Stratholme God

Chapter 792 Ke always has nothing to do with people (2 more)
Seeing Varian who was mourning and angry, and trying to suppress himself, every leader in the Throne Hall showed empathetic expressions.

They unanimously set their sights on McDonald on the first seat.

With this rhythm, it is almost inevitable to go all out to crusade against the Scourge.

The only variable lies in McDonald's attitude.

No soldier can fight hungry.

The logistics of the night elves have long been drained by the War of Quicksand; the dwarf has never been a character with surplus food at home; Kul Tiras and Gilneas are not countries with a lot of food; the Kingdom of Stormwind... Cough, Varian and Burr Val definitely wants to fight, not to mention that the grain production in the fertile fields in the west is basically intact, even if there is only half of the grain left, he will rush there and fight desperately.

The only one in the league that may have surplus food is the McDonnell family.

Everyone knows that, excluding the military fields in the Hillsbrad Hills, the fields in the Stratholme Federation alone have surplus food every year.

How much is left, only McDonald knows.

Sensing the fiery sight cast across the space from all directions, Macdonald sighed: "We don't have much new food in our federation. There are still 20 million (billion) food reserves. If the soldiers of the alliance don't mind eating canned food and compressed biscuits, support The [-] troops can still make up enough food for half a year in Kalimdor."

Listening to Jun's words is like eating a big bowl of reassurance.

The leaders of the countries smiled.

"Hey! It's a shame to say this." Tyrande followed up and said: "If you are a vegetarian, the night elves can still provide 100 million tons per month."

"Bread and wine are enough for the dwarf warrior." Magni rubbed his beard.

"The maintenance of ordnance in various countries will be covered by the dwarf." The dwarf craftsman Gelbin promised in a sharp voice.

Leaders from around the world have spoken out...

Varian burst into tears on the spot, choked with sobs, and bowed to salute: "Thank you, Your Excellency, Lord, thank you kings...leaders..."

Bolvar followed suit and bowed: "As long as there is revenge, the Kingdom of Stormwind will be rewarded generously."

After eating sand in Silithus for several months, everyone is actually tired.This time, the Kingdom of Stormwind was the main force, but without McDonald's cooperation, Varian couldn't lead people to fight across the sea.

The general direction was settled, and when it came time to discuss the details of the march, everyone secretly sighed with McDonald's vision.

As we all know, there must be fewer people who cannot be killed.

No matter how strong a hero is, he will die of exhaustion when he encounters endless waves of corpses.

However, after Kel'Thuzad swept across half of the Kalimdor continent, the number of undead troops under him soared.The wild boars in Razor Heights, the centaurs running all over the continent, and a large number of bones of various races who died for an unknown number of years, it is really not difficult to gather tens of millions of corpses.

Without the two bridgeheads of Theramore and Golden Sword Port, as well as the railway with a total mileage of over a thousand kilometers, the alliance's march would be extremely difficult and the logistics would be tight.

Tyrande: "There are two problems before us: one is where to fight Naxxramas? The other is how to obtain the full support of the Horde."

The Horde came to the Alliance to call for help many times.

Every time it was Wojin who came over to save face for the Football League, but the League's rear buttocks were smoking, and they were busy cleaning the fields, so they didn't care.

Now that Lothar was killed, the alliance jumped and accepted the tribe's joint proposal in turn. In fact, it felt a bit slapped in the face.

This thing is to lick the dog to chase the goddess, the goddess suddenly agrees to add a big bed upside down, and the dog licker will doubt that if he really accepts the goddess, there will be a buy one get one free deal.

Just when everyone was unable to discuss any conclusions about taking the initiative to negotiate, a piece of news came out of nowhere - Naxxramas left after raiding the northeast of Feralas a day ago, and today the tribal chief Thrall personally led the people, Ride a Wyvern to Jinjian Port and ask to see McDonnell.

Everyone asked questions.

Magni scratched his head: "Isn't something serious happening to the tribe?"

It was Fenna* Jinjian who received Sal and his party.

Fenner sent the news as quickly as possible—the medium-sized fortress guarded by Thrall's father Durotan was destroyed, Durotan was killed, and his body was taken away by the Scourge.

This……

McDonnell's left cheek muscles kept twitching.

your sister!
Should it be said that it is Mr. Ke?

He really has nothing to do with what people do.

First send the elite to murder Lothar, and then kill Papa Sal.

After gathering time, everyone suddenly discovered that the two sides should start at the same time.

"The old patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan, Durotan, is strong?" Jean wondered.

Don't blame him for asking questions.

For the entire alliance, Durotan is a very strange tribal hero.

McDonnell said in a deep voice: "In terms of combat power alone, when he was young, he was on the same level as the former great chief of the tribe, Orgrim."

All the leaders of the alliance held their breaths together.

The answer is very clear, this is definitely a premeditated and simultaneous murder.

Two heroes who are old and whose strength has declined sharply may not be of much help to the Alliance and the Horde.For the undead, this is an extremely valuable high-end combat power.

Just look at Terenas before.The old Taizi was about to go to the ground, turned into a death knight, and immediately became a second-line hero again. Ordinary heroes really couldn't beat him.With the addition of [Frostmourne], even the top-level powerhouse with the artifact can punish him.

The undead are so unreasonable.

McDonnell punched the military map, cursing in his heart: Damn!Is this to join the Apocalypse All-Star lineup?

For some reason, he looked at the four loyal generals Rivendell, Celiek, Kurtaz, and Braumux who were on standby in the magic mirror, and suddenly felt that these guys were not good.

God!Is this retribution?

I robbed Mr. Ke of four guards, and then forced Mr. Ke to come up with a more gorgeous lineup.

孽 孽!
For the first time, McDonald felt that it might not be a good thing for the traversers to understand the historical plot too well.

Well now, the Scourge is that virtue, but if it is not completely suppressed, a rebound will easily snowball the effect.

Brainless Roar, Durotan, Lothar, Solas, this version of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, you will believe them even if you say they are the bottom boss.

Damn, the plot is out of control!

McDonnell took a deep breath: "Inform Jin Jian that I will meet Sal at Jin Jian Port at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

On the other side, Jinjian Port.

In the spacious state hotel, although Thrall's most loyal guards stood on all sides of the hall, and there were many armored ogres among them, this was the territory of the Alliance.

As long as the alliance is willing, once the quadruple anti-aircraft guns on the turret not far away are lowered, they can kill Thrall's guards in one minute.

In the middle of the hall, little Saurfang, who had just returned from Silithus, kept pacing back and forth.

Instead Thrall sat calmly on a couch that was just big enough for an orc to sit comfortably on.

"Calm down, Dranosh. There's no point in your haste."

"But, Great Chief, in case the alliance..."

"It is true that the Duke of Stratholme hates us orcs, but he is a very wise leader. He will make reasonable judgments."

(End of this chapter)