Stratholme God

Chapter 1182
As we all know, that seemingly ferocious pet black dragon is now very obedient. McDonald can tell her to say whatever she wants, and to say whatever she wants.

The key is that McDonald began to let his internal affairs officers pass through the portal, and urgently brought a bunch of documents, such as "Earthquake Disaster Response Manual", "Building Earthquake Resistant Structure", "Lanxiang Excavator User Manual", a bunch of things can be seen The chiefs have big heads.

"We all need to understand this?" Wa Wang rubbed his brows, and at this moment he felt ten years older.

"Uh, it's good that your subordinates are familiar with the internal affairs." McDonald bared his teeth.

I can't tell everyone which sites are going to be finished, so hurry up and evacuate people.

It was related to the fact that Nozdormu had greeted him a little too much recently, but it was fine, he just glanced at him across the void, and the system gave a prompt.

This made Mai lose any urge to spoiler.

Anyway, I made it clear, you can do whatever you like.

The leaders of various countries have toothaches, and they really dare not ignore these things that read as 'suggestions' and write as 'requirements'.

Our lord has the attributes of a magic stick. If you don't believe me, he will suffer a lot later, don't tell me he didn't remind you.

As for how countries implement it, it is not McDonald's business.

For so many years, even the Sand Sculpture players under McDonnell know this guy's temperament - if you can't make a fuss, you will never make a fuss. What did you tell him that you can guarantee the bottom line in a card game with [-] draws, and you are guaranteed to marry a new paper man? Wife, this guy must do all the daily work seriously and save enough for you (that is, guarantee).No matter how crookedly you draw the card, he can guarantee the lower limit.

As the emperor, he is still as stable as a dog.

This is definitely not forgetting the original intention.

Of course, this dog emperor seems to be quite European, this is another story.

The alliance has a steady hand and waits for the brainless roar to make trouble.Originally, this was like the "Soviet-German Non-Aggression Pact" in the history of the earth, it was signed to be torn up.Who would have thought that the tribe would be silent?

McDonald didn't know that this idiot had changed.

As a great orcist, the interests of orcs are paramount in his mind.Maybe the existence of other races can hate him, but for the orcs, this guy is absolutely doing his best.

Thrall's advance in retreat caught him off guard.And Thrall did what he said, and immediately began to arrange for the Frostwolf clan to withdraw to Nagrand, and Thrall himself returned to "our world" immediately, which made Brainless Roar lose his reason to continue attacking Thrall.

"Cunning Thrall!" In New Orgrimmar, after Garrosh muttered, he immediately showed his not-brained side...

"Great Chief, did you call us?" Rommath, the Sun King, and the two goblin trade princes gathered together, except for Vol'jin and Varok.

Obviously, Vol'jin, Thrall's hardcore, and even Varok, who was in charge of most of the military power in the original general department, were excluded from the power center by the new chief.

Leaning, almost slumped in Thrall's seat, Garrosh looked very proud.He grinned, as if displaying his slender and hard fangs in a demonstration. In the animal world, bright fangs often represent... hostility.

"I'm not Thrall, and I don't have the time to describe to you a harmonious world where orcs, blood elves, goblins, and Forsaken love each other as a family. Presumably, the reason you joined the tribe is not to hug each other, right?"

Garrosh's evil smile resonated with the hearts of the four leaders.

The blood elves look down on all ugly races from the bottom of their hearts; the Forsaken mostly resent the living; and the goblins... are there not many goblin bosses who sell their younger brothers?If you are not cruel, you will die as a trade prince.

Unanimously, the four leaders showed knowing smiles, and then waited.

They have remained silent and neutral, just waiting for Garrosh, the 'Master of Cakes', to distribute the cakes to them.

Thrall was too honest, let the cake not be too big, and didn't even send them the 'cake' that described a bright future.They feel hopeless.If it weren't for the fact that the alliance is too strong, how could these four families join the tribe?

Garrosh stood up, his burly and tall body was very intimidating in front of the thinking leader.

He raised [Blood Roar] with one hand: "Follow me!"

The four chiefs followed suit.

After leaving the chief's hall, they came to a secret magic workshop where the blood elves of Dire Maul used to be, and they saw a portal.

Without words, they entered the door following the brainless roar, and then discovered a new world...

"This is..." Romans looked at the vast world in front of him, and then at the endless sea beyond the coastline in the distance, and he immediately realized what this place was.

Brainless Roar spread out his huge palm and slapped it twice, only to see a troll woman covered in gold coming out of a house next to the portal.

"I would like to introduce to you, the secret new members of the tribe—the Zandalari trolls! Together with the tribe, they will rule this huge territory in the center of the endless sea!"

Chief Garrosh raised his hands high, catering to his movement, and the Iron Horde orc warriors in three circles around the portal shouted in unison.

"Oh oh oh oh-"

"Garrosh! Garrosh!"

"Long live Warchief Hellscream—"

The overwhelming momentum is very frightening.

Continuing this momentum, Garrosh walked up to the four leaders, first to the two trade princes: "Storsong's northern coast has oil fields that goblins desire! The Horde needs them to drive huge warships. And You will get a lot of money."

Gallywix and Steamwheedle were smart people with money in their eyes, and they were excited on the spot.

Garrosh turned to Rommath: "There are still some tidal sages resisting in this land, kill them, and you blood elves can build your mage towers on top of their temples."

Romans nodded silently.

The new chief finally walked in front of the Sun King, and looked at the fire in his eyes with a face full of indifference: "Bone, you and your people will find your shelter on the island of Zandalar."

After all, Garrosh made a sweeping motion with his right hand domineeringly: "I don't want to talk to you about children's mutual love. Obey me! Absolutely obey me! Do your part as vassals. You will get what you want!"

The four chiefs all once had their hometowns, but now their hometowns have been destroyed, and their own forces live a vassal life in turmoil.They have long since ceased to hear good fairy tales.

Whoever has milk is a mother, and whoever has land is a father.

Without exception, the four chiefs all bowed to the brainless roar to show their obedience.

(End of this chapter)