Stratholme God

   Chapter 1291 The soldiers are divided into three ways

  Blood debts are repaid!

  The feelings of the alliance people, these four words are enough to describe.

   In just an hour, from big cities to villages in the alliance, every recruiting station was filled with people. The horribly long queues move more than a kilometer at every turn.

  Regardless of race, gender, or age, from the old man in his 60s to the half-old kid who has just learned basic combat skills at the age of 12, they all came running with their own weapons.

  These unqualified soldiers were sent back by recruiters.

  The recruiter shouted loudly in the loudspeaker: "Only young adults between the ages of 18 and 30 will be recruited into the reserve, with XX places! There are no restrictions on gender and race! Professionals are given priority! Those with all A's in training are given priority!"

   I don’t know how many people are crying, complaining that they are not strong enough during training.

  The boiling public opinion fell in the eyes of the alliance bosses, and in the eyes of the two pandaren Lili and Aisha, who were extremely moved.

   "This...are we causing trouble for the alliance." The young Lili opened her eyes wide.

   "No, you came at the right time. This is just a reckoning." Without McDonald's speaking out, Lor'themar patiently explained the history of the first and second Dark Portal battles to Lili.

  Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, draenei races and tribes of orcs, trolls, goblins, and the Forsaken have long hated their hatred.

   The matter of becoming good friends with the enemy who killed his father is, after all, an illusion in reality.

   is also an exaggeration. After so many years, he fought so many tough battles, except for the time when Lao Taizi jumped back and became an undead, and after that, I rarely saw McDonald's play the General Mobilization set.

   Even if he faced such world-destroying enemies as the Commander of the Burning Legion, the Ancient God, and Deathwing many times in a row, McDonald's never tried the general mobilization.

   Doing so can certainly stretch human resources to the limit, on the other hand, it will be a huge drag on the economy and people's livelihood.

  War is fought against people, technology, and money.

  Total war is also a gamble.

   However, McDonald's supreme prestige under the tree in the alliance made the leaders of the Throne Council believe his judgment.

   "The terrain of Pandaria is rugged, and the fog is shrouded in fog. It is not convenient to use the air force on a large scale, so I will leave it to the pandaren rebels of Stormwind Kingdom, Gilneas and Lao Chen."

"Okay." Seriously, Varian prefers to directly attack the new Orgrimmar, the tribal lair. Since McDonald's communicated with him in advance, he hopes that he will take someone to Pandaria. After all, the Kingdom of Stormwind is also near there, which is convenient. support. The king finally agreed.

   "No problem, I will assist Marshal Wrynn." The old wolf king Gene knew his role very well.

McDonald's admonished: "Please be careful, because that is the burial place of the ancient **** Y'Shaarj. It is not clear whether it will be resurrected, and everything depends on Varian's judgment on the scene. If the momentum is not right, remember to ask for help. "

"Um."

  Pandaria has good greenery, but unfortunately it is not convenient for mechanized troops to fight. Only they who are best at foot combat will do it.

  McDonald believes that the Thor or something there will not be Varian's opponent.

  At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Kalimdor on the west road.

   This is a great time for revenge!

  Who has no blood debt with the tribe?

What no one thought was that, regarding the main battlefield in everyone's eyes, McDonald's just talked a few words: "The Western Route Army is commanded by Alsace, and leads the Stratholme Second, Third Army, and Second Aerospace Forces. , coordinate the Night Elves and the Golden Sword Front, and be sure to take New Orgrimmar."

"Yes!"

"clear!"

   Except for Tyrande, all Macdonald's vassals were promised.

   Then, there is no more.

   Not to mention the parties involved, the other leaders were full of question marks, and Muradin couldn't help but say, "Wait! Is this gone?"

   McDonald's eyes flashed, and he said solemnly: "The tribe we saw was just a beast that was so weak and dying. Our real enemy is the [Iron Tribe]!"

   With the last word of the voice falling, a model of a metal tank with a delicate shape was photographed by McDonald's in the Tiragarde Strait area among the three islands of Kul Tiras on the military map!

   The eyes of all the big guys shrank!

   So the Lord is here!

   Tyrande squinted his eyes: "However, in Kul Tiras, the mechanized troops are not easy to deploy!"

   That's right, the island of Tiragarde Strait is not small, with tens of thousands of square kilometers in size. But for the [Iron Tribe], which is also good at playing large mechanical troops, it is obviously impossible to perform.

   Thanks to McDonald's map-clearing strategy, at least in the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, the tribe could not find any foothold.

   The indigenous trolls who once squatted in various places have been killed long ago. Even places like the barren land have built a large number of sentry towers with the support of Mai, and they also have airships cruising on irregular routes.

  However, in order to attack the Alliance, it is necessary to capture the most powerful homeland of Stratholme.

   In fact, there are not many choices left for Despicable Roar.

  The topic came to this point, and everyone immediately thought of why the Zandalari trolls occupied the Kul Tiras shipyard before.

   Jaina hated her teeth: "We have to be mentally prepared for the Zandalar trolls to pull out an iron fleet to support the [Iron Horde]."

   "Yeah." The bosses nodded in unison.

   To put it bluntly, each family complained secretly before that McDonald's did not transfer the most core [Ship Girl] technology to each family. After using it, you will know that with and without the ship's mother, the hit rate of the naval gun is not of the same order of magnitude.

  Unless the captain is a genius at the level of Brian*Bronzebeard, no matter how powerful the captain is, at most 80% of the ship control level of the ship's mother. And the gunner is not even 70%.

   Now I look back and find out that fortunately, it was not transferred. Otherwise, the ship-girl technology and the shipbuilding technology of Kul Tiras Island would leak to the tribe, which would be a bad thing.

   For the misunderstandings of bigwigs from various countries, McDonald is too lazy to explain.

   His thoughts were long gone from the mediocre version of [Pandaria], and instead focused on [Kings of Draenor]. Maybe, it would even add the historical line of [Battle for Azeroth].

   That's why McDonald's has to let go of the two side divisions to Varian and Arthas.

   His eyes were beyond time and space, and he didn't know what to do. He easily remembered the classic line "No one can let me out of my fortress."

  In that omnipotent fortress, the most outrageous thing is the dock system...

   That's a story.

   In fact, at the same time that the Alliance officially declared war, the counterattack from far away in Pandaria had already started.

  In the Valley of the Four Winds, an orc warrior slashed hard at a pandaren with a trident emblem.

   The other side kicked a black panda leg over——【Legs facing the sky】!

   The orc battle axe fell, and when the axe legs intersected, a dazzling spark unexpectedly jumped out, and the black iron axe blade immediately screamed as it curled.

   This scene made Lao Chen, who was not far away, dumbfounded.

   Any Pandaren Ranger monk can wear an epic outfit?

   (end of this chapter)