Stratholme God

   Chapter 1160 Tolerance

   Those who have been in high positions for a long time have a certain majesty.

   What's more, the Alliance God of War and Alliance Leader McDonald, who has never lost a single defeat since his debut, has never missed a fight?

   As soon as these words came out, to tell the truth, Kane... was shocked by McDonald's on the spot and was speechless.

   is too shocking!

   without disguise!

   But, what's with the thumping heart in his chest, the excitement that came from the bottom of his heart?

  Kane can barely keep his composure, and Bane next to him has stood up suddenly, clenching his fists. If his father was not here, he would have agreed on the spot.

  Kane suddenly felt a burst of sadness-you must know that before coming to Stratholme, he kept hypnotizing himself, to be a good tribal envoy, and not to fall into the prestige of the tribe.

   When things came to an end, standing at the crossroads of his own destiny, he was so excited and ecstatic, his heart and soul seemed to be rejoicing that the Alliance had issued an invitation to the Tauren.

   At the same time, he was ashamed of his own reaction, feeling that he was a traitor to the tribe.

   "I...I..." Kane was speechless.

   He knew very well that every word he spoke next would determine the fate of the entire tauren race.

The more cautious and anxious he became, the more speechless he became.

  The two father and son gasped together, and they represented very different meanings: Kane was nervous, Bane was excited.

   Sitting on the newly built golden throne, McDonald calmly, no, that is beyond calm, his voice sank: "If the tauren really can't betray the tribe, you can choose neutrality..."

   When the first half of this sentence was finished, Kane still had a little bit of joy in his heart, and he immediately realized that something was wrong. MacDonald didn't finish his sentence.

   Sure enough, the next second...

"Although I really want to tell Your Excellency Bloodhoof, the actual situation is that once the Alliance and the Horde go to war, the Alliance will destroy the entire Mulgore as soon as possible. Otherwise, the army of the Horde may leave the Taurazu Fortress east and attack me. Fang Linyin Fortress Army's back road."

   This time, the Bloodhoof father and son were startled.

   Their faces were pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked their thick manes.

  Bane raised his neck and asked, "Isn't it impossible for the Alliance and the Horde to live in peace?"

"Peace?" Regardless of McDonald's, even Maiev and Valeera standing on both sides of McDonald's, as well as the vassals waiting at the bottom of the throne, and even the royal guards by the wall of the hall, all showed hatred in their eyes. light.

MacDonald's voice suddenly became high-pitched: "Humans, dwarves, gnomes and high elves have spent 2,700 years of peace on the Eastern Kingdom continent. I would like to ask who undeclared the war and set fire to the entire eastern part of the world. Kingdom Continent? Who is it? Burning down the villages of the civilians of the four ethnic groups and wantonly slaughtering their people?"

  The war crimes committed by the orcs during the first and second Dark Portal wars cannot be washed away at all.

   Even Bane lowered his stubborn head and whispered, "That's the blood of the devil..."

   "Oh? Putting all the blame on the Burning Legion, can you pretend to be a victim too?"

  Bane was at a loss for words.

   "The Horde fought against the Burning Legion at least in the First Battle of Hyjal."

   "Yes! Forced to join forces! Turning around, it's not crazy to expand the site again." McDonald's responded poignantly.

   "That's because their world is going to be destroyed..."

"Hehe! If the orcs came to Azeroth with friendship and peace, the Alliance would welcome them, just as they would welcome the draenei. But what did they bring? Killing and destruction! Why should a group of outsiders want Let all the natives die and give up the land for the orcs to thrive?"

  This time, it was Kane's turn to be speechless.

McDonald's words continued to cause psychic damage: "There are too many **** who want to destroy Azeroth. The ancient evil gods, the Burning Legion, the Black Dragon, the Elemental Lords, the Scourge, and all the messy guys. The Alliance is defending Azer. What was the Horde doing when he fought against Rath? What was Thrall doing?"

   Every sentence is a mental torture, leaving Kane speechless.

"You dare not say that as far as I'm concerned—" McDonald's words were more like the judgment of the Inquisition: "He asked his men to cut down every big tree they saw to build his ruined city. Hunting is clean. Every beast of the land, to feed his fellow beasts. Then the Forsaken, blood elf traitors, goblins who destroy the land, spread death and terror, are collected into the tribe. Even the Zandalari trolls are encouraged to attack the alliance treasury. Ul Tiras, took their home!"

  Things are clear!

   It's not that the alliance is trying to make trouble, it's the tribe that wants to die madly, provoking the bottom line of the alliance without limit!

  Kane knew that in his position at McDonald's, he couldn't bear it either.

   As for the Zandalar troll situation, Kane really doesn't know. Maybe it wasn't Thrall, or maybe Thrall did it without his knowledge. The tauren has long been excluded from the top circle of the tribe.

  Kane was sad for a while.

   He knew that he had to make a decision today. Hesitating or trying to get both ways would only make the tauren, a weak race sandwiched between the two camps, reduced to cannon fodder.

He stood up and bowed deeply towards McDonald: "The chief of the tribe, Thrall, promised me back then that the tauren would be free to join the tribe. And quitting is also the freedom of the tauren. As long as it's not in a state of war, the tauren is free. quitting is not betrayal. I can get the tauren quit the tribe, but I need reassurance—"

"you say!"

   "Don't let the tauren join the war against the tribe. This is the last line of our clan."

  Bane looked nervously at his father, and then at the majestic McDonald's. He hesitated, and desperately hoped that McDonald would agree.

  McDonald did not disappoint the calf, the majesty on his face disappeared, and the lines of his cold face softened.

"Since the first day of its establishment, the Alliance has been a military alliance formed to fight evil. We love peace, embrace different races, and seek common ground while reserving differences in ideas. As long as everyone fights to protect Azeroth, Everything else is easy to say. How can the Alliance force the tauren to do some inhumane and injustice? If there is a war, the tauren can temporarily withdraw from Mulgore..."

   Having said that, MacDonald snapped his fingers, and Lor'themar pulled the tether, and a map of Northrend dangled from the wall.

"This is the Northrend continent that we have just defeated the Scourge and its minions and liberated from the darkness. Although it is relatively cold here, it is still possible to accommodate the tauren family temporarily. The land that is not marked above, Kane You can pick any one you want."

   This handwriting is really arrogant!

  The boss of the tribe still wants to grab the territory of his younger brother, but the alliance is free to give and change the territory.

   This bearing is a hundred and eight thousand miles away!

   (end of this chapter)