Stratholme God

   Chapter 1176 The big lock sad heart never sent

  War often serves only politics and interests.

   Without Kane, the protagonist of this incident, this battle would of course not be possible when neither the Alliance nor Thrall wanted to go to war.

The    tribe didn't lose face, at least, the Gorons, who were all wearing heavy armor, and the orc mechanic who carried a set of goblin woodcutter shells surrounded the Gundams in turn.

   From a distance, it looks like a typical nesting doll.

   "Alliance dog! Look what this place is? You will kill you if you dare."

   "Tribal pigs! Kill you if you dare."

  Unfortunately, this style of painting is typical of being able to beep and never do anything.

   The two sides used words that the other could not understand, and spit at each other with passion.

  High Emotional Intelligence: No one dares to move without the order of the Great Chief.

  Low EQ: The fleet of thieves in the sky is scary!

soon……

  Taiwan Gundam was tied by a steel cable, pulled up by a motor winch, and returned to the air carrier.

  A black dragon circled around New Orgrimmar. Although it did not attack, it frightened the flying dragon to tremble with its arrogant dragon power.

   After all the Alliance troops withdrew in New Orgrimmar, the phantom of McDonald's was cast in mid-air.

   "Your Majesty, I'm glad to see that each other still maintains the minimum bottom line and sanity. That's it, from today, the Alliance will not take the initiative to attack the Horde for three years."

  The phantom of McDonald's is as high as a ten-story building, and its condescending appearance is like a **** descending into the world.

   Anyway, this picture made countless orcs extremely uncomfortable, and the announcement made by McDonald in the orc language was more like a charity from the Alliance to the Horde, rather than a peace declaration for an organization of equal status.

   Ignoring the clamor of the orc chiefs such as Brain Cannon Roar, McDonald's phantom disappeared into the air, and with it, the air fleet with its anti-gravity engine turned on.

   At this moment in the Alliance Throne Meeting, the big bosses watched their fleet leave quickly in the mirror image, which was a wonderful feeling.

   A war that may break out has been eliminated?

  No wonder McDonald's has always only informed everyone, this time at most a side division, and some heroes directly under the Stratholme Empire.

   It seems that the Alliance does not want to fight, nor does the Horde who have just recovered from the scourge of the Scourge.

  Wang Wang was a little unwilling: "We really just forget it like this?"

   McDonnell said slyly: "Fate has already marked its price for everything, you either accept it, or use your own power to surpass fate and attach a new price to it."

   Watching Varian bewildered, McDonald felt very proud in his heart.

On the contrary, Magni, the dwarf king, touched his beard and said: "McDonald's meaning should be roughly - it is not difficult to destroy New Orgrimmar, but it is not easy to destroy the orcs. Our alliance is in such a weak situation. Let’s go to war against the tribes, and once a new enemy emerges, we will suffer from both sides, and we cannot take into account the two fronts.”

   The leaders of the alliance all showed expressions of thought.

  'Squirrel'!

   If the arrogant men of the tribe gather together and fight the alliance to the death on the frontal battlefield in the plains, it will only be a food delivery.

  If the orcs are running all over the mountains and the ground, how about guerrilla fighting with the Alliance?

  What if the orcs learned the Crypt Spider and burrowed in Feralas?

   It’s not bluffing. In places like Feralas, where the terrain is rough and wet, mechanized troops are quite difficult to use.

What if the    Alliance has Gundam and other humanoid mechas?

   A thousand mechas scattered across tens of thousands of square kilometers of land, it really can't be bubbled.

  Once the war reaches a stalemate, the outcome is hard to say.

  You can see that there are still free undead in Northrend, who come to attack the pioneers of the Alliance from time to time, and you know that guerrilla warfare is definitely a tumor.

   Here, McDonald raised his cheeks and looked at King Wa: "Varian, Bolvar didn't tell you, the country is very weak now, will you continue to recuperate?"

   "Uh, he said it. No, I think the tribe seems to be a bit... vulnerable." Wa Wanghan laughed.

   He is a king, yes.

  Compared with other military and political kings, the tile king is more like a flag, an iconic macho. In terms of internal affairs, he knows all six, but he knows nothing.

   He lived in exile in his early years, and he spent all his spare time learning martial arts and leading troops.

  Cough, it should be said that the all-rounder like McDonald's is the outlier. Most of the knight-type kings have this virtue. Internal officials tell him that logistics are not good. At most, they will give orders to force and collect supplies, and it is easy to make their own country crippled.

   After listening to King Wa's words, even Magni shook his head with a wry smile: "Varian, three years of recuperation is a suitable time for all of our countries."

The    expedition to Northrend seemed like a great victory, but the price was actually quite high.

   The loss of human life is inevitable, but the key is that the expedition takes up a huge amount of national resources. Every time there is a war, a large number of civilian factories are converted into the production of military materials.

   Not all materials can be supplied to frontline soldiers without consumption.

  Take canned food as an example, despite the ice and snow in Northrend, it seems that food is well preserved. In fact, if the dehydration of canned food is not done well, in the extremely cold weather below zero, the water in the can will freeze, filling all the gaps and causing the can to burst.

  Due to the poor craftsmanship, many cans burst and the food was contaminated.

  Since it is transportation, loss is inevitable.

   And McDonald's shipped a lot of building materials across the ocean, and when they were put into China, I really don't know how many buildings and how long railways could be built.

  Everything is at the expense of people's livelihood.

  Only to ensure the food, clothing, housing and transportation of nearly 10 million people in Stratholme, the tool man Batheras really has no hair left.

  A large number of civilian materials have been misappropriated and have to be replaced. This is not a matter of a moment.

   Besides, McDonald's is waiting.

   Since he was no longer bound by Lao Taizi, he began to explode the population in his own territory and implemented the three-child policy. Now the initial results have been achieved, and the refugees that were taken in at the beginning are now full of 14- and 15-year-old children. In three years, it will be the golden age of the Stratholme Empire’s demographic dividend.

  How could McDonald's start a full-scale war with the tribe at the moment when the [Great Cataclysm] broke out?

  In this way, the tribe lost an arm, and the alliance ushered in a new race [Tauren].

   At the Throne Conference-level reception banquet, McDonald personally made the decision, and the Tauren was temporarily a second-tier race. As long as heroes such as Kane or Hamuul make contributions in major battles, and then the tauren passes the five-year trial period, they will be promoted to the first-class race and have the right to vote in the throne meeting.

   In addition, in order to prevent the tribe from repenting, Kane transported 80% of the tribe to the land of Northrend promised by McDonald.

   And the tribe on the other side...

  Thrall ushered in his greatest crisis since becoming Warchief——

   "Warchief Thrall! I don't trust you! I, Garrosh Hellscream, in the name of Warsong Chieftain, launch [Mac'Gora] against you!"

   At this moment, Thrall suddenly smiled bitterly, his heart seemed to be locked by a yoke, it was heavy.

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  ps, to clarify, the title of this chapter is really not because the author wanted to send an update because he couldn't beat the big lock of "Ark", and ran to train pigeons. Please don't get me wrong. The update of the author's bacteria is as stable as a dog.

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