At the same time, three vague shadows gathered around Kane.
"Don't be afraid, Sir Kane, we are here to protect you." A night elf wearing a thick cloak 'flashed' to Kane, and Kane recognized that she was Maiev, the female guard next to McDonald.
*Shadow Song.
While Maiev was speaking, she pulled an oversized epic two-handed ax from the storage bag and stuffed it into Kane's hand.
Kane was confused at first, then stared at Garrosh with great anger, and glanced at Thrall from time to time.
The ax blow just now was so powerful that even a strong man like Kane would be killed or maimed.
Years of trust, Kane's last vestige of affection for the tribe, were all evaporated with the ax of Brainless Roar.
Here, Wo Jin's pupils suddenly shrank: "So many thieves heroes!?"
There are so many heroes, which only means one thing - the alliance is ready to poach them hard!
No surprise at all!
Clouds were billowing in the sky. When the dark clouds were forcibly broken by the huge force, the giant steel ships immediately caused the countless tribesmen below to scream in surprise.
Many orcs come from Nagrand. Since arriving on the planet Azeroth, they have only heard of the Alliance and have never seen its terrifying side.
When they saw these ferocious and lifelike steel behemoths descending from the clouds, pointing their huge black barrels at New Orgrimmar, they suddenly felt that their seemingly towering city walls were so ridiculous.
In the sky, lights flicker.
The black light glowing on the thick black cannon tubes is more like the sharp edge on the death scythe raised high.
Sal's face turned pale.
It’s over! It’s all over!
Because of Garrosh's axe, the atmosphere completely changed.
Originally, the tauren could break up peacefully with the tribe, but now they have become mortal enemies no matter how you look at it.
The worst thing is that once the Alliance air fleet opens fire, no matter whether Kane and a few Alliance rogue heroes die or not, at least the Horde capital will be finished.
Even if they don't fire, the last trace of the tribe's dignity will be torn off with the arrival of the Alliance fleet.
If the previous departure of the tauren can still be regarded as an internal matter of the tribe, they can pretend to be the war chief and let them go with a high profile. Then letting people go under the coercion of the alliance is equivalent to the tribe, a seemingly huge giant, being thrown into a mud pit.
Then he stepped on his head and rubbed it from side to side, leaving his whole face stained with the dirt of shame.
Thrall was so angry that his whole body trembled: "Garrosh! How dare you do this!?"
Garrosh did not respond directly. Instead, he raised his battle ax high and pointed toward the sky: "Look! This bastard has already colluded with the Alliance! Is it wrong for me to kill this traitor?"
As soon as he spoke his words, he immediately received the support of almost all the orc chiefs.
"Yeah yeah!"
"I think Kane has long colluded with the Alliance to destroy our tribe."
"Traitor! Kill him!"
"Hang him! Expose his body to dry in the hot sun!"
In the chief's hall, the orc chiefs, who had the largest number of people, collectively booed, each orc's eyes were red, and they looked as if they wanted to eat people, and they were really powerful.
Only the foreign chiefs and leaders remained silent.
Varok, on the other hand, was holding a battle ax and leading a group of warchief's personal guards to stand between Kane and Garrosh.
"I..." Kane didn't know how to defend himself.
What's even more embarrassing is Sal!
Garrosh represents the Warsong Clan, and the other clan chiefs represent the will of most orcs. Not to mention foreign tribes, among the orcs, only Varok Saurfang, who represents the Blackstone Clan, stands on his side. This in itself represents
His failure.
A wave of sadness surged into Sal's heart.
He worked hard to save so many fellow orcs from a collapsing world. At the most critical moment, they failed to see the general trend, and instead chose the most primitive orc instinct to attack the so-called traitors and be hostile to all existences that opposed their opinions.
Even his own compatriots are against him, so was he wrong when he established a new tribe and introduced trolls, tauren, blood elves, Forsaken, goblins and other races?
No!
Sal firmly believed that he was right.
Without these races that are good at long-range attacks, or have magic, or have mechanical talents to supplement the various shortcomings of the orcs, it is impossible for the orcs to compete with the alliance of multiple races.
The previous war chiefs have used the blood and lives of millions of orcs to prove that it is not feasible to rely on orcs alone to act recklessly. Why are these orcs rescued from Nagrand still so ignorant and helpless?
Rescue.
…
The shrill sirens echoed throughout New Orgrimmar, and hundreds of thousands of orcs were alerted. They hurriedly ran out of their brick and wood houses and pointed at the sky.
The most panicked ones were the orc defenders.
Hundreds of bipedal flying dragons took off in an emergency. Before they could climb to a sufficient height, they were swooped down by the clouds, and the pitch-black black dragon army was frightened.
It would be better if New Orgrimmar used other bird mounts, but within the Dragon Clan, there is such a thing as [bloodline suppression].
The flying dragons with low purity of blood did not dare to face the five-color dragon of their ancestors. They were completely out of control of the riders and flew everywhere. Some flying dragons even collided into a ball in panic and even attacked each other.
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On top of the city and on the arrow towers, the defenders found themselves extremely embarrassed.
It's not that they don't have war weapons such as artillery or ballistae, but these gadgets were never intended to be used against the air since they were designed, and they couldn't even do it at an elevation angle of more than 60 degrees.
The only reliable thing in the entire tribal capital is actually the two mage towers belonging to the blood elves and the Forsaken.
However, the magic shield that spread out from the mage tower, like water waves, seemed so thin in front of hundreds of flying battleships and the Black Dragon Legion.
Maiev's voice broke the deadlock: "War Chief, war or peace depends on your words. If you let Lord Bloodhoof and us leave safely, the three-year non-aggression treaty will still be in effect."
This is an out-and-out alliance under the city.
Thrall knew very well that even if the entire tribe tried their best, Kane would probably not be able to stay. There was no guarantee that half of the Alliance's heroes would be on standby in the flying battleship above.
McDonald is either not going to do it, or he is going to prepare N sets of back-up moves. You never know how many cards he has yet to play.
But if he doesn't take action, his reputation as a chief will be completely lost.
The most outrageous thing is that Mang is Garrush Mang, and in the end, as the chief, he has to bear the blame.
This situation really made Thrall so angry that he vomited blood: "Garrosh, you..."
"I'm doing this all for the tribe -" No one noticed that a hint of cold malice flashed in the seemingly reckless Garulsh's eyes!
His roar immediately gained the support of a large number of orc chiefs.
"right!"
"Saurfang, get out of the way."
"Let us kill the traitor Kane and these Alliance pigs!"
The violence of the orcs was fully displayed at this moment. The chiefs, one after another, pressed their dicks in a fan shape towards Varok and his guards. Varok not only wanted to stop the orc chiefs, he also wanted to prevent the alliance heroes from killing people.
