide of orcs outside the window, and suddenly sighed, facing behind him: "Vol'jin, let you see a joke."

   "Warchief, you've worked hard." Vol'jin bowed.

"I once hoped that when our tribe and the human-led alliance could understand each other, they would coexist peacefully in this world. Now that I think about it, I'm still too naive. The kindness we released is not enough to make up for the orcs who committed crimes in the Eastern Kingdom. The slaughter and the pain of the horde. And the Horde doesn't have enough power to deter an ever-stronger alliance."

   Vol'jin thought for a moment: "Although this will be very dangerous, dignity is indeed fought, not tolerated."

   "Alas, the world's test for the Alliance is too weak, and their leader is too strong." Thrall recalled the face that still felt too young, and still felt incredible.

   Instead, he stood in the position of a human being, and he really couldn't think of any possibility of breaking the game.

   It was in the face of McDonald's who seemed to be trustworthy and righteous, but was actually aggressive behind his back, that Thrall felt that there was nothing he could do.

   Doesn't he understand that introducing a large amount of foreign aid all at once will weaken his prestige and control as a great chief?

   Of course he understands.

   But he had no choice.

   His forbearance was exchanged for the alliance's aggressiveness, which made him lose a lot in the eyes of ordinary orcs who believed that force was everything and would not give up if they didn't hit the southern wall.

  The alliance changes to an older leader, and perhaps Thrall still wants to kill the opponent.

   McDonald's is not much older than him, and he is more sophisticated in deploying pawns. Why does this make Thrall wait?

   Thrall is willing to wait, but never sit back and wait.

  This is Thrall's choice!

   On November 11th, the Alliance received reports of Horde invasions at the same time in three places: the tree-lined fortress and the new crossroads fortress in the barrens of Kalimdor, and the Golden Sword Port in the southern Tanaris desert. The Stonetalon Mountains next to Ashenvale also received reports of a large number of orc infantry entering the mountains.

  The tower of the tree-lined fortress, Rivendell looked at the smoke rising in the distance through the telescope, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

   That's right!

  The tribal army is at its peak.

  There are tens of thousands of orc soldiers who seem to be moving metal thorns, as well as huge and thick strange chariots, which are not easy to mess with.

   Of course, the style of painting is still the same style.

"Oooo!"

  “Lok’tar—”

   I don't know how many orc warriors are holding bloody... wild boar heads!

   That's right, when these tribes came out of Feralas and passed through the southern barrens, they slaughtered the wild boars who rushed out of Razor Heights to make trouble.

  Large wild boars can be more than two meters tall, while ordinary wild boars are around one meter five. Their biggest characteristic is that they are strong and their brains are not very good.

   If the alliance did not retreat, these wild boars would slam into the alliance's position as soon as they went out.

As soon as the    Alliance striker left, these guys with no sense of direction immediately got lost in the wilderness.

  Perhaps the Nathanos had counted on these teasers to cause harm to the Alliance military, and with their brains, everything was gone.

   I didn’t expect them to be slaughtered by new tribes passing by.

   This has to be said to be an irony.

   Ouch, the soul of the boar **** Agamaggan is crying!

   "Pfft." A knight beside Rivendell couldn't help laughing.

   Who knew he was slapped on the helmet by Rivendell: "What are you laughing at!?"

The generals below    were silent for a moment.

   "This is called [killing chickens to warn monkeys], and the tribe is threatening us."

   "What about that? Has the declaration of war been reported?" the deputy asked.

   "Not yet." Rivendell shook his head: "I was ordered by my lord not to take the first shot."

   "It's so embarrassing." A knight muttered in a low voice.

Rivendell rolled his eyes at the young knight: "Stinky boy, you know shit. My lord led the army to fight for ten years, and every battle will be won, and this is the title of [Alliance God of War]. Follow my lord, always didn't miss it."

  The young man also panicked: "No, I, that...is..."

   "Needless to say, if I guess right, these muscular idiots are the life of the cannon fodder. My lord is even reluctant to let these idiots die under our cannons."

  …

The scene of the    Horde army's attack was, of course, simultaneously transmitted to every leader of the Alliance Throne Conference.

  In the fortress of Stratholme, McDonald turned his head, took a mouthful of the peeled grapes that Kalia offered, and sipped a sip of warm tea.

   Then he glanced at Queen Xi who was sitting with his back to him, as if sulking.

   McDonald's wasn't used to her.

   He didn't even know what he was with Queen Xi.

   Instead, Tyrande's communication came: "Where did the tribe come from with 100,000 soldiers?"

   "Another world."

   In a sense, the tribe is also a hang-up. Even according to the original history, how many orcs can escape from the cage of Gouhold Castle?

  How many thousands? Ten thousand? There can never be a million prisoners. Who can afford this?

   All the way to the west to cross the endless sea to Kalimdor, just that few people. Then, a [Burning Crusade] immediately merged with the orcs from Draenor's hometown, and the population and strength all went up at once.

   (end of this chapter)