Stratholme God

   Chapter 1182 The new cake of the brain can't roar

   As we all know, the seemingly ferocious pet black dragon is very obedient now, and McDonald's tells her to say whatever she wants, whatever she wants.

The key is that McDonald's began to let his internal affairs officers pass through the portal and urgently bring a pile of documents, such as "Earthquake Disaster Response Manual", "Earthquake Resistant Structure of Building", "Lanxiang Excavator User Manual", a pile of things to see The leaders have big heads.

   "We all need to understand this?" Wa Wang rubbed his eyebrows, and at this moment he felt ten years older.

   "Uh, it's good that your subordinates are familiar with internal affairs." McDonald grinned.

   I can’t tell everyone, which site is going to finish the ball, so hurry up and withdraw.

   It's about Nozdormu's greetings to him a lot recently, but it's nothing, just glanced at him across the void, and then the system prompted a reminder.

   This makes Mai Xie’s impulse to spoil anything.

   Anyway, I made it clear that you can do whatever you like.

  The leaders of various countries have a toothache and a toothache, and they really dare not ignore these things that are read as 'suggestions' and written as 'requests'.

  Our alliance leader has a magic stick attribute. If you don’t believe it, you will suffer a big loss when you look back, don’t say that I didn’t remind you.

   As for how countries implement it, it is not for McDonald's to manage.

For so many years, even the sand sculpture players under McDonald's know the temperament of this guy - if he can't wave, he will never waver. What do you tell him about the card game, three hundred draws can guarantee the bottom line and guarantee to marry a new paper man Wife, this product must have done all the daily work seriously and saved enough for you (that is, the bottom line). No matter how crooked you draw the card, he can ensure the lower limit.

   When he became an emperor, he was still as stable as a dog.

   This is definitely not forgetting the original intention.

   Of course, this dog emperor seems to be quite European, which is another story.

The    Alliance has a firm hand here, and waits for the brain to roar to make trouble. Originally, this is like the "Soviet-German Non-aggression Treaty" in the history of the earth. It is signed to tear it up. Who would have thought the tribe would be silent?

   McDonald's didn't know, this idiot roared, he has changed.

   As a big orcist, the interests of the orcs are paramount in his mind. Maybe the existence of other races can hate him, but for orcs, this guy is absolutely dedicated.

  Thrall's advance was to retreat, and he was caught off guard. And Thrall did what he said, and immediately began to arrange for the Frostwolf clan to withdraw to Nagrand, and Thrall himself returned to 'our world' for the first time, which made Brain Can Roar lose the reason to continue attacking Thrall.

   "Cunning Thrall!" After Garrosh muttered in New Orgrimmar, he immediately showed his not-brained side...

   "Great Chief, you called us?" Rommath, the Sun King, and the two goblin trade princes gathered together, except for Vol'jin and Varok.

   Obviously, Vol'jin, Thrall's hardcore, and even Varok, who had most of the military power in the original headquarters, were excluded from the power center by the new warchief.

   leaned over, almost slumped in the seat that belonged to Thrall, Garrosh seemed very proud. He grinned, showing his long, hard fangs as if in a demonstration, and in the animal world, bright teeth often represent... hostility.

   "I'm not Thrall, and I don't have the time to describe to you a harmonious world where orcs, blood elves, goblins, and the Forsaken love each other as a family. Presumably, you joined the tribe not to hug each other, right?"

   Garrosh's evil smile resonated in the hearts of the four leaders.

  Blood elves despise all ugly races in their hearts; most of the Forsaken resent the living; and goblins...are there still few goblins who sell their younger brothers? If you are not cruel, you will not be able to become a trade prince.

   Invariably, the four leaders smiled knowingly, and then they waited.

   They have been silent and neutral, just waiting for the 'Pastry Master' Garrosh to give them pancakes.

  Saar is just too honest, it doesn't matter if the cake is too big, and he doesn't even send them a 'cake' that depicts a bright future. They feel hopeless. If it weren't for the alliance being too strong, how could these four families join the tribe if they were not inseparable with the alliance?

   Garrosh stood up, his burly and tall body was very intimidating in front of the thinking leader.

   He raised [Gorrow] with one hand: "Follow me!"

  The four chiefs followed suit.

   went out of the chief hall and came to a secret magic workshop of the original Dire Maul blood elves. They saw a portal.

  Without words, they followed the idiot and roared into the door, and then discovered a new world...

   "This is..." Rommath looked at the vast world in front of him, and then looked at the endless sea beyond the coastline in the distance, and he immediately realized where it was.

   Brain Can Roar spread out his huge palm and patted it twice, only to see a troll woman with gold ornaments walking out from a house next to the portal.

   "I'd like to introduce you to the Horde's secret newest members - the Zandalari trolls! They will join the Horde in ruling this vast territory at the heart of the Endless Sea!"

   Warchief Garrosh raised his hands high to meet his movements, and the Iron Horde orc warriors who surrounded the portal for three circles, inside and outside, shouted in unison.

   "Oh oh oh oh-"

   "Garrosh! Garrosh!"

   "Long live the Hellscream Warchief—"

  The overwhelming momentum is very terrifying.

Following this momentum, Garrosh walked up to the four chiefs, first to the two trade princes: "On the north coast of Stormsong, there are oil fields that goblins long for! The Horde needs them to power their gigantic warships. You will get a lot of money."

   Gallywix and Hotsand are smart people with money, and they got excited on the spot.

   Garrosh turned to Rommath: "There are still some tidesages resisting in this land, kill them, you blood elves can arbitrarily build your mage towers on their temples."

  Rommance nodded silently.

  The new Great Chief finally walked in front of the Sun King and looked at the dim fire in his eyes with a nonchalant expression: "Bone, you and your people, on Zandalar Island, will find your shelter."

After that, Garrosh made a sweeping motion with his right hand domineeringly: "I don't want to talk to you about the love of children. Obey me! Obey me absolutely! Do your duty as vassals. You will get what you want!"

   All four leaders once had their hometowns, but now their hometowns have been destroyed, and their own forces are living a life of vassalism. They would never have listened to good fairy tales for a long time.

   If you have milk, you are a mother, and if you have land, you are a father.

  Without exception, the four leaders all bowed to Nao Can Roo to show their obedience.

   (end of this chapter)