Stratholme God

   Chapter 1303 Without you, it is very important to me

   Thrall wanted to think about it, but his body was trying his best to drum up the power of [Doom Hammer] again, pouring out the flame element again, and detonating the shells in advance.

   Another big bang!

   Thrall didn't even notice that the distance at which he detonated the shell was already a dozen meters shorter than the first time.

   At this moment, the third one came.

   In Thrall's wide eyes, the divine light began to diffuse unnaturally.

   This is completely giving him no chance to breathe!

   Don't you Thrall want to protect the Blackrock Orcs to death? You protect! If you can keep it, keep it!

   McDonald's ruthlessly trampled on Thrall's thoughts with his actions.

   Finally this time, Thrall began to lose strength.

The    artillery shell was detonated at an altitude of 200 meters, and the damage could not be completely rejected out of range, and the consequences were very serious.

   This became an [Air Blast] with a wider range of damage!

   Varok's terrified eyes reflected a burst of fire.

   In the playful eyes of McDonald's thousands of miles away.

  The flames swayed, and the destruction spread.

With the loud noise, continuous flashes of light spread along the avenue of Honor Valley towards the dark alley area.

The extremely orc-style brick-wood building was blown to pieces like stacked wood, and the fragments flew all over the sky. Countless dirt and slate were lifted from the ground. These secondary killings formed the scythe of the **** of death, frantically harvesting orcs. s life.

   You must know that this heroic city, which was rebuilt by Dire Maul, is crowded with orc refugees!

  As the cannonballs exploded, the entire Valley of Honor was splattered with flesh and blood, and then more and more orcs were blown into the air, and the hearts of Thrall and Varok gradually fell into the ice cave.

   This is the revenge of the Alliance!

   This is the emperor's beating!

  You, Thrall, are not obedient, are you? Then call until you obey!

   "No—" Thrall screamed in the sky, he knew that McDonald's would definitely hear his voice of resistance.

heard it.

so what?

  Thousands of miles away, sitting on the throne, McDonald's eyes turned cold: "Go on!"

   The fourth and fifth Gustav cannons fell rhythmically, and Thrall was still trying his best to resist, but everyone could see that he was exhausted.

  The area of ​​flame sprayed out is getting smaller and smaller.

   From the original limit, it can spray up to 500 meters, to the latter 300 meters, and 200 meters.

The damage caused by the    giant cannon to the Valley of Honor has also become more and more serious. Except for the chief palace guarded by Thrall, the surrounding buildings have been reduced in height at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Originally, there were many four or five-story buildings. After the third shot, there were only three floors left. After the fifth shot, there was only a rubble that was no taller than a human being.

   This terrifying cannon that can even blast a fortress is like hitting a pile of cookies with a warhammer.

   Soon, after the sixth shot, Thrall finally couldn't control his body, and after shaking a few times, he fell slumped.

   "Great Chief—" Varok, who was waiting below, hurriedly flew over to catch Thrall.

   What made him even more humiliated and desperate was that he was completely pinched. It was obvious that the entire New Orgrimmar had been exposed to the Union's artillery, and there was no protection.

The moment    was hugged by Varok, Thrall seemed to wake up a little, and he was in tears: "Varok, I'm sorry, I..."

"Great Chief! Don't say anything. You... did your best." Varok lowered his head a little, then he raised his head suddenly and shouted: "McDonald, I know you're still here, answer me! In the end what you want!?"

  Except for the Chief's Hall, the Valley of Honor has long since become empty, and there are no living people in the circle range from 100 meters to 500 meters in diameter.

   At this moment, the figure of a trident thief changed from illusion to reality, and he threw a magic crystal.

   McDonald's image suddenly appeared from the magic mirror.

   In the picture, McDonald, who is dressed in Chinese clothes, rests on the armrests of the throne with his elbows. He crosses his fingers and rests his chin on the back of his fingers.

   he spoke.

"Your orc-dominated tribe's fate today is entirely the result of you listening to Ner'zhul and Gul'dan. You have your survival, and we have our justice. Repent for the thousands of Alliance civilians who slaughtered on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom. Then we will not shed a tear for the death of the tribesmen. My request is still the same, Thrall, get out with Varok and his guards , and beat the [Iron Tribe] for me. That way at least you can find a place to live for the people who are loyal to you."

   Thrall's lips trembled in anger: "What if I refuse!?"

   "Then please all of you die!" MacDonald said firmly: "Without you - it's very important to us!"

  Thrall's pupils suddenly enlarged to the extreme, and the divine light in his eyes began to dissipate.

   He finally understood.

   McDonald forced him to steal the **** of [Iron Tribe], not because the Alliance couldn't pay the price, but because the price was a bit high, and if it didn't pay the price, it wouldn't be paid.

   angered McDonald, that is, even his orthodox tribe and iron tribe were destroyed together.

  Without more beeping, McDonald's gave an ultimatum: "Ten minutes later, it will be 24 hours of uninterrupted shelling, and... total attack!"

   No chickens and dogs left!

   Thrall and Varok were in a trance for a while, and they hadn't recovered for a long time.

  Suddenly, Varok's eyes sharpened: "Someone! Immediately send the Great Chief to the portal!"

   His bodyguard immediately rushed to hold Thrall.

   "No! Varok, wait! You can't..."

   This time, not only Varok's bodyguards, but Thrall's bodyguards also rushed up, holding Thrall together and dragging them to the location of the portal.

  If Thrall is still in his prime, these guards will not be able to pull him.

  Unfortunately, he suffered six rounds of [Gustav Cannonball] in a row, and he was a little bit weaker than Thrall.

  No, maybe Thrall realizes that his persistence has lost its meaning, and it is more of a half-assistance.

  Thrall was sent through the portal in this way and arrived at the open space in front of the Silithus Dark Portal. As soon as he passed through, Thrall immediately noticed that Varok stopped and did not follow.

  Thrall immediately realized what Varok was about to become a martyr.

   If most of his subordinates were to die, Varok would not want to live alone.

"No! Wait! Varok, you can't do this." For the first time in his life, Thrall hurt himself so much, he couldn't protect his old friends, he couldn't protect his people, and he even asked the people to find a way To survive, all need the mercy of the enemy leader.

   This extremely painful feeling of powerlessness engulfed his heart in an instant.

   Tears of remorse flowed.

   Of course he knew how many unrighteous battles the tribe had fought in the past, but as an orc, he had no choice, and could only put the well-being and future of the orcs as the top priority.

   "Goodbye, Great Chief, I hope you can lead us to truly find our own home..." Varok waved his hand gently, his expression was calm, and his movements were chic...

   Originally, this would be a touching farewell.

   But at the last moment when the portal was about to close, Varok was suddenly knocked into the air by a demon guard's [Charge], and threw himself through the portal like a dog eating shit.

   All the orcs looked at the opposite portal in astonishment at the same time, the orc warlock who was originally guarding the portal showed a trident badge with a smirk.

  [Wagesh] smiled wickedly: "The boss doesn't allow you to die here, you are not qualified to die here!"

   (end of this chapter)