Stratholme God

   Chapter 479 is handsome

  Saar looked at the city from the top of the city, and the south seemed to be a dark green ocean. The flags floated above the ocean, and the reflections of weapons flashed from time to time.

   The young Great Chief pursed his lips. He understood that as long as he moved his lips, he could start a real war. Only a few words can decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, and it was only at this moment that he had the real sense of becoming a great chief.

It was also at this moment that Thrall could understand why even Orgrimmar, who was so respected by his father and known as the number one strategist of the orcs, could not win a battle of the Dark Portal that should have been completely victorious—— Out of control, there are too many things out of specification.

As he grew up, Thrall tried to restore the whole process of the Dark Gate I and World War II. Even if he heard a lot of things in the human tavern, they were leaked by middle and lower-level officers, and most of them were bragging. Restore the truth of most of the history.

   It is no exaggeration to say that if it was only at the level of Stormwind Kingdom during World War I, the Alliance should have been destroyed long ago. With today's Thrall in command, he dared to say that he was 80% sure to occupy the entire Eastern Kingdom Continent.

   Having experienced a serious review, Thrall told himself that the Eastern Kingdom Continent is simply not a place for orcs...

   Look up at the sky forty-five degrees!

This……

   Thrall can't think of how the Alliance Commander MacDonald managed to withstand the repeated attacks of millions of orcs and undead legions in the past few years in such a harsh environment.

  Even if he is free from the direct attack of the Alliance now, the tank troops of Chen Bing on the banks of the Furious Water still make a large number of orc elites feel...

   What is the gap.

  Because of knowing the Alliance, Thrall has always been very afraid of McDonald in his heart. It is this young human who makes the Alliance still shine in an extremely harsh environment.

  Even if the Alliance is about to come to the door, Thrall still dare not easily provoke the wrath of the reckless orcs and point the blade at the Alliance.

   Not long after the orcs used brute force and stone weapons to bully humans and dwarves, the other party formed an alliance and took out a flamethrower.

  When the orcs found the troll cannon fodder and the death knight, the human took out the cannon that dropped the bomb beyond the line of sight.

  The speed of the alliance climbing the technology tree is beyond the imagination of all orcs.

The    orc side got the support of the mysterious [Iron Tribe], but if the alliance side also had mysterious support, it would obviously be more ruthless. Thinking of this, Salton felt a great pain in his chest.

  How unfair the world is!

  Saar looked to the east, looking at the gradually changing color of the sky, still a little dazed.

  Without it, there is too little information.

   "Father, what should I do?" Thrall looked behind him, where Durotan had just walked to the top of the city.

"Looking back, we can of course wonder why the leaders of the time made such a stupid decision. If we were in the same position and lacked the intelligence to judge the situation, we would not be much better than them. ." The kind old father shook his head and patted Thrall's shoulder: "This is your duty as a warchief!"

   Thrall fell silent.

   "The only advice I can give you is that in a chaotic situation, the leader must make a decision. Even a wrong decision is better than no decision at all!"

  Thrall nodded heavily: "I understand."

   Thrall has an answer in his heart - the new city has just been built, and Grom Hellscream has just been killed. For the morale of the tribe, no matter what, he has to make a reckless wave, otherwise the spirit of the tribe will be gone.

   As for failure, of course it may fail.

   As long as you win, even if it's a tragic victory, it's worth it.

   He raised the [Doom Hammer] high, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a red young dragon flying from the southwest.

   A paladin radiating bright golden light sat on the back of the dragon.

  The orcs were on the verge of an enemy, and I don't know how many wolves first let out a low roar into the air, and then twitched their tails.

   The red dragon flew very slowly, and the dragon knight waved the battle flag of the alliance.

   "It's a messenger!" Vol'jin reminded.

   "Let him come here!" Thrall ordered.

   After a while, the red dragon just landed on the city head of Orgrimmar, and jumped down a paladin covered in golden light.

   "I'm Uther! Because I swore to resist the Scourge on behalf of the Lordaeron people, I was given the surname Lightbringer by the Alliance!" Lao Wu introduced himself calmly.

   "I'm Thrall! Tribal Chieftain!" Thrall is fluent in the common language of mankind.

"On behalf of the Alliance, I announce to the Horde - Archimonde, the demon commander who destroyed the Wall of Greymane in Gilneas with one blow not long ago, is approaching your city! This is a reflection!" Er reacted and threw out a prop that looked like a Rubik's Cube, and suddenly a picture was projected into the sky.

The    image is quite large, about the size of ten Imax movie screens.

   The huge image of the ten-story building stunned many of the beastmen below on the spot.

   Well, scared in every sense.

   Not only the technology of the Alliance, but also the domineering power of Archimonde to destroy the city!

  Light and shadow combined with realistic sound effects, even scared many wolves out of shit.

  The tribal bosses were speechless for a long time.

"That's the way it is. The Burning Legion, who was loyal to your orc traitor Gul'dan, took advantage of the flaws in the planet of Azeroth and sent the Legion's No. 2 powerhouse Archimonde in an attempt to destroy the world. The alliance hereby announces , please make your own decision for the tribe."

  In the Fortress of Andorhal, McDonald's, who was watching this scene directly, laughed out a pig's laughter.

   He truly admired his decision.

   Change someone to be the messenger, there will never be such a dramatic effect.

   The other people next to him didn't feel much, but Sylvanas leaned over and said in the words of the wind: "McDonald, you are really bad."

"Huh? Is it? I just want the enemy's enemy not to die casually. Cannon fodder is also valuable." McDonnell was duplicitous, snapped his fingers, and Calpurnia, who was beside him, immediately poured half a cup for McDonald's. wine.

  Queen Xi's half-squinted phoenix eyes flashed: "Uther kept saying that he would let the tribe decide on its own, but it turned out to be the last straw that overwhelmed the tribe's inner defense."

   "Huh!" McDonald was noncommittal and took a sip of red wine.

   "Those brainless orcs, if you let them charge directly, they will die and get a good name. If you tell them first, you are spreading fear. I just don't understand what you are doing."

   "It's nothing, it's just breaking the spine of the tribe." The wine seeped from the corner of McDonald's mouth, and Queen Xi looked at it and thought that McDonald's was not drinking wine, but blood! Orc blood!

   For some reason, Sylvanas felt that McDonald, who played with the Horde in the palm of his hand, was handsome!

   (end of this chapter)