Stratholme God

   Chapter 1322 Abrupt Homecoming

  The difference in combat power between the Alliance and the Orthodox Horde is so big that Thrall is desperate.

   After a little calculation, you will know that in a head-to-head match, the tribe's odds are zero.

  Only when the alliance is divided into pieces, when the alliance is in a **** battle with foreign enemies, the tribe sends elites and even hero squads to harass the rear of the alliance, and it is possible to attack the alliance.

   But so what?

   By that time, the tribes basically had no large settlements. The core race of the tribe, the orcs, is also a typical nomadic race. Over-reliance on meat makes it difficult for orcs to survive in small spaces.

   Besides, over the years, Thrall has always fought against foreign enemies, and the Horde never stabbed them in the back. To put it bluntly, those foreign enemies are not stronger and more outrageous.

Even if the    tribe destroys the alliance, they will still be buried with them in the end.

   In a sense, it was a kind of kindness for McDonald to open the door and let their tribe stab the Iron Horde in the buttocks.

  Thrall carefully: "Lord Deep Shadow, when will the Horde start cooperating with the Alliance's offensive?"

   This question is actually a trap.

  If Velles*Deep Shadow said that the Horde should attack immediately, Thrall would definitely find a way to delay it. Now that the Iron Tribe is the attacker, even if there is a loss, it is still full of arrogance. Garrosh has been lurking in the Horde, planning for so many years, it is impossible to have such a trump card. Now Thrall is attacking with the Horde, that is, hitting the Iron Horde's muzzle.

  Villeles's answer reassured Thrall a little: "No hurry! At least let the alliance beat the Horde forward and attract the main force of the Horde. The warchief can now dispatch soldiers to hunt, and there will be some prey."

   Thrall's right eyelid twitched wildly.

   Sure enough, the Alliance took his tribe to the brink of death.

  McDonald ignored Thrall, but if Thrall was stubborn or stubborn enough, McDonald's couldn't do anything about this so-called orthodox tribe for a moment. It is impossible for him to divide his troops and expedition to Outland to deal with Thrall at the same time when the Iron Horde is attacking.

  Since Thrall left Nagrand for the sake of the future of his clan, it was the rhythm of being lit by McDonald's and walking all the way to the dark.

   McDonald's ordered the Alliance line of defense in Stormsong Valley to be slightly reduced. Not only that, but the Alliance fleet surrounding the two southern islands of Kul Tiras was reorganized.

   Originally, it was to prevent the enemy from running away, and the fleet was separated into a large encirclement situation.

   Even knowing that the elites of the enemy have assembled in the strait and dare to split up their troops arbitrarily, that is a foolish act of pouting and waiting for a beating.

He just organized the sea fleet and the air fleet into two mixed sea and air fleets: the Jagged Fleet, which is dominated by the Jagged ships, monitors Drusva, the large island in the southwest of Kul Tiras; the fleet with the Royal Fleet as the core watches South of Tiragarde Sound.

   This time, MacDonald did not visit Kul Tiras in person, but just let Arthas sit in the Ebon Fortress. This alliance-exclusive flying fortress is now hovering near the rebuilt Proudmoore fortress. Two fortresses, one empty and one land, formed a triangle with the Jagged Fleet to the southwest.

   Inside Stratholme Palace, McDonald's right index finger tapped the desk rhythmically.

   "Not enough! Not enough at all!"

   "What's not enough?" asked Alleria, who gently massaged McDonald's temples.

   "Garrosh, a villain who can only wield a knife behind his back, can't put his hope of destroying the Alliance on the newly built navy so simply and bluntly."

"if not?"

   "The strongest in the Iron Tribe is always the Army!"

  A person's character determines his style of doing things. Despicable Roar's despicable character will do anything to achieve his goals, and he is destined to not play any game, or just to die.

  You see in history that he absorbed the power of Y'Shaarj, got rid of it in Orgrimmar, and was cleaned up by the Alliance and the Horde, and he never saw him seek death! Thrall let him go, and that's what happened after the "Warlords of Draenor" event.

  Although it is the shortest shortcoming that determines the upper limit of a group, it is also foolish to ‘use one’s own shortness to defeat the enemy’s longitude’.

   McDonald touched his chin and connected Ebon Fortress in the magic mirror.

   "My lord, are you looking for me for something?" The commander forced Arthas to look radiantly handsome whenever he looked at it. Even if Mai Xie became the boss of the two fools in this life, he would still be somewhat envious and jealous in the bottom of his heart.

   "Cough! Arthas, Kul Tiras will leave it to you."

   The two fools froze for a moment.

   He is already the commander-in-chief of this combined sea, land and air army. McDonald's never said nonsense on the military channel. The only meaning of saying this is to say that this is all up to him, and he should not get more support from his own country.

"found it?"

   His code word is to find the main attack direction of the Iron Horde?

   "It should be." The corner of MacDonald's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart: Talking to a smart person is easy.

   "Sure enough, my lord is the strongest." Arthas changed the conversation: "It is enough to leave five thousand tridents for me."

"it is good!"

   cut off the communication, and McDonald suddenly put a paw on Alleria's waist, making her blushing: "Don't be on business during the day..."

   "No, I mean, do you want to go back to your hometown to visit relatives?"

   Three Windrunner sisters: ? ? ?

  …

  The return of Quel'Thalas is a top priority for the elves. Since the Lich King Terenas has been defeated, the elves will have their revenge, and there is no need to call themselves blood elves. Seeing that McDonald's had no objection, Kaizi's elves secretly began to call themselves Quel'dorei (high elves).

   Of course, even if they were not stupid, or in other words, all the elves who prided themselves on being noble were killed, and the rest were just some spineless guys.

   The latest version of Quel'dorei is a high-level elven magician who works for His Majesty the Great Emperor Macdonald in the official notes.

  Kaizi is a guy with no ambition. After he completely joined McDonald's, his political environment is much better than his father's time:

Once regarded as the source of the magic power of the high elves - Miss Jing Anveena stayed in Stratholme City, except for the protection of McDonald's sent troops, she was surrounded by the blue dragon king almost 24 hours a day. change. Kalecgos is almost a hero who can overturn him, but he is still strong in the Temple of Wyrmrest, and there is still a black dragon king as the emperor's royal mount. The elves really dare not move.

   Come second. If the cake is not big enough, the fewer people who will share it, the bigger the cake will be. Back then, the Sun King had to be constrained by the Yinyue Council. At the moment when the old nobles headed by the Yinyue Councilor and the archmage in the early years were 70% or 80% of the time, not to mention how happy Kaizi's direct descendants were.

  Three times, the high elf nobles suddenly discovered that the Stratholme Empire has a set of luxury goods. I know what the so-called diamonds of [Shihualuoqi] are made of glass, but with their exquisite craftsmanship, after cutting and polishing, they are even more shining than diamonds. It's almost that McDonald's allocates wages to the Elf Master, and there is a 'wage recovery plan' in luxury stores. The elves are still rushing.

  When MacDonald visited Quel'Thalas with a group of elf girls, he immediately received the warmest welcome from the elves.

   (end of this chapter)