Chapter 1320 The unexpected return to the hometown
The gap in combat power between the Alliance and the Orthodox Horde was so great that Thrall despaired.
A little calculation shows that in a head-to-head confrontation, the tribe's chance of winning is zero.
Only when the alliance is broken into pieces and the tribes send elites or even heroic squads to harass the alliance's rear during a desperate and bloody battle with foreign enemies, can it be possible to attack the alliance.
But so what?
By that time, the tribe would have almost no large-scale settlements. However, the core race of the tribe, the orcs, was a typical nomadic race. Their overreliance on meat made it difficult for the orcs to survive in a small space.
Besides, over the years, Thrall, every time the Alliance went to war with foreign enemies, the Horde never stabbed them in the back. To put it bluntly, it was not that those foreign enemies were more powerful and outrageous.
Even if the tribe destroys the alliance, they will still be buried with them in the end.
In a sense, it's really a mercy for McDonald to be lenient and let his tribe poke the Iron Tribe's ass.
Thrall carefully said: "Your Excellency Deep Shadow, when will the tribe start cooperating with the alliance's offensive?"
This question is actually a trap.
If Verless*Dark Shadow wants the Horde to attack immediately, Thrall will definitely find a way to delay it. Now that the Iron Horde is the attacker, even if it suffers losses, it is still at its peak. Garrosh has been lurking in the Horde and has been planning for so many years.
, it is impossible to just use the trump card. Now that Thrall leads the tribe to attack, it is to hit the guns of the Iron Horde.
Verles's answer reassured Thrall a little: "No rush! At least let the alliance severely defeat the tribe's forward and attract the main force of the tribe. The warchief can now send soldiers to hunt, and there will be some prey."
Sal's right eyelid twitched wildly.
As expected, the Alliance had a tight grip on his tribe.
McDonald ignored Thrall, but if Thrall was stubborn or stubborn enough, McDonald could not do anything to deal with this so-called orthodox tribe for a moment. It was impossible for him to send troops to the outside world to deal with the Iron Horde's attack at the same time.
Sal.
Since Thrall left Nagrand for the future of his people, he was dazzled by McDonald and walked all the way to darkness.
Macdonken ordered a slight contraction of the Alliance defense line in Stormsong Valley. Not only that, the Alliance fleet surrounding the two major islands in the south of Kul Tiras was also reorganized.
Originally to prevent the enemy from escaping, the fleet separated and formed a large encirclement posture.
Knowing that the enemy's elites have assembled in the strait and still daring to divide the troops wantonly is a foolish act of sticking your butt out and waiting to be beaten.
He just organized the sea fleet and the air fleet into two mixed sea and air fleets: the Iron-blooded fleet, dominated by Iron-blooded ships, monitors Drustvar, the large island southwest of Kul Tiras; the Royal Fleet as the core fleet monitors Drustvar
South of Tiragarde Sound.
This time, McDonough did not visit Kul Tiras in person, but asked Arthas to take charge of the Ebon Blade Fortress. This alliance-exclusive flying fortress is now hovering near the rebuilt Proudmoore Fortress. It has one empty space and one land.
A fortress formed a triangle with the Iron Blood Fleet to the southwest.
In Stratholme Palace, Macdonald's right index finger tapped the desk rhythmically.
"Not enough! Not enough at all!"
"What's not enough?" Alleria asked as she gently massaged McDonald's temples.
"Garrosh, a villain who only knows how to stab people in the back, cannot put his hope of destroying the Alliance on the newly built navy so simply and straightforwardly."
"What if?"
"The strongest force of the Iron Tribe is always the Army!"
A person's character determines his style of doing things. The despicable character of a despicable person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals is destined to not play the game of "Eternal Love", or to die soon.
You see, in history, he absorbed Y'Shaarj's power, got away with it in Orgrimmar, and was dealt with by the Alliance and the Horde, but he didn't seek death! Thrall let him go, and that's how the following "
Warlords of Draenor" event.
Although the upper limit of a group must be determined by the shortest link, it is also foolish to use one's own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points.
McDonald touched his chin and connected to the Ebon Blade Fortress in the magic mirror.
"My lord, are you looking for me if you have something to do?" Marshal forced Alsace to exude a radiant handsomeness whenever he looked at him. Even if Mai was the boss of two idiots in this life, he was still a little envious in his heart.
Jealous.
"Ahem! Arthas, I'll leave Kul Tiras to you."
The second fool was stunned for a moment.
He is already the commander-in-chief of this combined sea, land and air force. McDonald will never talk nonsense on the military channel. The only meaning of saying this is that it is all up to him. He should not get more information from his country.
Much support.
"Found it?"
His secret message was to ask: Have you found the Iron Horde's main attack direction?
"It should be." McDonald raised the corner of his mouth and thought: It's easy to talk to smart people.
"Sure enough, my lord is the strongest." Alsace changed the topic: "It's enough to leave five thousand tridents for me."
"good!"
After cutting off the communication, McDonald suddenly put a paw on Alleria's waist, making her blush: "Don't..." during business hours during the day.
"No, I mean, do you want to go back to your hometown to visit your relatives?"
The Three Windrunner Sisters:???
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The restoration of Quel'Thalas is a top priority for the elves. Since the Lich King Terenas has been killed, the elves' great revenge has been avenged, so there is no need to call themselves blood elves with such bitter hatred. Watch McDonald's
Without any objection, Kaizi's elves secretly began to call themselves Quel'dorei (high elves).
Of course, this is assuming that they are not stupid enough, or that all the elves who claimed to be noble have been killed, and the rest are just spineless guys.
According to the official description, the latest version of Quel'dorei is a high-level elf magic craftsman working for the great emperor Macdonken.
Kaizi is a guy with no ambitions. After completely surrendering to McDonald's, his political environment is much better than that of his father:
The source of magic that was regarded as the lifeblood of the high elves - Miss Well Anwena stayed in Stratholme City. In addition to McDonald's sending troops to protect her, she was surrounded by a noob Blue Dragon King almost 24 hours a day.
Turn. Kalecgos is almost a hero and can defeat him, but in Wyrmrest Temple it is still strong and there is a Black Dragon King as the emperor's official mount. The elven mages really don't dare to move.
Secondly, if the cake is not big, the fewer people who share it, the bigger the cake will be. At that time, the Sun King was still constrained by the Silver Moon Council. In the early years, the old nobles headed by the Silver Moon Council
The archmage died 70% or 80% of the time, not to mention Kaizi's direct descendants were very happy.
Thirdly, the high elf nobles suddenly discovered that the Stratholme Empire actually had a way of selling luxury goods. They knew that the so-called diamonds of [Shihua Lodge] were made from glass, but with exquisite craftsmanship, after cutting and polishing,
It shines brighter than diamonds. McDonald's almost allocates wages to the elves, and over there they implement a "salary recovery plan" in luxury stores. The elves are still flocking to it.
When McDonald's led a group of elven girls to inspect Quel'Thalas, they immediately received the warmest welcome from the elves.
