Stratholme God

Chapter 477 The Crimson Sky

Thrall's label in Warcraft 3 is Prophet.

Ahem, no matter if it's a translation problem, or the [Super Poisonous Milk] mouth that can't speak freely, he still hasn't forgotten the devil.

Compared with the alliance with the orcs, Thrall hated the feeling of being played by the other party more. A lump of demon blood incited the entire orc clan to be cannon fodder.

It's okay not to know, but after knowing the truth, Thrall really hates demons even more.

Thrall did not hesitate to expose the fact that the abyss lord Mannoroth and Gul'dan corrupted the minds of the orcs with demon blood and drove the orcs to fight everywhere.

At the end, Thrall added a sentence.

"Grom Hellscream, the great former Warsong chieftain, once said a word in his lifetime, and that sentence can be used well at this moment, that is-orcs will never be slaves!"

The orcs who had been teased long ago burst into anger, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison.

"Orcs are never slaves!"

The shout that went straight into the sky also reached McDonnell, and McDonnell's expression was a bit subtle.

At the same time, the Frost Lady sitting in front of McDonnell—Princess Jaina of Proudmoore said angrily: "Damn! These barbarians should be slaughtered early in the morning."

Well, subtle, in a double sense.

The corner of McDonald's mouth rose slightly: "I don't want to tame a savage race with a strong self-awareness. But it's not that easy to kill the light."

Even the orcs themselves don't know how many green-skinned cannon fodder like livestock are in Draenor's old home.They have no demographics.Not to mention, there are [Iron Horde] members who keep airborne over.

The alliance is now equal to fighting the tribes of the two worlds with its own power, and Thrall is cheating.

Looking at the corner of McDonnell's mouth here, Jaina's heart skipped a beat - sure enough, when she was a child, she felt that McDonald's stomach was full of bad water, which was true.

Cautiously, Jaina tentatively said, "Borrowing a knife to kill someone?"

McDonald raised his thumbs up: "The enemy of the enemy is not necessarily a friend, at least it can be cannon fodder."

There are so many grievances and grievances between the alliance and the tribe, as well as the wonderful incident of cooing and releasing pigeons during the cooperation, it is enough for the third-rate writer named Yu Yunfei who I met before the time travel to write a 400 million-word fan novel, and McDonald even gave it the title. If you think about it, it's called "Storm God"!
However, McDonald always felt that the tribe in this life was even more outrageous.Before the 1.0 version of the game arrived, [Steel Horde] was released.

How can you be worthy of yourself if you don't use the tribe's hands?

McDonald said half of it mysteriously, which made Jaina's heart tickle even more.

It happened that the status was different, so she was a little afraid to ask.

It's just too important, I'm sorry if I don't ask!

"Here, Mai Mai, for the sake of your childhood sweetheart, tell me in private!" Jaina acted like a baby, and even called out the name she used when she was playing with the dead ghost McDonald when she was a child, which made McDonald feel goosebumps pimple.

Not to mention McDonnell, even his theoretical childhood sweetheart, Kalia, also pricked up his ears with a smile.

Alas, there are too many personal guards, and it is a little troublesome, and there is no privacy.

McDonnell coughed twice, touched his nose: "Archimonde destroyed the Wall of Greymane, you know?"

"Of course!" Mengde came, this is the number one news in the league.

"If it is said that I have a high chance of controlling Archimonde's marching route..." McDonald drew a line on the military map in front of the two of them.

Jaina's eyes suddenly lit up: "Mai Mai, you are so kind to me!"

Kalia didn't feel anything about that intimate tone, but Liadrin felt goosebumps all over her body when she heard it. A kind of almost natural hostility rose in her heart, but she was a little uncomfortable.

The only consolation was that after hearing this, McDonald adjusted his sitting posture calmly.

After spending so long together day and night, Liadrin already knew that Mr. Mai was a lazy dog, perverted and timid, and he would never embarrass himself if he could be comfortable. What kind of knee pillow? When there were no outsiders, he would half push and half leave. up.

What can make him change from a comfortable sitting position to a sitting upright position is mostly when something happens to him that makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Liadrin immediately felt much more comfortable: Huh!You bitch, you're still young.

She guessed right, someone Mai almost sacrificed his breakfast.

However, he couldn't afford to target Jaina at this time.

At least so far, she is quite competent as a tool under McDonald.But this girl commits all kinds of crimes. When it's time to beat up the tribe, she cheats her father and engages in alliances. When it's time to unite the tribes, she is blackened because of the destruction of her family business. McDonald will only use this tool man vigilantly, and will not trust her.

Macdonald snapped his fingers, and Calpurnia, the tool elf astrologer, immediately understood and turned on the magic mirror.

That was another live broadcast.

At the head of Orgrimmar, Thrall had just finished agitating the orcs when he saw that the east was wrong.

In the clear sky, the white clouds are dissipating layer by layer, as if being blown away by the sea breeze.Then came roiling clouds of ominous colour.

A huge fireball is dragging a long trail across the sky from east to west, blooming with dazzling light.

This light reflected in the eyes of the orcs, shining brightly.

But it's too far.

When a person is in an open field, the horizon can capture things on the flat ground four kilometers away.

No matter how good Thrall's eyes were, he still couldn't clearly see what was happening on the sea ten kilometers away.

I could only vaguely see the second, third, and fourth shining fireballs piercing the sky and falling toward Orgrimmar. They seemed to light up the clouds, turning the bottom of the clouds into a golden glow. The color of red.

"What's that?" an orc asked.

But no one answered.

Thrall immediately had a bad premonition, so he blew a whistle, and Varok understood immediately, and called the people below to send out a biped dragon knight for reconnaissance, soaring into the sky, and flying towards the sea to the east.

Thrall just to be on the safe side: "Sound the alarm, the whole city prepares for war!"

Alas, the Wyverns were destined not to find evidence of the Alliance.Because the ship [War Spite] dived [-] kilometers away from the coastline of Durotar.

A battleship is certainly not a submarine.

Again.

Science is not enough, magic is here!
At this moment, [War Weariness] Loli looked at the oval shield around her in surprise, which blocked the influx of sea water.You know, this is in the sea at a depth of 50 meters!
"Ah! That's amazing!" Warspite's neutral voice couldn't hold back, and finally revealed a slightly cute loli voice. Of course, there was only one sentence, and the next sentence returned to a neutral voice: "Ahem, it's so rare for old people .”

Of course she didn't know that the sand sculpture player had already completed recording slices with the system, and someone in the system group had already started playing them in a loop.

(End of this chapter)