Originally, Despicable Roar thought of "rebels defending the country" and let Thrall's old tribe and the Alliance fight in the Talador region.
It’s a pity that he looked down on Sal, who he always thought was very ‘noble’!
As long as your thoughts don't slip, everything is easy to talk about.
My thoughts have slipped, what kind of frost wolf? In front of the alliance, it is just a husky. It is impossible to fight with humans. At most, it can look cute from a distance and make people angry.
After killing Blackhand, the chief of the Blackstone clan, Thrall's status in the world of Draenor has greatly increased. In some strategy games, it is basically [legitimacy +50]!
"Garrosh cannot lead the orcs! Only Warchief Thrall is the orthodoxy!" This brainwashing statement was repeated ten thousand times, and the orcs, who generally had poor IQs, believed it.
Externally, Thrall fools the orcs below. To his true confidants, such as his father, Varok, Rexxar, Vol'jin and the like, he is very clear-headed.
"We have long passed the age of winning a battle with words. Our people cannot rely on the Wolf Cavalry to fight the Iron Horde head-on."
The old tribe can't stop the alliance's steel torrent, and it can't stop the Iron Horde either.
Don't look at McDonald's cheating, he let Thrall 'capture' a lot of Iron Horde's heavy equipment in advance.
Don’t forget, it’s produced by Goblin and everyone knows it.
If McDonough has been following the path of reliability and saving maintenance costs since choosing the T-34 series of tanks, Goblin equipment is a typical high-energy-consuming vehicle with many problems.
It would be a miracle if a goblin chariot could travel 20 kilometers safely without any accidents.
The goblin chariot always explodes here, burns out the fuse there, and gets into trouble.
Even the famous self-exploding version of the ‘Rolling Meteor Hammer’ [Steel Star] often has people passing by during its movement, and then simply goes up to the sky.
Well, the body split into three-digit pieces and changed from raw to mature.
Therefore, after Thrall killed Black Hand, he decisively gave up attacking the Iron Horde from the Talador area and instead returned to Frostfire Ridge to build a transport fleet across the sea, preparing to go straight to the north of Nagrand.
Of course, the frontal battlefield is...leave it to Alsace!
Talador!
A great draenei city.
It is a huge building with a strong sci-fi color, decorated with purple, and full of circles and arcs. From a human perspective, regardless of functionality, this aesthetic is better than the rough and barbaric style of orc architecture.
How many levels.
The Alliance has entered the Talador region, which is considered a home battle.
The great guide (god) Master (stick) Velen has recovered a large number of younger brothers. For him, the Germans in the other world are also Germans. Not to mention, driven by a series of fates (main plot), he gained a
The archbishop-level younger sister Yrel is known as "Hoof" in the world.
Regardless of the plane of Draenor, the orcs and draenei cannot pee in a pot.
Velen was surprised to find that after a rough estimate, the number of Draenei in this world was close to half a million.
He tentatively asked McDonald if he would consider occupying Delano.
McDonald declined politely: "The space anchor of this Draenor plane is unstable and cannot be connected to our main plane of Ai Star for a long time. The possibility of plane collapse cannot be ruled out."
"Then how to resettle so many Draenei..."
McDonald generously clicked on ten areas on the world map of Azeroth: "You guys pick one."
"Then...are you considering adding a first-class seat to the Draenei at the Throne Conference?" Velen asked carefully.
"After the battle in Draenor, you can submit your application for promotion. In my opinion, there is no problem."
McDonken was very straightforward. Historically, the Draenei were one of the core races of the alliance. It would be no problem to give them a first-class seat. Besides, if 500,000 people could not get a seat, then Gil, with a smaller population, would not be able to get a seat.
What are Nice, Stromgard, and Kul Tiras?
In the past, there were only three or two kittens on Mystic Blue Island, and the number of dead ones in Shattrath City was tens of thousands. McDonald would not give him a seat, and Velen did not dare to say anything.
Velen heard McDonken nod and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The unyielding emperor in the alliance put too much pressure on him. Although McDonken had always been stingy with the Draenei and did not give them away at will.
, but the Draenei won't get much benefit from playing support for a long time.
McDonken has proven that the Alliance is worthy of the Draenei's deep ties to it, and Velen will naturally not be stingy.
Gritting his teeth, Velen asked the city of Talador to open a warehouse to provide food to the Alliance army to reduce the logistical pressure on the army. At the same time, he asked a hundred thousand Draenei infantry to run to Alsace's tent to obey orders.
Thus, a final battle concerning the fate of the world of Draenor began.
In Talador City, tens of thousands of Draenei infantry have been assembled.
The sky is slightly brighter, and the morning fog overhead is dissipating layer by layer, as if blown away by the wind, revealing a hazy clear sky.
A red signal flare was dragging a long trail across the sky from east to west, blooming with dazzling light.
This light reflected in the eyes of the Draenei warriors, shining brightly.
Following it, there were second, third, and fourth shining flares that also penetrated the clouds and fell toward the mountain pass area at the junction of Nagrand and Talador. They seemed to light up the entire world, making it
This morning light turned into a golden red color.
Aeolian pterosaurs flew over the forest.
These alien behemoths perfectly replaced the role of flying battleships. Their huge figures, together with the platform saddle behind them, cast a huge black shadow on the ground.
More single-riding Pteranodons guarded them, forming a huge air force formation. Their number was so large that they were like a huge swarm of locusts.
Just the continuous roar of the dragon is very frightening.
In the city of Talador, Yrel held on to the bricks on the city wall and unconsciously looked to the east. On a hillside within sight, hundreds of void dragons were resting, and their knights were giving them
A snack before the feeding war.
"The strength of the alliance is so amazing. I didn't expect that only the first formation was in the sky."
Yrel's sigh was exchanged for Maraad's correction: "No, in fact, what you saw was just the Alliance's forward. When you see the Alliance's air fleet, it's not too late to sigh again.
"
"The mentor finally found a powerful organization worthy of entrusting the destiny of all draenei people!"
The dragon swarm is advancing, looking like a swarm of locusts migrating, and the entire sky seems like a flowing tide. The colorful colors of the two pterosaurs, large and small, form this magical turbulence, slowly moving forward in the sky.
Whether it is slow or small, it is just an illusion of the beholder.
Even the smallest Pteranodon in the Alliance Air Force had a wingspan of seven to nine meters.
The tactical formation they formed easily crossed the Talador area with complex terrain and numerous water systems, and headed straight for the orc positions in the direction of Nagrand.
