Those who have been in the upper position for a long time naturally have a certain dignity.
What's more, McDonald's, the Alliance's god of war and leader, has never suffered a single defeat since his debut and has never failed to slay demons and slayers?
As soon as these words came out, to be honest, Kane... was shocked speechless by McDonald on the spot.
So shocking!
There’s no cover-up!
But what's going on with that pounding heart in your chest, and that excitement welling up from the bottom of your heart?
Kane could still maintain his composure, but Bain stood up suddenly and clenched his fists. If his father hadn't been here, he wouldn't have agreed on the spot.
Kane suddenly felt a sense of sadness - you know, before coming to Stratholme, he kept hypnotizing himself, wanting to be a good tribal envoy and not lose the prestige of the tribe.
When things came to a close, he was so excited and ecstatic when he stood at the crossroads of his race's destiny. His heart and soul seemed to be thankful that the Alliance had extended an invitation to the tauren.
At the same time, he was ashamed of his reaction and felt that he was a traitor to the tribe.
"I...I..." Kane was speechless.
He knew very well that every word he spoke next would determine the fate of the entire tauren race.
The more cautious and anxious he became, the more speechless he became.
The two father and son were breathing heavily together, and they represented very different meanings: Kane meant nervousness, Bane meant excitement.
Sitting on the newly built golden throne, McDonald calmly, no, it was beyond calm and cold, his voice deepened: "If the tauren really can't betray the tribe, they can choose neutrality..."
When he finished the first half of his words, Kane felt a little secretly happy in his heart, but then he realized something was wrong. Macdonald didn't finish his words.
Sure enough, the next second...
"Although I really want to tell Lord Bloodhoof this, the actual situation is that once the Alliance and the Horde go to war, the Alliance will definitely destroy the entire Mulgore as soon as possible. Otherwise, the Horde army may come out of Taurajo Fortress and attack us.
The retreat of Fang Linyin Fortress Group Army."
At this time, Bloodhoof and his son were both frightened.
Their faces were pale, and their thick manes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Bain raised his neck and asked: "Is it impossible for the Alliance and the Horde to live in peace?"
"Peace?" Regardless of MacDonald, even Maiev and Valeera standing on both sides of MacDonald, as well as the vassals waiting at the base of the throne, and even the royal guards beside the wall of the hall, all had hatred in their eyes.
light.
McDonald's voice suddenly became louder: "Humans, dwarves, dwarfs and high elves have spent 2,700 years of peace on the Eastern Kingdom. I would like to ask who started the war without declaring it and ignited the war throughout the east.
Kingdom Continent? Who is it? Burning down the villages of civilians from the four tribes and slaughtering their people wantonly?"
The war crimes committed by the orcs during the First and Second Dark Portal Wars cannot be washed away at all.
Even Bain lowered his stubborn head and whispered: "That's the blood of demons..."
"Oh? By putting all the blame on the Burning Legion, can you pretend to be a victim?"
Bain was speechless for a moment.
"The Horde participated in the fight against the Burning Legion at least during the First Battle of Mount Hyjal."
"Yes! We were forced to join forces! Then we turned around and started to expand our territory crazily." McDonald responded bitterly.
"That's because their world is going to be destroyed..."
"Haha! If the orcs come to Azeroth with friendship and peace, the Alliance will welcome them just like the draenei. But what do they bring? Killing and destruction! Why would a group of outsiders want to
Let all the natives die and give up the land for the orcs to thrive?"
This time, it was Kane's turn to be speechless.
McDonald's words continued to cause psychic damage: "There are so many bastards who want to destroy Azeroth. The ancient evil gods, the Burning Legion, the black dragon, the elemental lords, the Scourge, and all the other messy guys. The Alliance is protecting Azeroth.
When Ra'ath was fighting, what was the Horde doing? What was Thrall doing?"
Every sentence was a torture of the soul, leaving Kane speechless.
"Don't you dare say that as far as I'm concerned -" McDonald's words were more like the verdict of the Inquisition: "He asked his men to cut down every big tree in sight to build his ruined city. Hunting clean
Every beast on the earth came to feed his fellow beasts. Then the Forsaken, blood elf traitors, and goblins who destroyed the earth and spread death and terror were all brought into the tribe. They even encouraged the Zandalari trolls to attack the alliance's treasury.
Al Tiras, took away their home!"
Things are clear!
It's not the alliance that wants to stir up trouble, it's the tribe that's going crazy and seeking death, provoking the alliance's bottom line without any limit!
Kane knew that he wouldn't be able to bear it if he were in McDonald's position.
As for the situation of the Zandalari trolls, Kane really doesn't know. Maybe Thrall didn't do it, or maybe Thrall did it without telling him. The tauren have long been excluded from the highest level of the tribe.
Kane felt sad for a while.
He knew that he had to make a decision today. Hesitating or trying to play both sides would only turn the tauren, a weak race caught between the two camps, into cannon fodder.
He stood up and bowed deeply towards McDonald: "Thall, the chief of the tribe, promised me that the tauren are free to join the tribe. And the tauren are free to withdraw. As long as it is not in a state of war, the tauren will be free."
Quitting is not betrayal. I can let the tauren quit the tribe, but I need to get a guarantee——"
"you say!"
"Don't let the tauren join the war against the tribe. This is the last bottom line for our entire clan."
Bain looked at his father nervously, and then at the majestic McDonald. He was very hesitant, hoping in his heart that McDonald would agree.
McDonald did not disappoint Mavericks. The majesty on his face disappeared, and the cold facial lines softened.
"From the first day of its establishment, the Alliance has been a military alliance formed to fight against evil. We love peace, are tolerant of different races, and seek common ground while reserving differences for different ideas. As long as everyone fights to protect Azeroth,
Everything else is easy to talk about. How can the Alliance force the Tauren to do something unkind and unjust? If a war really breaks out, the Tauren can temporarily withdraw from Mulgore..."
At this point, McDonald snapped his fingers, and Lor'themar pulled off the tether, and a map of Northrend suddenly hung from the wall and unfolded.
"This is the continent of Northrend where we have just defeated the Scourge and their minions and liberated it from the darkness. Although it is relatively cold here, it can still accommodate the entire Tauren family temporarily. There is no land marked on it, Kane
You can pick any piece."
This handwriting is truly heroic!
The leader of the tribe wants to seize the territory of his younger brother, but the alliance gives away and exchanges territory at will.
