Stratholme God

   Chapter 442 You go for me

   Hacking down a pit lord is not without cost.

  When Mannoroth was killed, the terrifying fel energy contained in his body erupted, and the intense green light filled everyone's vision and drowned everything around him.

   A mushroom cloud rises in Ashenvale Forest.

   Thrall and Varok, who happened to be hiding under Mannoroth's fat body, escaped.

  When the dust descended from the sky and the billowing green mist that chokes the nose, the two of them worked together to lift their claws that weighed tons. Thrall, who climbed out, covered his nose with one hand and kept waving with the other, driving away the ominous fog around him.

   Looking at the huge corpse of the abyss lord, and then looking next to him, Thrall finally found the corpse of Daddy Hoo.

  Grom* Hellscream: A terrifying executioner who blood-washed areas such as Lordaeron's Tirisfal Glades and stopped children from crying in the human world; in the eyes of the orcs, he was a hero with mixed reputations.

   Under the deception of Gul'dan, he was the first to drink the blood of demons and bring the wandering orcs into the war. Neutral and moderate orcs complained of his recklessness, and his actions incited a large number of young orcs who were dissatisfied with the status quo. But the orcs of the main war faction regarded him as a hero.

   Of course, only Thrall, who has been to the human world, can look at Grom from two angles so neutrally.

   Anyway, it's over.

   Thrall said in a vague voice that could only be heard by himself: "Later generations, the historians of mankind and the shamans of the tribes, will give you a fair evaluation."

   At least at this moment, in the eyes of all the orcs on the scene, Grom was a hero who died fighting against the enslavement of demons.

   "Varok, find someone to carry Grom's body!"

"Yes!"

   The loss of Grom meant that half of the rescue operation had failed, and even the remaining Warsong orcs had their heads bowed.

"Brothers! Lift your heads! For the survival and reproduction of the orcs, I don't know how many ancestors died in battle. Even in the land of the other world, millions of warriors paid the price with their lives. However, the confrontation is strong, hunting Killing giant beasts, isn't this the life of our orcs? We have been here for thousands of years! We will go on like this in the future! If you feel sad, imprint the heroic beauty of Grom in your soul. Let His courage guides us onward!"

   "Go! Let's go back to Orgrimmar!"

   Thrall cheered, the orc finally cheered up, cleaned up the mess, first went west to the junction of Ashenvale and the Barrens, and then went all the way south.

   Thrall's speculation was correct, the night elves did indeed have important people captured, and the main force went all the way east, and they had no time to control them. It was only the sentinels who noticed that the elf huntress was following them far away.

   It’s not so much a surveillance as it is a gift out of the country.

  What Thrall did not expect was that there was actually an elf army that went south ahead of his wolf cavalry.

   Time goes back to half a day ago.

   A top-level three-way melee at this point in the Kalimdor Continent, ended with a blood loss for the night elves, a small loss for the orcs, and a blood gain for the Scourge.

   This result surprised McDonald's.

  Historically, it was Daddy Hoo who made Cenarius rise to the level of [Shame on a Chicken*Demigod].

   Unexpectedly, Cenarius survived, but Malfurion was *caught every day* Stormrage, and he was arrested again.

  Cough, please forgive McDonald's memory confusion, the night elf bosses like fancy embarrassment.

   Whenever he sees them, McDonald's heart has a strong desire to complain.

   Let's just say Malfurion.

   was caught, and in the magic VR game Emerald Dream, it’s even a dead house, and after coming out, he was hanged and beaten in various ways.

MacDonald still remembers the time when he was traveling. In version 8.0, Queen Xi was **** Tyrande, and Malfurion turned into a bear with green fur and came out to help. He threw an axe behind him, completed the chrysanthemum expansion technique, and hit the street on the spot.

   OMG!

  Malfurion, your old man is in the form of a war bear. The hardness of the bear skin is comparable to the 6-inch steel plate of the main armor belt of [War Exhaustion], and you are still afraid of the backstab of the axe version?

  Big brother, old Saurfang is a warrior!

  You, the druid who is known to be in charge of nature, who is in the forest every day, didn't notice it at all?

   Not to mention, the throwing of warriors really doesn't even have professional skills, and only relies on arm strength.

  Oh, don't say anything, **** old German, shame on the line!

   No wonder a group of sand sculpture players shouted "We don't agree with this marriage" or something.

   Anyway, Malfurion, the trash hero, was caught, no matter whether he was dismembered by six horses, or transferred to be a death druid or something, McDonald's didn't feel heartbroken at all.

   Of course, since Tyrande said that he wants to contact the Alliance, he will accept it.

   McDonald said to Queen Shee, "Sylvanas, go on my behalf to meet the representatives of the night elves."

   To put it bluntly, McDonald's felt a little stressed seeing Queen Xi swaying around him every day.

   Now he is surrounded by a thief, a paladin, a nurse, and three personal guards, and Queen Xi obviously does not like them.

   How about McDonald's, who is always worried about his life?

   Queen Xi was obviously thinking about it, and her face turned slightly red: "Why me?"

  You are the most free!

   Of course you can't say that.

"The night elves are an extremely self-isolating race. If outsiders don't understand, they may commit taboos that they don't know. As an alliance general and one of my most trusted vassals, you represented me at the first meeting. What's wrong?" McDonald said sternly.

   Hearing this, Queen Xi suddenly came to her senses.

   She is dignified Sylvanas, the Ranger General, not the kind of woman who can only be a vase!

   So she scrambled through Theramore's portal to Dustwallow Marsh, where Dustwallow Marsh meets the Barrens.

   There was a historical tree-lined hotel, but that place was burnt down by the war.

   In this life, it has become a bridgehead for the Alliance to infiltrate Kalimdor. A huge fortress is rising from the ground, called the [Fortress of Trees].

   It really looks like this!

The fortress is like a gray-white earth elemental creature, quietly crawling in the middle of the mountains leading to the barren land from the dustwallow swamp. It used to be a canyon, but now after just a month of hustle and bustle, it has become a three- The pass of the ten-meter-high city wall.

   This is only the first phase, in fact, the expansion of the fortress is going on all the time.

   It’s just that the huge sound waves made by the engineering team behind were mostly blocked by the tall outer wall of the fortress.

   Came here with an elite sentry force, Shandris Feathermoon riding a Hippogryph.

   Staring at the huge pass fortress hiding in the shadow of the cliff, Shandris was fascinated for a moment: "Human said, they just came here?"

   The adjutant of the huntress nodded: "Yes. But listening to the sound, they seem to be still carrying out fortifications, it should be correct."

   Shandris thought that he would encounter a human warhorse or something strange, but the gate of the fortress opened, and what greeted him was a group of high elf rangers riding on trotters.

   (end of this chapter)