Stratholme God

Chapter 480

The heart of a high elf has always been a complicated thing.

As a race with a long lifespan, even if high-spirited people waste [-]% of their time, they still have a lot of time to train themselves to be all-rounders.

The elf version of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, plus magic or combat skills, there is no way for those without talent.

The extensive knowledge of Gao Jing is enough to make them look down on most humans, especially the humans in Azeroth who have been in a backward farming state for more than 2000 years.

It is not unreasonable to claim to be superior to others.

The life span is too long and too selfish, which leads to the poor marriage rate and birth rate in Gao Jingli.

Love, this kind of thing is a bit ethereal to them.

People look down on those who are stronger than themselves.

I look down on those who are weaker than myself.

It is one of the reasons why the three Windrunner sisters are all 'old girls' over a thousand years old.

If it is said that Cirvanas had tried to sacrifice herself before, it was more due to the situation and was forced to open the business, especially seeing her third sister and McDonnell who were not full of friends and lovers. Now her There has been a subtle change in mentality...

Of course, with the enemy at hand, Cirvanas still wouldn't lose his mind and make trouble at such a time.

However, the fiery eyes in her eyes made Vereesa tremble.

McDonnell... really didn't know that there were so many dramas around him, and thought that Queen Xi was just flattering herself, and she was proud of it.

Ugh!
Let Mengde change the way a little while doing business and pass by the new main city of the orcs. Even a carbon-based creature can do such a job!
humble!humble!
McDonnell told himself this while shaking the metal wine glass to let the aroma of the red wine out.

Now that the Alliance is crazy about farming, there is not much food available for wine making, so this kind of red wine is even more precious.

Although the taste is worse than the cheap dry red that McDonald's drank before crossing, McDonald's likes the slightly sour feeling very much.After all, the exchange of red wine in this world is not as sick as the earth.

Unexpectedly, Queen Xi took Calpurnia's wine bottle and poured wine for McDonald.

She half-closed her eyes: "Then...how will Sal choose? Will he hold on?"

"I hope that he will persevere, and someone will be here in the city."

Macdonald is eager to use Archimonde's hand to get rid of the tribe, at least severely damage the orcs.

Unfortunately, it probably won't work.

Thrall is a very smart leader. He saw the opportunity was wrong, and he was able to lead his tribe to the west to escape.

If he is really brain-dead, he can incite the few orcs to take advantage of the Scourge Legion to make things worse for the Alliance.Of course, the consequence of doing that would be to accelerate the demise of the orcs in this world.

Thrall is very good at judging the situation!

This is the advantage!

However, when he merges with the remaining orcs in Draenor, his advantages will become disadvantages.

It was precisely because he knew that Brainless Roar was in Orgrimmar at this time, that McDonald deliberately did this to magnify the conflict between the two masters!

"Hello Orgrimmar! Goodbye Orgrimmar!" McDonnell raised his glass to the west.

At this moment, looking at the terrifying scene of Mengde destroying the city, and looking at the approaching and extremely exaggerated sea of ​​​​flames in the distance, Thrall really felt strongly shaken.

The words of the honest Uther became the last straw that crushed Thrall's resistance.

"The Alliance Commander said that if it was normal, he wished that your tribe would be completely wiped out, and everyone would die. But the Burning Legion is the enemy of all living things in Azeroth. Even if the orcs are foreign bandits, at this time you You are already a part of Azeroth. The alliance can't afford to sneak attack the Horde at this time, so if you want to evacuate, the tank troops by the river of anger will withdraw."

"Withdraw?" Varok Saurfang frowned.

"Yes! We estimate that Archimonde's goal is Mount Hyjal, the holy mountain of the night elves! Therefore, there is a high probability that the Alliance will assist the night elves in resisting the Burning Legion, as long as the Horde does not attack our supply line in the Barrens during this period, The Alliance wouldn't be the first to attack the Horde."

A fair and strict person speaks with righteousness.

This undoubtedly made Lao Wu's words more credible!

The alliance is so magnanimous, but it makes Thrall suspect that he is alive—do I have persecution paranoia?

Glancing at his father, he finally looked down at the barren land of Durotar. For some reason, Thrall always had the illusion that this new land that had just belonged to the orcs would never come back.

"Okay! Although the Alliance was once the enemy of the orcs and even the entire tribe, this time, the Horde still chooses to believe in the Alliance. I hope you can keep your promise!"

"I swear in the name of the Holy Light that everything I say is true!"

Finally, Durotan interrupted suddenly: "Uther, I know you are a great warrior. If there is no Burning Legion at this moment, will you attack us?"

"Yes!" Lao Wu's eyes sharpened, full of sternness: "In my eyes, you orcs are evil aliens who should be purified by the holy light! One day, I will kill you all... But not now!"

Jealous of evil like hatred, clear grievances and grievances, and understand the current situation.

It was the upright Uther who made the tribe completely let go of their vigilance.

Originally, the orcs began to gather under Thrall's order, but now, the military parade has become an escape meeting, and even mobilization is omitted.

Both orcs and trolls have a strong nomadic aura. They really don’t have many belongings at home. They put on the most valuable armor weapons and other equipment, and the rest are some [hard currency] such as animal teeth that can be used as coins, and some Animal skins, the rest can be discarded.

Fortunately, Archimonde didn't run too fast, and Thrall caught the time difference of two or three hours, and 10,000+ soldiers and civilians marched southward like this.

Of course, Thrall would not believe everything the Alliance said. He personally led a group of bipedal dragon cavalry, looked at Orgrimmar from a distance, and looked at this city where all the orc soldiers and civilians spent hundreds of days and nights with all their strength. A city built with painstaking efforts.

In Thrall's vision, the main city could resist the siege of the alliance army for a year.

If you really want to give up like this, who is willing?

However, the devil is still coming!
As reported by the Union.

An Orc Wyvern at the forefront was attacked by a huge doomguard.

"Ah!" The young orc only had time to let out a scream, and he was completely engulfed by a sea of ​​flames.

In the binoculars, Thrall watched his subordinates in front of him, their skins were burned away by the high temperature of the fel flames, exposing the burning muscles, bones and internal organs, and then the blood evaporated and turned into fly ash.

Thrall was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to run away.

Only Varok whistled extremely dutifully, letting Thrall's mount fly with him.

The demons were very strange. They seemed to have no intention of chasing down the fleeing orcs. They began to swoop down on Orgrimmar, releasing fireballs one by one, setting the brick and wood buildings on the streets of Orgrimmar city on fire.

(End of this chapter)