Stratholme God

   Chapter 1180 Won the duel, lost the tribe?

   Chief Thrall said loudly: "Of course I dare! But have you realized it now? You can't use all your strength, and it feels like you're beating your face with an inexplicable long-range attack."

"you……"

Thrall did not wait for the brain to react, and entered his own rhythm: "When I faced the alliance, I felt the same way! However, no matter how far my spells are, they are nowhere near as far as artillery. Our predecessors of the previous generation, the same No lack of courage, but that's how they died under the guns of the Alliance. Times have changed - Garrosh!"

  When Thrall said these words, not to mention the surrounding orcs were shocked, even McDonald, who was thousands of miles away, smiled and applauded.

   "Wonderful! Really wonderful! If Garrosh was the deity he knew, this young Warsong Chief would definitely be moved." McDonald felt that his smile had the taste of a villain.

   Thrall's biggest mistake was that he didn't realize that the Garrosh he knew was already out of pocket!

   Thrall reasoned with Brain Can Roar, but Brain Can Roar only wanted Thrall's life.

   Does this make sense?

joke!

  Saar's mouth no matter how powerful, in the ears of the brain-dead roar, it is only equivalent to a sentence "Adults eat shit!"

   Play! Of course it's going to go on!

The brains roared and shouted like thunder: "Saar! I only know that if you give in again and again like you, no one will be able to wait for the hopeful tribe you mentioned, and everyone will only be slowly hanged by the alliance! "

   Thrall was startled, and he couldn't help but reflect: Am I wrong?

   After such a stunned time, Garrosh finally threw his king bomb——

   It was a blood-boiling announcement that shot straight into the sky!

   “Lor’Tar-Ogar!”

   Victory or death!

   This is Garrosh's lore!

When a seemingly brain-dead guy uses his pure nonsense, ignoring all objective facts, cruel comparison of the strength of the enemy and us, only tells you traditions, and slanders you as the enemy's dog, and he publicly expresses his willingness to be When you die victoriously, you realize that there is really not much you can do.

  Thrall's face turned pale.

   He could completely imagine that he would be labeled as [weak] and [traitor] by most orcs.

   Even if he has the status aura of a shaman, no matter how much he has achieved, even if he is still sitting in the position of the great chief at this moment, so what?

  Whether he likes it or not, Thrall can only shout the exact same "Lor'Tar-Ogar!"

  Thrall...falls into the inferior position.

   Facing Garrosh, who leaped high again, Thrall threw the [Doom Hammer].

   That's right! This blow is 'very beastman'!

  Ye did knock his opponent to the ground again, and Garrosh, who flew out, even knocked over the Warsong clan battle flag he had planted on the ground.

   This time, Garrosh didn't get up.

  The challenger is down!

   It stands to reason that this is an unquestionable victory for Thrall.

However……

   No cheers!

   No approval!

  Yes, just more battle flags!

   "Great Chief! I XXX bet the glory of our XXX clan and launch [Makgola] to Thrall! According to the rules, you can enjoy three days of rest after accepting my challenge."

  Different voices, the same content.

   One counts as one, except for Varok, who is the only one who supports Thrall, the chiefs of all the other orc clans, regardless of whether they are qualified or not, all threw battle flags at Thrall and launched a series of duel invitations.

   At this moment, the blood on Thrall's face has faded, and there is no blood in his mouth, only bitterness.

   So many chiefs, even if he wins all the battles and makes them and the various orc clans forcibly obey him, so what?

  The twisted melon is not sweet!

The    tribe does not have such proverbs, but there are similar old sayings.

  Thrall knew that, no matter what, he had completely lost the hearts of the people.

   Garrosh, who seemed to have fainted just now, got up, his face was hideous, and there was a madness in his eyes that was hotter than fire.

   "Thrall! This Mac'Gora isn't over yet, you can indeed kill me! But you can kill every chief who doesn't listen to you! Every tribal warrior who yearns for freedom and victory?"

  Do not kill, but also punish!

  Complete and ingenious words, completely tied the name of Garrosh with the identity of [Freedom Fighter].

  After the success of the pack, Garrosh was dormant for a long time, just for this moment, he nailed a great chief who was devoted to the tribe, with great wisdom and strategic vision, to the pillar of shame, usurping the power of the tribe!

   The [Doom Hammer] that spun into Thrall's hand fell to the ground because of its master's weakness.

The    "Boom" sound of the metal hitting the ground was like a death knell.

   Thrall suddenly smiled bitterly, he won the duel, but lost the Horde.

   A pair of piercing eyes lost their divine light.

   Immediately, his eyes were firmed again, and he suddenly turned his head: "Varok Saurfang, who is the winner of this [Macgora]?"

   Varok's mouth was bitter. He didn't know what else Thrall wanted to do. The situation was obvious, and the result was equally obvious. He could only answer loudly in a dry voice: "The victor is undoubtedly you - Warchief Thrall!"

Thrall picked up the [Doomhammer] that had fallen, and held it up aloft: "I defeated Garrosh Hellscream, and I won this Mac' Gora! Who is dissatisfied with this result? Who - does not - serve -"

   Thrall in this second looks like a big villain who goes against the sky.

   Immediately afterwards, Thrall placed his fiery hammer less than ten centimeters in front of Garrosh's forehead.

   That fiery wave almost burned the hair in front of Brain Cannon Roar's forehead.

Just when everyone thought that Thrall would blow the head of Brain Cannon with a hammer, he suddenly withdrew the hammer without even looking at Brain Cannon: "Very good! Then according to tradition, before the new challenger performs MacGora, I am still your Warchief. Then I declare as Warchief—I hereby step down as Warchief and give it to Garrosh* Hellscream!"

   This trick is absolutely amazing.

   This time it was Garrosh's turn to look bad.

   In his vision, the perfect script is: to blow up Thrall in one fell swoop, at least beat this smart and obstructive warchief to the ground.

   No matter how bad it is, the second-level script is to incite all orc chiefs to besiege and force Thrall to step down.

  But Thrall won the duel, and then went downhill to give him the position of the warchief, which is completely different.

Thrall's proclamation continued: "Garrosh! Now that more chieftains have your back! Great! Then you go try it! My Frostwolf clan and I will return to Nagrand to serve as a horde solid. The backing of Nagrand until the complete destruction of Nagrand!"

"you……"

"You can try it! Even if you are defeated by the Alliance, it's a big deal to start all over again! But—" Having said this, Thrall's voice suddenly became higher: "If I find out that you betrayed the Horde, then this article that you have deposited with me Life, I will come and take it back!"

   (end of this chapter)