Chief Thrall said loudly: "Of course I dare! But have you experienced it now? It feels like having all your strength but not being able to use it, being beaten alive by inexplicable long-range attacks."
"you……"
Thrall didn't wait for the stupid roar to react, and went into his own rhythm: "I had the same feeling when facing the Alliance! However, no matter how far the range of my spells is, it can't be farther than artillery. The same is true for our predecessors of the previous generation.
There is no lack of courage, but they just died under the artillery of the Alliance. Times have changed Garrosh!"
When Thrall said these words, not to mention the onlookers who were shocked, even McDonald, who was thousands of miles away, smiled and clapped.
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! If Garrosh is the person he knows, the young Warsong chief will definitely be moved." McDonough felt that his smile had the flavor of a villain.
Thrall's biggest mistake was not realizing that the Garrosh he knew had been replaced long ago!
Thrall reasoned with Brainless Roar, but Brainless Roar only wanted Thrall's life.
Does this make sense?
joke!
No matter how powerful Sal's tongue is, to the deaf ears, it's just like saying "The adults eat shit!"
It’s a play! Of course we have to keep doing it!
The idiot yelled and shouted like thunder: "Thall! I only know that if you keep giving in like this, no one will be able to wait for the promising tribe you talk about, and everyone will only be slowly hanged by the Alliance!
"
Sal was startled and couldn't help but reflect: Am I wrong?
After such a stunned moment, Garrosh finally cast his king bomb.
That was a declaration that shot straight into the sky and made people's blood boil!
"Lar!"
No victory or death!
This is Garrosh's ultimate kill!
When a seemingly brainless guy uses his pure nonsense, ignores all objective facts and the cruel comparison of the strength of the enemy and ourselves, only talks about tradition for you, and slanders you as the enemy's dog, and he publicly expresses his willingness to be a dog of the enemy.
When you die victoriously, you will realize that there is really not much you can do.
Sal's face turned pale.
He can completely imagine that he will be labeled as "weak", "traitor" and other negative labels by most orcs.
Even if he has the aura of being a shaman, even if he has many achievements, even if he is still sitting in the position of chief at this moment, so what?
Whether he wanted to or not, Thrall could only yell the same "Lar!"
Thrall... fell into the inferior category.
Facing Garrosh who jumped high again, Thrall threw [Doomhammer].
That’s right! This attack is ‘very orcish’!
Indeed, Garrosh knocked his opponent to the ground again and flew backwards, even knocking over the Warsong Clan battle flag that he had planted on the ground.
This time, Garrosh didn't get up.
The challenger falls!
Logically speaking, this is Thrall's undoubted victory.
However……
No cheers!
There was no sound of approval!
Yes, just more battle flags!
"Great Chief! I, XXX, stake the honor of our XXX clan and challenge Thrall to [Makgora]! According to the rules, you can enjoy three days of rest after accepting my challenge."
Different voices, same content.
One by one, except for Varok, who was the only one who supported Thrall, all the chiefs of the orc clans, regardless of whether they were qualified or not, threw their battle flags at Thrall and invited them to a series of duels.
At this moment, the blood on Sal's face had faded, and there was no blood in his mouth, only bitterness.
There are so many chiefs, even if he wins them all and forces them and the orc clans to obey him, so what?
The twisted melon is not sweet!
The tribe does not have such proverbs, but there are similar ancient sayings.
Thrall knew that no matter what, he had completely lost the support of the people.
Garrosh, who seemed to have fainted just now, got up. His face was ferocious, and his eyes had a look of madness that was hotter than fire.
"Thall! This Makgora is not over yet. You can indeed kill me! But can you kill every chief who disobeys you! Every tribal warrior who yearns for freedom and victory?"
Even if you don’t kill people, you will also kill your heart!
The complete and clever words completely tied the name Garrosh to the identity of "Freedom Fighter".
After the package swap was successful, Garrosh lay dormant for a long time, just to break out at this moment, to nail a warchief who was dedicated to the tribe, with great wisdom and strategic vision to the pillar of shame, and to usurp the power of the tribe!
The [Doomhammer] that spun back into Thrall's hand fell to the ground due to the owner's weakness.
The sound of metal hitting the ground was like a death knell.
Thrall suddenly smiled bitterly. He won the duel, but lost the tribe.
A pair of bright eyes lost their sparkle.
But immediately, his eyes became firm again, and he suddenly turned his head: "Varok Saurfang, who is the winner of this [Mak'Gora]?"
Varok's mouth was bitter. He didn't know what Thrall wanted to do. The situation was obvious, and the result was equally obvious. He could only reply loudly in a dry voice: "The winner is undoubtedly your great chief Thrall!"
Thrall picked up the fallen [Doomhammer] and held it up high like a show of strength: "I defeated Garrosh Hellscream and won this Magora! Who is dissatisfied with this result?
Who is dissatisfied?"
At this moment, Thrall looked like a villain who went against the will of heaven.
Immediately afterwards, Thrall pressed the blazing hammer less than ten centimeters in front of Garrosh's forehead.
The fiery wave almost burned the hair on Naozuanhou's forehead.
Just when everyone thought Thrall was going to blow off the head of Brainless Howler with a hammer, he suddenly withdrew his hammer and said without even looking at Brainless Howler: "Very good! Then according to tradition, before the new challenger performs Makgora,
I am still your warchief. Then as warchief, I declare that I am relinquishing my position as warchief and giving it to Garrosh Hellscream!"
This move is awesome.
This time it was Garrosh's turn to look bad.
In his mind, the perfect script was to defeat Thrall in one fell swoop, or at least defeat this smart and obstructive warchief.
Even worse, the second-level script is to incite all the orc chiefs to besiege and force Thrall to step down.
But Thrall won the duel and went downhill to give him the position of warchief. The taste was completely different.
Thrall's announcement continued: "Garrosh! Now that more chiefs support you! Great! Then you go and try it! My Frostwolf clan and I will return to Nagrand to serve as the tribe's solid foundation.
support until Nagrand is completely destroyed!"
"you……"
"You can try! Even if you are defeated by the Alliance, you will have to start over again! But" at this point, Thrall's tone suddenly became higher: "If I find out that you betrayed the tribe, then the life you left with me will
I’ll take it back!”
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