Stratholme God

   Chapter 631 Soldiers approaching Feralas

   "his-"

  The audience was uniform and took a deep breath.

   This is not a breath of fresh air, just admiration!

  The horror of Archimonde is still imprinted in the minds of the heroes of the battle of Mount Hyjal, and has never been forgotten for a moment.

If    was replaced by anyone else, he wouldn't dare to say that he could kill Archimonde with certainty.

  Rao was a briefing given by McDonald after his return, saying that he went back to the ancient battle 10,000 years ago, but facing Sargeras, the king of demons, was beyond everyone's imagination.

Kaizi bowed in awe, and humbly said, "In the records of my grandfather Dath Reema* Sunstrider, there is a mysterious powerhouse who gave Sargeras a powerful blow and knocked him out of this world... …”

  McDonald flipped his palm, and a badge of the blazing sun symbol appeared in the palm.

   "Ah—" Kai Zi exclaimed: "The hero who saved my grandfather and all the clan back then was you, Lord!?"

  McDonald smiled and nodded lightly: "It's just a coincidence."

In the next second, not only him, but also the four Windrunner brothers and sisters, Solanlian and Calpurnia, Liadrin, Valeera, all the elves who were born in the high elves, who are the guards, one is counted as one. , all bowed to the ground.

   They have already figured out the cause and effect.

   Although it sounds nonsense, but going back to the past and letting time form a circle, this kind of thing is understandable as long as you have enough IQ.

   It is no exaggeration to say that McDonald is a great benefactor of the high elves.

   Without McDonald's saving their ancestors when he rescued Tyrande, there would be no later high elves, let alone the so-called blood elves today.

   Change the race, referring to the old news 10,000 years ago, most of them will not admit it.

  The high elves are different, this is something that happened three or four generations ago. Their long lives allowed them to hear this true story in person from the mouths of their elders.

   Looking at this badge, Kaizi was the most moved.

   His eyes filled with tears, and his heart was relieved.

   Among so many elves, he is actually the one with the most stress.

   "Despicable! How can the noble Quel'dorei serve the short-lived?"

   "Your grandfather's face has been disgraced by you!"

   "The sin'dorei? Bah! Is this your way of revenge?"

   Not every high elves can be relieved from their former glory, so they choose the path of self-reliance, or the path of self-exile.

  Although McDonald's has not pushed him and his men to death all these years, he always feels that he is the top and the bottom, and the two sides are not elves.

  Unexpectedly, McDonald's has the ability to take out this.

Ha ha!

   In the future, Kaizi will be able to make a big statement when he goes out - I join the Lord of Stratholme because the Lord is the benefactor of all of us in Quel'dorei. Without him, our ancestors would have died in Azshara City.

   That's right! Even if Kai Zi had already knelt down, he still needed a reason for him to bow down in a dignified manner!

  Everything forms a perfect closed loop!

  McDonald's just thinking about it knows that the loyalty of these long ears has finally become [worship].

   It took more than three years to make a trip, and it seemed that everything was worth it.

   He may not want to see Das Reema, but Das Reima's grandson Kael'thas is his basic plan, which cannot be moved after all.

   McDonald can imagine what the situation will be like after this story spreads.

   At least feed a bunch of bards!

   McDonald arranged a lot of things. This night, it was extremely shocking for the entire alliance and even the tribe on the opposite side.

  The feeling on the tribe side is more intuitive.

   All kinds of information from their intelligence agency flew like snowflakes.

  Varok Saurfang watched Thrall go over the stack of parchment over and over again, and it pained his heart just to watch Thrall and Vol'jin work without rest.

  Thrall put down a stack of information and sighed: "I used to think the Alliance was terrible. Unexpectedly, when McDonald's returned, the entire Alliance was like a giant awakened from a slumber, and began to show its brutality."

   Varok said solemnly: "Great Chief, I have already asked the following chiefs to start preparing for the battle."

  Vol'jin interface: "However, if you can't fight, it's better not to fight. Warchief, I must remind you that our tribe has a great chance of losing."

  Thrall was silent for a few seconds, then nodded heavily: "I know. Unless our old friends can send unexpected reinforcements, we have little chance of winning."

   "Humph! It's not that the Alliance has occupied the most fertile land!" The brain-dump roared sullenly.

Thrall's cheek muscles twitched: "That's right! Don't forget, your fathers and I worked hard to conquer those lands, and they failed. Now that they have proved themselves in blood and fire trials We are stronger and stronger! Then this is a matter of course!"

   This time, it's the turn of the brain to yell, and the whole person is not good.

  No problem!

  Who told you orcs that you lost both the Dark Portal battles.

  Can't beat others, can't grab the territory, who's to blame?

   Don't you blame you orcs?

   Brain Dump Roar became even more depressed, and said angrily, "We should fight the Alliance at all costs! Kill all the Alliance dogs!"

  Thrall finds himself increasingly unable to control the son of his old friend.

   But Garrosh represents most of the new generation of orcs. These orcs were either unseen or resentful of their previous defeat.

   The worst thing is that their understanding of the alliance is basically still almost ten years ago.

The information returned by the    tribe spies was regarded as a fantasy by them.

   Thrall was really choked up: "We can't compare to the Alliance in terms of quantity and quality of soldiers, so what are we fighting for?"

   Feeling that he was not welcome among the chiefs, Garrosh became even more indignant, folded his arms and stopped talking.

   Vol'jin suggested rationally: "We must increase technology and improve our military. And... I hope the alliance will suffer another disaster. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to close the gap between the two sides."

   Thrall and Vol'jin, meanwhile, set their sights on the desert of Tanaris in the southern part of Kalimdor.

   There's a race there, and it's been a bit miserable lately...

   That's right, goblins!

  Although upright orcs and tauren don't like these small and shameless races, the high-tech goblins have always been coveted by Thrall.

   At this moment, a messenger suddenly came in.

   "Report to the warchief, the alliance suddenly increased its troops to Feathermoon Fortress! Giant ships! Countless giant ships have come to the west coast of Feralas!"

   "What?" Thrall was shocked.

   A group of tribal bosses hurriedly rode on the bipedal dragons and rushed to the west almost like shit.

   As it turns out, this place in Feralas is actually not that bad. The Feather Moon Fortress is opposite the Twin Towers Mountain to the west of the area.

  This night elf fortress is not only built for more than a thousand years, but its location is extremely important. It is located on an island three kilometers off the west coast.

   (end of this chapter)