Thrall defeated Maggora, and he was not happy at all.
In the past, he was always energetic, energetic, and enthusiastic about everything he did. This was because he believed that he was doing the right thing for the orcs, and even for the entire tribe.
Is killing Garrosh considered 'right' now?
Sal felt confused.
In the chief's tent, there were people drinking and drinking. He mechanically accepted blessings from various orc chiefs and comforted the new chiefs.
The warmer the atmosphere, the more Sal felt an unreal sense of separation.
At least one million orcs join the tribe. This is strength and responsibility.
Thrall has succeeded in countering the rebellion. Don't forget that there is still the most terrifying Alliance army in Talador next door!
The communication at four o'clock in the morning, for Thrall, this was not a negotiation, but more like a... trial given to him and the tribe by the other party!
There are no outsiders in the big tent.
The chief's personal guards were guarding the surrounding area and the alert was raised to the highest level.
The huge tent is equipped with soundproof barriers, protective arrays, etc.
In the center, in front of the magical mirror used for communication, there are only three, Thrall, Vol'jin and Varok.
When the time is up, the light curtain lights up.
"Good evening, Lord Warchief Thrall."
"Good evening, His Majesty the Emperor of Stratholme."
After the meaningless opening remarks, McDonald smiled slightly: "I'm so glad that I can enjoy Delano at four o'clock in the morning with Sal."
Thrall's heart skipped a beat: "Your Majesty Stratholme, are you coming to Draenor?"
"I can't come?" McDonald smiled even brighter.
"Should I say welcome?" Thrall was neither humble nor overbearing.
McDonald held his chin with his left hand, the light in his eyes flashing: "You don't have to welcome a bad guest like me."
Thrall was silent.
You, the old man, say that you are a bad guest. Do bad guests still care about the feelings of their hosts?
"Thal, don't be so nervous. I said I won't exterminate your tribe, and I will fulfill my promise." McDonald adjusted his posture and crossed his fingers, with the back of his fingers touching his chin: "
This is an advantage I have always been proud of.”
“I can’t thank you enough.”
"I know you've always been wondering why the Alliance, which doesn't even spare the Outlands, would be willing to give up Draenor. Is that right?"
"Yes!" Sal became precious with words.
"Faced with the threat from the Burning Legion, the star soul of Azeroth awakened. As a form of self-protection, she injected a ray of the world's destiny into several of the most promising and promising [Children of the World].
】Body. She believes that among these children of the world, who can grow up to be the master of the world who will lead the world to the future!"
Sal thought it was a bit nonsense, but he didn't interrupt McDonald.
"Thall, you are one of the [Children of the World] originally chosen by Ai Xing."
The three Sals were shocked.
Sal smiled bitterly: "Me?"
"Yes, if it weren't for me, maybe the tribe would have become the only super-large organization on Ai Star that can compete with the alliance."
Several big guys in the tribe were speechless at the same time.
Yes, McDonough is simply a monster. Normally, individuals will make mistakes. But McDonough has led and ruled the alliance perfectly from the moment he came to power.
This is why the alliance is so powerful that it can fight on multiple fronts and even fight on all fronts, winning everywhere.
If you keep winning, you never lose.
Without McDonald, there would naturally be no winning alliance.
"Then, Your Majesty wants to say that the son of the other world is you."
"Yes! No, that's not the point." McDonald has no obligation to explain it perfectly. He is just a time traveler who stole the fate of the second fool.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Killing you is of course the easiest way to seize the power of destiny. But in order to maintain a possibility, the star soul of Ai may unconsciously want to extend the life of a child of the defeated world as much as possible. This is for those who want to concentrate their efforts on dealing with the threat of the Burning Legion.
For me, it is quite troublesome. This means that even if I break up the tribe, there will still be a large number of tribe warriors fighting guerrillas."
Wojin interjected: "Ai Xing will protect our soldiers intentionally or unintentionally?"
"So to speak."
Leaders with real brains know that there is no future in fighting guerrillas purely for revenge without a base.
On the other hand, if the tribe is destroyed, the spontaneous resistance of its people will cause considerable trouble for the alliance.
Of course, it's just such a hassle that it won't necessarily break your muscles, let alone destroy the foundation of the alliance.
Thrall grinned, showing an expression that was theoretically a smile: "In other words, it would be more beneficial to you if I 'voluntarily' gave up my identity as [Child of the World]."
"Of course, you still have the right to 'not voluntarily'."
This is a reminder, but also a threat.
The cold light flashing in McDonald's eyes warned the tribe trio: Now that things have come to this, if you dare to break the contract, you must be prepared to pay the price of annihilation.
"As long as I am alive and I am still the chief, the tribe will not break the contract. As for the [son of the world], I will give it to you if you want it."
"Very good. I need you to come to Silithus later today."
"Can."
People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.
Sal agreed without hesitation.
No tribe knew that there was a Titan ruins in Silithus. Historically, after Silithus inserted a great sword that could penetrate the sky and the earth into President Sar, this place also became the planetary messenger Magni* Copper.
The core place where you need to communicate with the soul of Ai Xing.
In this life, although Magni has not yet awakened, the will of the star soul is also more active. This does not prevent McDonald from finding the place and digging out the Titan Guardian Virgin Mary.
An hour later, in the Titan Temple where players obtained [Heart of Azeroth] in the game.
In front of the Guardians, Thrall solemnly made a vow to abandon the world of Azeroth.
At first, it seemed like a self-abasement.
After the words fell, it seemed that nothing happened.
Soon, Sal felt a mysterious sense of loss, as if something belonging to him had been pulled out of his body. Following the light reflected in the hall, it fell like smoke to the person not far away.
On McDonald's body.
A breeze rose in the sealed Titan Temple, and this dense atmosphere made Thrall, who was good at communicating with the spirit of the earth, feel very comfortable.
It's a pity that it happened in just a moment.
Soon, Thrall felt that he had lost his connection with the earth, and even with the entire planet Azeroth.
"well……"
In the main hall, a sigh sounded like a phantom voice.
This sound is so insubstantial, like the rustling in the breeze and drizzle hundreds of meters away, that if you don't listen carefully, you can't detect it at all.
Here, watching the system prompts frantically refreshing the screen, McDonald was overjoyed.
[Congratulations to the host for gaining the recognition of Thrall, the son of the world, who transferred all his power of destiny to the host...]
