Thrall looked far away from the top of the city. The south seemed to have become a vast green ocean, with flags floating on the ocean and the reflections of weapons flashing from time to time.
The young chief pursed his lips. He understood that as long as he moved his lips, he could start a real war. Just a few words could decide the life or death of hundreds of thousands of people. It was not until this moment that he truly became the chief.
of reality.
At this moment, Thrall finally understood why even Orgrimmar, whom his father respected so much and was known as the orcs' number one strategist, could not win a battle at the Dark Portal that should have been a complete victory——
There are too many things out of control and out of specification.
As Thrall grew up, he worked hard to restore the Dark Portal and the entire process of World War II. Even though he heard a lot of things in the human tavern, which were all leaked by middle- and lower-level officers, and most of them were bragging, he still kept the good from the trash.
Restores most of the historical truth.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the Alliance had been at the level of the Stormwind Kingdom during World War I, the Alliance would have been destroyed long ago. If Thrall was in command today, he would dare to say that he was 80% sure of occupying the entire Eastern Kingdom continent.
After careful review, Thrall told himself that the Eastern Kingdom Continent was simply no place for orcs...
Look up at the sky at forty-five degrees!
this……
Thrall still couldn't figure out how the Alliance Commander-in-Chief McDonald was able to withstand the repeated attacks of millions of orcs and undead legions in the past few years in such a harsh environment.
Even if they are now free from the direct attack of the Alliance's troops, the tank troops of Chen Bing on the banks of the Nushui River still make a large number of elite orcs feel...
What is the gap.
It is precisely because of his understanding of the Alliance that Thrall has always been very afraid of McDonald in his heart. It is this young human who has single-handedly allowed the Alliance to still shine with dazzling brilliance in an extremely harsh environment.
Even though the Alliance was about to attack, Thrall still did not dare to easily provoke the anger of the reckless orcs and point his blade at the Alliance.
Not long after the orcs used brute force and stone weapons to bully humans and dwarves, the other parties formed an alliance and took out flamethrowers.
When the orcs found the troll cannon fodder and death knights, the humans took out cannons that dropped bombs beyond visual range.
The Alliance is climbing the technology tree so fast that it is beyond the imagination of all the orcs.
The orcs received support from the mysterious [Iron Horde], but if the alliance also had mysterious support, it would obviously be more ruthless. When he thought of this, Sal suddenly felt a huge pain in his chest.
How unfair this world is!
Sal looked to the east, looking at the gradually changing color of the sky, still a little confused.
Without it, there is too little information.
"Father, what should I do?" Thrall looked behind him, where Durotan had just walked up to the city.
"Looking back at the past, we can certainly wonder why the leaders at that time made such stupid decisions. If we go back in time and are in the same position and lack the intelligence to judge the situation, we will not be much better than them.
." The kind old father shook his head and patted Thrall on the shoulder: "This is your duty as the warchief!"
Sal was silent.
"The only advice I can give you is that in a chaotic situation, the leader must make a decision. Even a wrong decision is better than no decision at all!"
Sal nodded heavily: "I understand."
Thrall had the answer in his mind - the new city had just been built, and Grom Hellscream had just been killed. For the sake of the morale of the tribe, he had to act recklessly, otherwise the tribe's spirit would be gone.
As for failure, of course it is possible to fail.
As long as you win, even if it's a miserable victory, it's worth it.
He raised the [Doomhammer] high and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a red baby dragon flying from the southwest.
A paladin with brilliant golden light sits on the back of a dragon.
The orcs felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Countless wolves first let out low roars in the air, and then tucked their tails together.
The red dragon flies very slowly, and the dragon knight is still waving the alliance's battle flag.
"It's a messenger!" Vol'jin reminded.
"Let him come here!" Thrall ordered.
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Not long after, the red dragon landed on the top of the city of Orgrimmar, and a paladin, whose body was surrounded by golden light, jumped out.
"I am Uther! Because I fought to the death for the people of Lordaeron to resist the Scourge, I was given the surname Lightbringer by the Alliance!" Laowu introduced himself calmly.
"I am Thrall! The chief of the tribe!" Thrall speaks fluent human common language.
"On behalf of the Alliance, I am announcing to the Horde - the demon leader Archimonde, who recently destroyed the Greymane Wall of the Kingdom of Gilneas with a single blow, is approaching your city! This is a reflection!" Laowu didn't even wait for Sa.
I reacted and directly threw a Rubik's Cube-like prop, and an image was suddenly projected into the sky.
The image is quite large, about the size of ten Imax movie screens.
The huge image on the tenth floor scared many of the orcs below on the spot.
Well, scary in every sense of the word.
Not only the Alliance's technology, but also Archimonde's domineering power to destroy a city with one strike!
The combination of light and shadow and realistic sound effects even scared the shit out of many wargs.
The tribe leaders were speechless for a long time.
"This is what happened. The Burning Legion, which was loyal to your orc traitor Gul'dan, took advantage of the vulnerability of the planet Azeroth and sent Archimonde, the second strongest man of the Legion, in an attempt to destroy the world. The Alliance hereby announces
, please let the tribe make its own decision.”
In the Fortress of Andorhal, McDonald, who was watching this scene directly, almost burst into laughter.
He truly admired his decision.
If someone else had been the messenger, there would never have been such a dramatic effect.
Others nearby didn't feel much, but Sylvanas came over and said in the language of the wind: "McDonald's, you are so bad."
"Huh? Really? I just told the enemy's enemies not to die casually. Cannon fodder also has the value of cannon fodder." McDonald said duplicity and snapped his fingers. Calpurnia beside him immediately poured half a cup for McDonald.
wine.
Queen Xi's half-squinted phoenix eyes flashed with light: "Uther kept saying to let the tribe make its own decision, but it turned out to be the last straw that broke the tribe's inner defense."
"Ha!" McDonald refused to comment and took a sip of red wine.
"Those brainless orcs, if you let them charge directly, you will end up dead and get a good reputation. Tell them first, but you will spread fear. I just don't understand your purpose of doing this."
"Nothing, just breaking the tribe's backbone." Wine seeped out from the corner of McDonald's mouth. Queen Xi looked over and felt that what McDonald was drinking was not wine, but blood! Orc blood!
For some reason, Sylvanas felt that McDonald, who had the tribe under his control, was handsome!
