"Report to the chief, there is a thief hero in the Alliance who wants to see you." Thrall's personal guard seemed to be hesitating.
"What? Just tell me if you have something to say." Thrall instinctively felt that something was wrong. Generally, alliance thieves would not cause their own guards to have such constipated expressions.
"He said he brought the dog emperor's secret order!"
Vol'jin and Thrall looked at each other.
What a surprise, McDonald's, an old rival, actually solved the mystery right from the start?
Thrall could only summon the alliance thief under the protection of his bodyguard and Vol'jin.
"I have met the great chief, Thrall. My name is Veleth Deep Shadow. I am directly under the orders of the great Madanken Stratholme." With one word and a bow, the blood elf thief told Thrall and Vol.
Jin frowned.
Thrall still said calmly: "I am not the chief of the tribe. You are mistaken..."
"No, that's right." Velez's smile was a little weird, and he slowly took out something from the space storage bag...
"Bah!"
This was the sound of the entire tribe taking a deep breath.
What was presented in front of everyone was a very typical single-edged long-handled battle axe. The shape of the axe's elephant trunk was something that no tribal warrior would recognize.
Thrall and Vol'jin's pupils suddenly widened!
Wait, isn't [Bloodroar] the ancestral battle ax of the Hellscream family? It's in the hands of the Alliance, doesn't that mean...
Sal simply couldn't imagine what was happening.
The guards around him opened their eyes angrily, all raised their battle axes, and just waited for Thrall's order to chop Villes into mincemeat.
The nerves of every tribal warrior present were tense to the extreme.
Interestingly, this scene was broadcast live to McDonald through the [Mage Eyes] on Verles.
"Hahaha!" McDonald's laughter echoed throughout the study.
Queen Xi, who he held in his arms, said with charming eyes: "You are such a bad person."
"Yes! The master is so evil." Onyxia's face flushed in human form, and she pinched her slender legs a little impatiently, rubbing them secretly.
"I've been waiting for so many years just to see Sal's embarrassment!"
Over there, even though the atmosphere was extremely stiff and the air was dead silent, you could even hear a pin drop. After all, Thrall was known to be a good strategist and not the kind of impulsive leader. Thrall raised his hand to temporarily stop his guards from attacking.
"Say!" Even if he abdicates, his power as a chief will not diminish at all.
His sharp shout made other tribal warriors within a hundred meters radius also tense up.
"Hehehehe!" Velez*Deep Shadow seemed to have some bad taste. As a thief hero who took refuge in McDonald's halfway, he knew his position very well. Taking the risk to meet the enemy's big boss, his emperor was sure
I don’t want to let the delicate Valeera do it.
Doing dirty work and gaining the emperor's trust is the way to his promotion.
He also enjoys this kind of task.
After a few evil laughs, Verless spoke: "The true identity of the so-called warchief of the tribe now is another Garrosh Hellscream from the parallel plane [Iron Horde]. He shamelessly stole the supreme power of the tribe.
!This is the evidence..."
He slowly put down [Blood Roar], handed it to one of Thrall's personal guards, and then took out a recording crystal. What was projected on it was a battle image of the League of Heroes besieging the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in Naxxramas.
Sal just glanced at it, and he lost control of his excitement and covered his mouth.
In addition to Solas, he recognized the other three Knights of the Apocalypse at a glance. They were Garrosh, Durotan, and the blood elf mage Lesetadis who was born in Dire Maul.
For fear that the tribe would discover the equipment information of its own heroes, the Alliance would never tell the tribe the details of attacking these evil factions.
Even if Sal admits someone wrong, he will never admit his father wrongly.
There are many details that even if the Alliance takes Durotan's body, they will not be able to study them. This is a living and fighting habit that has been carried out for many years, and it is not something that people around them will not know.
"Warchief, this image is..." Vol'jin hesitated.
"It's true!" Sal cried and nodded vigorously.
As for the authenticity of Thrall's video, the expressions of the big guys in the tribe are very exciting.
If Garrosh, who is now leading the Horde, is genuine, whether it is for loyalty, to protect the orcs' beliefs, or for other reasons, not to mention Varok, even Thrall plans to dispatch all the troops of Nagrand to go
Support New Orgrimmar.
McDonald's treatment for Sal was like this, and he immediately lost his ability to deal with it.
This is what is called "The ministers are about to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?" Oh? My boss is an actor who specializes in playing his own people, so that's fine.
All the long-standing doubts were answered at this moment.
It's not that Garrosh is rebelling, it's that this guy is not from the Horde at all.
He is full of passion and loyalty, and he is nothing like feeding a dog.
"No wonder [Iron Horde]'s support has been intermittent in recent years. It turns out that their leader..." Vol'jin stomped his feet angrily.
The other orc guards were even more ashamed and angry, their teeth chattering.
"Asshole! I knew this guy was not a good guy."
"Damned liar."
"Aren't you afraid that the souls of your ancestors will punish him?"
Seeing that everyone around him fell into an almost hysterical rage, Sal suddenly woke up after being frightened and angry. He also gritted his teeth and stared at Villes coldly: "McDonald knew all this early on, right?
!”
Fight Naxxramas?
This was all several years ago.
The alliance has been relying on the information and not releasing it, and its intentions are damnable!
In different places and at the same time, the pair of masters and servants, McDonald and Verres, said in unison: "We never thought that Garrosh would become the warchief of the tribe!"
I'm not!
I don't!
Stop talking nonsense!
If necessary, the alliance can stage a triple denial on the spot.
So what if Sal knows? What can you do to me?
Sooner or later, the alliance is stuck at this point in time to expose the true face of the tribal chief, which is obviously to divide the various tribes of the tribe.
This is not a question of whether Thrall can hold on to the news. If Thrall doesn't send it, the Alliance will help him.
When the news spread that 'our chief is an actor and has run away', it is completely conceivable that the tribe will be completely wiped out with its last breath, leaving no trace at the mercy of the alliance.
Even if Thrall comes out to support the overall situation again, I don't know how corrupt the situation will be by then.
In the final analysis, you, Thrall, were blind and gave the power of the warchief to a liar.
Thrall's lips, cheek muscles, eyelids, and hands were all trembling slightly: "Please make arrangements. I want to speak directly with Emperor Macdonken Stratholme."
"As you wish!"
After a while, the communication was connected.
Thrall's first sentence was: "McDonald's, if your proposal is just for me to raise a flag of rebellion against this Garrosh, don't even think about it."
McDonald's smile was full of mystery: "Yo, Thrall, are you interested in taking your people to live in Draenor? A real, complete 'our world'!"
