Stratholme God

   Chapter 633 Two fools, you are black (2 more)

   "It's very simple! Because the Horde kidnapped His Majesty Varian Wrynn, the king of our Alliance Stormwind Kingdom!" Darion slapped the table and put down a magic crystal with his right hand.

The background reflected on the    is the Dire Maul arena that the tribe has not yet rebuilt, and the male human swordsmen fighting in the middle of the arena is the same person as the portraits of Darion's knight attendants.

  Thrall was almost heartbroken.

   Thrall knows what happened in his arena.

   Orcs have never been a race to keep their feet.

   Orcs from safari races, the instinct to fight is engraved in their DNA.

   He gathered so many orcs. Hunting in Feralas could not satisfy the fighting urge of so many orcs.

   Thrall is very clear that only the farming race can increase the carrying capacity of the land for the population, but he does not want to consume the blood of the orcs.

   Open a gladiatorial arena and vent excess energy to those little cubs with excess energy, which is just a need.

  Simple fighting between orcs will not be able to train a true warrior.

  Only if you have seen life and death, can you train more heroic units.

   So under the instigation of his own needs and the vassal races such as ogres, especially with the goblins. In recent years, the Arena of Doom in New Orgrimmar has become the most prestigious arena in Kalimdor.

   As a rake for the protection of the arena, it has become the main source of income for the new main city of the tribe.

   Bloody gold coins are also gold coins.

   Not to mention orcs, trolls, and even tauren are not disgusted with the money.

   After all, this activated the tribe's economy. With this money, the tribe obtained a bunch of reliable and unreliable weapons from the goblins.

   Of course, there are often goblins who do things.

   After the goblins themselves didn't mind the tribe to liquidate the goblin liars and scum who cheated the tribe's money, surprisingly, the cooperation between the tribe and the goblins was quite pleasant.

   As the imaginary enemies of the tribe, human and elven gladiators are not uncommon.

   Tribe members are also happy to see their mortal enemies kill their heroes in the arena.

   Now that he has entered the arena, whether it is killing or being killed, the tribe members take it for granted.

   Thrall also knows: those **** slave owners, most of the way to get slave gladiators is not the right way. Even though he knew that something might happen, Thrall never thought such a big thing would happen!

  You kidnapped the kings of Stormwind! ?

   Isn't this a casus belli for the alliance?

  Speaking of which, what do those important officials and guards in Stormwind Kingdom eat? Can your own king be kidnapped?

   It's so hard to die, Thrall has personally watched the gladiator's game.

The human gladiator, who belongs to the shaman Rhaegar* Earthfury and goes by the pseudonym [Grosh], defeated the Juggernaut in the shaman gladiator team in a one-on-one gladiatorial fight last month, and took his double sword.

Then last week, with the leadership and combat skills of Gorosh, this trio of human and night elf druid Broll Bearskin, plus a passerby blood elf, sacrificed the blood At the expense of the elven gladiator, he won the crown of the Dire Maul Arena.

   This incident caused quite a stir for a while.

  Without it, Gorosh took down several orc gladiators who were valued by Thrall, beating them to death or wounds.

   Watching the gladiatorial fight was refreshing for a while, but when it was time to pay the bill, Thrall realized to his dismay that he couldn’t prostitute for free!

  'I threw my king into the arena! ’

   This time, the mud fell off the crotch, not flying, but also flying.

   Even the shamans who ruled Gorosh are their orc shamans, and Thrall is really not clear.

   Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid from Thrall's forehead on the spot.

   "Hey! Warchief, you must have an impression of His Majesty the King of Stormwind Kingdom?" Darien was unforgiving.

   "This..." Thrall found that it was impossible to deny it, and everyone had used magic to record it, and it was completely real. If he denies it indiscriminately and calls someone on the door, he won't even be able to raise the banner of a just war.

  Darian sneered: "The Alliance gives the Warchief 72 hours. If you don't hand over His Majesty Wrynn, then this is a declaration of war!"

  Darian raised his hand, and a quasi-declaration announcement was placed on Thrall's table by the squire knight.

   "Wait, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding!" Vol'jin quickly settled the case: "I heard that your Storm King is still in his palace..."

"Misunderstanding?" Darian pouted: "It is precisely because of the loss of the king that Stormwind Kingdom had to temporarily use the king's fall from a horse and injury as an excuse to temporarily stabilize the people. Now that the evidence is conclusive, what other misunderstandings are there? We only have to wait three days. , no one for three days. That's a full-scale war!"

   This pot is so big that the whole tribe can't afford it.

   Thrall was wrongly killed.

   looked at Darian and left, he didn't even dare to stay.

   Darian left here, and Thrall received a report from the spies over there, and the alliance began to mobilize for war!

   The most desperate thing for Thrall is that his **** was on fire, and he immediately rushed back to New Orgrimmar City, but the news he got was that Gorosh was missing!

   "Bastard! Why didn't he disappear sooner or later! He disappeared at this time!" Thrall was going crazy.

   Vol'jin reminded: "Will this be the bitter meat of the Alliance!"

   "Impossible!" Thrall gritted his teeth: "The Alliance will never use their second-ranked kingdom king to do this."

   Change the king, maybe Thrall will believe it.

  The problem is that Stormwind Kingdom is too far from the Stratholme Federation. Even if McDonald wants to annex other kingdoms, he will not go to Stormwind Kingdom. This is not in McDonald's interest.

   This is a misunderstanding, and it is almost impossible for Saar to survive and die.

   Well, here comes the problem.

Where is    Varian?

  The answer is…on the way.

   "You guys, are you really my subordinates?" Varian lost his mind and looked at the thieves father and daughter in front of him with a little doubt.

   "Your Majesty, it's absolutely true." Vanessa VanCleef took out a magic bead, and what was thrown on it was the image of her and Varian training in Stormwind Fortress.

   Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar 'self', Varian was thoughtful.

The strange familiarity of    made Varian choose to believe it. He was originally an amnesiac, and he certainly believed that someone could come up with real evidence.

   In fact, long before the Alliance fleet encircled the west coast of Feralas, Bolvar, who finally got information from McDonald's, immediately dispatched MI7's strongest band of thieves.

  The Van Cleef father and daughter personally infiltrated, and Mathias Shore specially sent troops to respond.

   They didn't even break through the tribal outpost in the eastern part of Feralas. Just less than ten kilometers out of New Orgrimmar City, a Red Dragon Young Dragon Air Force responded and flew away at night.

   By the time Thrall arrived on the west coast, Varian had arrived at the boulevard fortress and met Bolvar who had arrived.

At the same time when the    news was confirmed, McDonald came to a mysterious place and met a guy who was no stranger.

   "Alsace, you are black!"

   (end of this chapter)