Ahem, whether it was a translation problem or a [super poisonous pacifier] who spoke the right way, he still didn't forget the devil.
Compared to a head-on alliance with the orcs, Thrall hated the feeling of being played by the other party more. A lump of demon blood incited the entire orc clan to become cannon fodder.
It's a good thing I don't know. After knowing the truth, Thrall really hates the devil even more.
Thrall did not hesitate to expose the fact that the abyss lord Mannoroth and Gul'dan used demon blood to corrupt the minds of the orcs and drive the orcs to war everywhere.
Finally, Sal added.
"The great former Warsong Warchief Grom Hellscream once said something during his lifetime, and that sentence can be well applied at this moment, that is - Orcs will never be slaves!"
The orcs, who had been provoked to a point of anger, suddenly burst out in anger, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison.
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
The shouts soaring into the sky also reached McDonald, whose expression was a bit subtle.
At the same time, the Frost Sister sitting in front of McDonald's - Princess Jaina of Proudmoore said angrily: "Damn it! These barbaric guys should be killed as soon as possible."
Well, subtle, in a double sense.
The corner of McDonald's mouth raised slightly: "I don't want to tame a barbaric race with a strong sense of self. But killing Guang is not that easy."
Even the orcs themselves don't know how many beast-like green-skinned cannon fodder are still in Draenor's hometown. They have no population to begin with. Not to mention, there are members of the [Iron Horde] who keep flying in.
The Alliance is now fighting off the tribes of two worlds on its own, and Thrall is cheating.
Looking at the corner of McDonald's mouth, Gianna's heart skipped a beat - indeed, when she was a child, she thought McDonald's was full of evil, and this was true.
Carefully, Gianna said tentatively: "Killing with a borrowed knife?"
McDonald raised his thumb: "The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily a friend, at least he can be cannon fodder."
There are so many grievances and grievances between the Alliance and the Horde, as well as the wonderful things that happened when they cooperated. It was enough for the third-rate writer named Yu Yunfei whom I met before time travel to write a 4 million-word fan novel. McDonald even gave the book this title.
I've thought about it, and I'll call it "Storm God"!
However, McDonald always felt that the tribes in this generation were even more outrageous. In the game, version 1.0 had not yet arrived, and [Iron Horde] was released.
How can we be worthy of ourselves without consuming the tribe's strength?
McDonald said half of it mysteriously, which made Gianna even more excited.
Due to their different status, she was a little afraid to ask.
It’s just too important. If you don’t ask, you’d be sorry for yourself!
"Here, Xiaomaimai, for the sake of your childhood sweetheart, tell me in private!" Gianna acted in a rare act of coquettishness, and even called out the nickname she used when she was playing with the dead ghost McDonald when she was a child. Hearing this, McDonald got goosebumps all over his body.
pimple.
Not to mention McDonald, even Kalia, another theoretical childhood sweetheart beside him, smiled and pricked up his ears.
Alas, there are too many personal guards, which is a little troublesome, and they are all gone.
McDonald coughed twice and touched his nose: "Do you know that Archimonde destroyed Greymane's Wall?"
"Of course!" Meng De came, this was the league's top news.
"If I have a high chance of controlling Archimonde's route..." McDonald drew a line on the military map in front of the two of them.
Jaina's eyes suddenly lit up: "Maimai, you are so kind to me!"
Caliya didn't think anything of the intimate tone, but Liadrin felt goosebumps all over her body when she heard it. An almost natural hostility rose in her chest, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
The only consolation was that after hearing this, McDonald calmly adjusted his sitting posture.
After being together day and night for so long, Liadrin had long known that Mr. Mai was a lazy dog, lustful and timid. He would never make things difficult for himself if he could feel comfortable. What a knee pillow. Without outsiders, he would probably just accept it.
Already.
What can change him from a comfortable sitting position to an upright one is probably when he encounters something that makes him feel very uncomfortable.
Liadrin suddenly felt much better: Humph! Little bitch, you are still young.
She guessed correctly, Mr. Mai almost sacrificed his own breakfast.
However, he couldn't make the mistake of targeting Jaina at this time.
At least so far, as a tool of McDonald's staff, she is quite competent. However, this girl makes all kinds of mistakes. When she should beat the tribe, she cheats on her father and joins the alliance. When she should unite the tribe, she fails because her family business is destroyed.
Blackened, McDonald will only use this tool cautiously, but will not trust it.
McDonald snapped his fingers, and the tool elf astrologist Calpurnia immediately understood and activated the magic mirror.
That was another live broadcast.
At the top of Orgrimmar City, Thrall had just finished encouraging the orcs when he saw something was wrong to the east.
In the clear sky, the white clouds are dispersing layer by layer, as if blown away by the sea breeze. Following them are rolling clouds of ominous colors.
A huge fireball was dragging a long trail across the sky from east to west, blooming with dazzling light.
This light reflected in the eyes of the orcs, shining brightly.
But it's too far.
When a person is in an open wilderness, his field of vision can capture things on the flat ground four kilometers away.
No matter how good Sal's eyes were, he couldn't clearly see what was happening on the sea ten kilometers away.
I could only vaguely see the second, third, and fourth shining fireballs piercing the sky and falling towards Orgrimmar. They seemed to light up the clouds, turning the cloud base into a piece of gold.
Red color.
"What is that?" an orc asked.
But no one answered.
Thrall immediately had a bad premonition. He whistled, and Varok immediately understood and called the people below to send out a reconnaissance bipedal flying dragon knight, soaring into the sky and flying towards the sea to the east.
Sal was on the safe side: "Sound the alarm and prepare the whole city for war!"
Unfortunately, the Bipedal Dragon Riders were destined not to find evidence about the Alliance, because the [Warspite] dived thirty kilometers away from the Durotar coastline.
A battleship is certainly not a submarine.
Still the same sentence.
Science is not enough, magic comes in!
At this moment, [Warsweat] Loli looked at the oval shield around her in surprise. This thing blocked the influx of sea water. You know, this is in the sea fifty meters deep!
"Ah! So awesome!" Warspite's neutral voice couldn't hold it in anymore, and finally revealed a slightly cute lolita voice. Of course, it was only one sentence, and the next sentence returned to a neutral voice: "Ahem, it's me.
How strange it is to see.”
Of course she didn't know that the Sha Diao player's user system had already completed the recording and slicing, and someone in the system group had already started playing it in a loop.
