Stratholme God

   Chapter 732 Afraid of trouble

   Basically, every four hours of running, you will come across a train station, and the orc soldiers will get off the train to rest, and they will be able to see the thawed... dinosaur meat.

   Orcs are actually quite picky about meat.

  I don’t like domestic pork, I think it’s not chewy.

  The fangs they have evolved over thousands of years are more suitable for eating hard meat.

   Feeling the undisguised hostility of the Union soldiers and their steel-like discipline under the constraints of orders, Varok sighed with emotion and sighed in his heart: What kind of terrifying race have we provoked!

   As an old warrior who has experienced three battles at the Dark Portal, Varok is very clear about what happened, and how the orcs invaded Azeroth under the deception and inducement of Gul'dan, and fought with the Alliance to this point.

   He knew the truth, but he had no regrets.

   This is how the **** decides the head.

   As an orc, he was destined to be unable to sympathize with those humans whose homes were destroyed by war and lost their lives.

   So, some are just emotion.

   As for how to get along with the Alliance in the future, and whether the Horde can counterattack, this is not something that Varok can consider.

   He is an orc's sharp blade, and it is the warchief who holds the blade, not him Varok.

   "Father, what's wrong? There are traps in the Alliance?" Dranosh Saurfang, his son, was speaking.

"No, don't think too much. The leader of the alliance, McDonald's Stratholme, is a trustworthy person, and he will not go back on what he has promised. As for whether we have the ability to defeat the enemy in front of us, it is up to us. ability."

   "Haha! Father, don't worry, I will become the greatest warrior."

   "You will." Varok, for some reason, looked at the back of the carriage, where Garrosh was. Varok is concerned about the Warsong chief's ambitions.

   Relying on external forces to seize the dominance of the tribe?

   If this is the case with you, Garrosh, I'm so disappointed.

   As the leader of the tribal army under Thrall, Varok suppressed his inner unease.

   This time, all the heroes of the tribe came here except Thrall who stayed behind.

  Thrall realized the equipment gap with the heroes of the alliance and had to give it a shot.

   Obviously should be sweating. In this regard, Vol'jin and Varok have quite the same opinion, and McDonald's will not attack allies on the battlefield.

   Perhaps, this is the reputation.

  …

   When the Horde army arrived by train, the Alliance had already pushed the line of troops into the Silithus area.

  McDonald came to the historical deer helmet post and the current Heilong post, watched the engineers quickly build the bunker and city wall with prefabricated modules, nodded with satisfaction, and entered his temporary tent with a height of five meters.

  Liadrin helped McDonald to lift the curtain of the camp, and McDonald saw Tyrande.

   "What's the matter, are you still used to it?"

   Tyrande glanced at the distant scene.

   At this time, hundreds of flying insects the size of horse carriages formed a scattered array, breaking through the clouds and rushing towards the Alliance forward.

   There is no hovering action, they attack the human chariot directly below.

If it was in the past, the sentries around Tyrande would definitely be shot, their weapons unsheathed, bows and arrows, etc. Now, these slender and powerful night elf female shooters are just secretly clasping their backs. longbow.

  In the originally clear sky, a curtain wall composed of countless green and red tracer bullets immediately appeared above the chariot group, looking like the fireworks of the Winter Veil Festival.

   Then, as the angle of the anti-aircraft gun dropped, the wall of death formed by the firepower network immediately moved forward, and the diving bugs didn't have time to dodge, and slammed into it directly.

There was a continuous crackling sound of Zerg limbs shattering in the distance. It was dark in the distance, and it felt as if there was a black rainstorm. Countless limb fragments and turbid insect slurry fell one after another. A layer was laid on the ground.

   This scene, Tyrande has seen too many in the past few days.

  Compared with the artillery-based Allies on Mount Hyjal, the current metal storm is more frightening.

The    Alliance's mechanized troops are so powerful that the mountain giants that Fandral has worked so hard to bring are a bit like a guard of honor.

   Fandral can be forced by humans.

   He pointed to the center of the Silithus map: "We plan to build a fortress here, and use it as the center to sweep the surrounding insect nests."

   The place he was referring to was a high place.

   In terms of momentum, this extreme Druid boss is full of marks.

   "Well, very energetic." McDonald sat down leisurely, took the black tea cup from Kalia's hand, and took a sip.

"This is not a spiritual problem, this is progress! It has been found out that there is a [Ash Insect Nest] in the 5th north of here, and there is a [Zola Insect Nest] in the 20th southwest..." You said a lot about the benefits of building a fort here.

   In the end, McDonald's said: "Yes, no problem."

   "I intend to build this fortress by night elf standards."

"Can."

   "This fortress will be named after [Cenarion]."

"Can."

   McDonald agreed so neatly that Fandral, who thought he was making things difficult and slapped McDonald's face, only felt that hitting the cotton with a punch was a powerful feeling that he was in the wrong place.

   McDonald's agreed, and the other bosses wouldn't object.

   The dwarves were just curious what the night elves would come up with.

   After the meeting was over, Tyrande found McDonald's privately: "Why do you follow his wishes?"

"There's nothing wrong! Kalimdor Continent is centered on the night elves after all. And the Druid doctrine, maybe in the future, the tauren from the tribe can be abducted. My natural way of the Druid faction has always been Treat it with respect."

   McDonald's attitude made Tyrande frown: "Are you planning to watch him make a joke?"

"No, the alliance is always a multi-ethnic union. Isn't it good that all ethnic groups contribute? Besides, even if something happens, I will be here at Black Dragon Post, so I can retreat without worries. What are you afraid of? Let all ethnic groups show it. Is it not good?"

   Tyrande was speechless.

  The prestige thing is indeed played.

   In recent years, they have all been human beings, no, it should be said that only the Stratholme Federation is in the limelight, which also makes McDonald's voice a little too big.

   Out of his instinct to fight for the right to speak, Tyrande knew that he had to show it too.

   Besides, in the previous [Battle of Quicksand], the main force was the night elves.

   This re-enactment battle is also the revenge of the night elves.

   Of course, the biggest reason for McDonald's doing this is that the task of opening the door in Silithus is super troublesome!

  McDonald gave up his dominance so generously and was willing to guarantee the bottom line. Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his face changed and he burst into laughter: "I knew, McDonald's, you are the most reliable."

  Mike someone: ? ? ?

   There are always bad people, no, there are always priestesses who want to slap me?

   (end of this chapter)