Originally, he had more or less thought that since the Alliance was so hostile to the Horde, even if he was tricked by Naozhenhou, he would still help Naozhenhou fight to the death with the Alliance.
Even if it is used, we are all orcs, and they are all in a relationship with each other. If the alliance is allowed to destroy the [Iron Tribe], who can guarantee that the alliance will not cut down their orthodox tribe as soon as they turn around?
Coupled with the fact that Thrall was guarding such an increasingly crumbling territory, all the orcs were left with was despair.
There is no hope anyway, so we might as well give it a try and see if we can kill the alliance and get some meat later.
A sudden turn of events!
McDonald suddenly proposed this, which completely confused Sal.
"You...what did you say?"
Not to mention Thrall, even Vol'jin behind him sighed.
As an enemy, McDonald really knew the mentality of Sal and others very well.
McDonald continued: "This Garrosh comes from a world parallel to ours, Azeroth. However, there is probably no Azeroth in his world, but the Draenor where he lives is complete.
Because the first orc who was tricked into drinking demon blood happened to be Grom Hellscream, this Garrosh stopped him, and then used goblin technology to create a powerful and crazy [Iron Horde]!"
What McDonald gave Sal Cop was probably the content in the game. To Sal's ears, it was the information gleaned by Alliance spies.
After roughly speaking, McDonald added: "This Garrosh is a complete 'big orcist'. In his eyes, all weak races are not qualified to survive, and slightly stronger races are only worthy of being slaves of the orcs."
, just like King Gronn [Dragon Slayer Gruul] who was sent to support you in Mount Hyjal. Think about it, if he wins, maybe Thrall can survive, but Vol'jin and other races will be miserable.
"Yeah."
Having said this, McDonald did not say any more.
Too much is not enough!
Thrall knew better than outsiders that Garrosh's despicableness tricked another Garrosh into killing another Garrosh, and by inciting young orcs to promote Orcism and seize the throne of Warchief.
The most hateful thing is that Thrall is still not sure whether this Garrosh participated in the murder of Thrall's father Durotan.
It was because McDonald didn't say anything that Sal couldn't help but suspect this.
If this is true, it is an unforgivable blood feud.
Now that the tribe has been driven into a ditch by Garrosh, the Warsong clan is probably gone, and half of the Black Stone will probably be destroyed. In fact, if they continue to fight against the Alliance, not only will Thrall, the orthodox tribe, not be able to take revenge, but they will also die without a trace.
significance.
Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Sal knew that McDonald's really had a stranglehold on them.
Thrall's eyes were sharp: "You mean, let me attack Garrosh's [Iron Horde] from behind, and then the Alliance will take the opportunity to destroy them?"
"As a prize, you can get the lair of [Iron Horde]."
"Finally let the alliance come over to kill you?"
"Of course not!" McDonald's smile was clear: "Unless you are seeking death, I will suggest that you permanently separate Draenor from our main plane of Azeroth. You can go wherever you like.
I can ask the Bronze Dragon for help with this matter."
Sal said solemnly: "What if we refuse?"
McDonald's face was stern, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Then at noon today, the thirty alliance mechanized divisions and a huge air fleet entrenched in the Hellfire Peninsula will attack again, and within three days, they will be destroyed.
In the entire Nagrand, you can rest assured that the Great Chief Garulsh will not come to rescue you. In his plan, you are just delaying time and cannon fodder for him to build a new version of the Dark Portal.
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Every word turned into a sword and penetrated into the hearts of Thrall and Vol'jin, making these two tribal wise men extremely heartbroken.
Thrall shuddered. To be honest, it doesn't feel good to put your destiny in the hands of others.
But, do they have a choice?
They have already seen the power of the alliance's artillery. Now the alliance's combat power is only strong but not weak. With these primitive people nesting in Nagrand and not having any goblin equipment, what a waste!
As long as you break through the mountains on the border of Nagrand, you will basically have flat terrain, which is most suitable for mechanized troops and air force.
Except for a few tribal shamans who can rely on the elemental support in the Throne of Elements and have a chance to survive, most of the tribal people are destined to die.
When facing the Alliance, there is no chance of victory, not even a reason to fight.
Instead of Garrosh, there is hope for life, and maybe the Horde can really be reborn.
Thrall actually has no choice!
Thrall's violently shaking body stopped trembling, and he lowered his head. After a long time, he suppressed his voice: "At least, at least let Varok Saurfang and his people..."
McDonough's voice was as cold as iron: "For your sake, on behalf of the Throne Council, I can spare His Excellency Saurfang and his immediate family members, with up to a hundred personal soldiers. The rest of the Blackstone clan, please die.
Stay in Azeroth. The Alliance must pay their debts!"
This is not a request, but... a judgment!
A judge who holds the power of life and death for the tribe makes the final judgment on the tribe.
This time, not only Thrall, but all the tribes around him lowered their heads when they heard this.
That’s right! This is a reckoning! A reckoning after 18 years!
During the first and second Dark Portal Wars, the tribes swept across the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, blowing up the main cities of many countries and wantonly massacring humans, elves, dwarves and dwarf civilians.
This blood debt has never been forgotten by the Alliance people.
Thrall's Frostwolf clan did not participate in this brutal massacre and could be spared. But the Blackstone clan, which was the main force in the massacre, could not be spared.
It’s not that I won’t report it, the time has not yet come!
Eighteen years is exactly the time for a generation to grow from an infant to an adult.
McDonald has led the alliance through so many crises of annihilation, and finally waited for the opportunity.
Thrall and Vol'jin's faces suddenly turned pale.
Looking at the two tribal leaders who were speechless for a long time, McDonald said calmly: "Before the Alliance destroys New Orgrimmar, Thrall, you have three days to think about it."
McDonald cut off the communication and slowly sat back on the throne.
In front of him were more than a dozen magic mirror images, and the alliance bosses listened to the conversation in silence.
Emotionally, everyone felt that instigating Thrall's faction to rebel was undoubtedly an incomplete revenge. Even McDonald himself felt that killing all the orcs was the right way.
As a pure player in the past, McDonald could do whatever he wanted. Now that he is the leader of the alliance, he has to consider more than just one tribe.
The Cataclysm has just ended, and although some blood has been restored, no matter how powerful the alliance is, it is impossible to start a war on the three continents of Kalimdor, Kul Tiras, and Outland at the same time. Maybe, just yell a counterattack.
, it is not impossible even for the war to spread to Northrend and the Eastern Kingdoms.
Not to mention, it is possible to face the two ancient gods Y'Shaarj and N'Zoth at the same time (even if it is only part of the power of the ancient gods, it is still a huge pressure).
If you have too much appetite, you will really lose your appetite.