The heart of the high elf has always been a complicated thing.
As a race with a long lifespan, even if the high elves waste 90% of their time, they still have a lot of time to cultivate themselves into an all-rounder.
The elf version of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, plus magic or combat skills, is really not something you can do if you don't have the talent.
The vast knowledge of the High Elves is enough to make them look down on most humans, especially the humans of Azeroth who have been in a backward agricultural state for the past two thousand years.
It is not unreasonable to think of yourself as superior to others.
The lifespan is too long and the self-esteem is too high, which leads to the poor marriage and birth rates in high spirits.
Love, this kind of thing is a bit elusive to them.
People who are stronger than themselves will look down upon them.
I look down on those who are weaker than myself.
It's hard to live up to the low standards. This is one of the reasons why the three Windrunner sisters are all "old girls" who are over a thousand years old.
If Sylvanas had tried to commit herself before, it was more because she was forced to do business due to the situation, especially when she saw her third sister and McDonald were in a situation where they were more than friends but not lovers. Now her
There has been a subtle change in mentality...
Of course, with a powerful enemy at hand, Sylvanas would not go crazy and cause trouble at such a time.
However, the intense look in her eyes made Vereesa tremble.
McDonald... really didn't know that there were so many dramas around him, he thought that Queen Xi was just complimenting him, and he was proud of it.
well!
Let Mengde change the route slightly and pass through the new orc main city while doing things. Even a carbon-based creature can do such a job!
Humility! Humility!
McDonald told himself this while shaking the metal wine glass to let the aroma of red wine spread out.
Nowadays, the Alliance is farming intensively and there is not much food available for wine making, making this red wine even more precious.
Although the taste was worse than the cheap dry red that McDonald drank before traveling through time, McDonald liked the slightly sour feeling. After all, the drinking of red wine in this world is not as bad as the earth.
Unexpectedly, Queen Xi took Calpurnia's bottle and poured wine for McDonald.
She half-squinted her eyes: "Then... what will Sal choose? Will he hold on?"
"I hope he holds on and someone is in town."
McDonald Kemba must not use Archimonde's help to get rid of the tribe, at least severely inflict heavy damage on the orcs.
Unfortunately, most of it won't happen.
Thrall is a very smart leader. When he saw the opportunity, he was able to lead his tribe to the west collectively.
If he was really mentally retarded, he could have incited the few orcs to make trouble for the Alliance while the Scourge was wreaking havoc. Of course, the consequence of doing so would be to accelerate the demise of the orcs in this world.
Thrall is very good at sizing up situations!
This is an advantage!
However, once he merges with the remaining orcs of Draenor, his advantages will turn into disadvantages.
It was precisely because he knew that Brainless Roar was in Orgrimmar at this time that McDonald deliberately did this to amplify the conflict between the two men!
"Hello Orgrimmar! Goodbye Orgrimmar!" McDonald raised his wine glass toward the west.
At this moment, looking at the terrifying scene of Meng De destroying the city, and then looking at the approaching and extremely exaggerated sea of fire on the sea in the distance, Thrall was really shaken.
And the words of the honest man Uther became the last straw that broke Thrall's resistance.
"The Alliance Commander-in-Chief has said that if it were normal times, he would wish for your tribe to be completely wiped out and not a single one of you to be left alive. But the Burning Legion is the enemy of all living things in Azeroth. Even if the orcs are foreign bandits, at this time you
We are already a part of Azeroth. The Alliance cannot sneak attack the Horde at this time, so if you want to evacuate, the tank troops by the Raging River will withdraw."
"Withdraw?" Varok Saurfang frowned.
"Yes! We estimate that Archimonde's target is Mount Hyjal, the night elves' holy mountain! Therefore, the Alliance will most likely assist the night elves in resisting the Burning Legion. As long as the tribe does not attack our supply lines in the Barrens during this period,
The Alliance will not take the lead in attacking the Horde."
A fair and strict person has a sense of righteousness when he speaks.
This makes Lao Wu’s words undoubtedly more credible!
The alliance is so open and honest, it makes Thrall doubt his life - am I suffering from paranoia?
He glanced at his father, and finally looked down at the desolate land of Durotar. For some reason, Thrall always had the illusion that this new land that just belonged to the orcs would never be taken back.
"Okay! Although the Alliance was once the enemy of the orcs and even the entire tribe, this time, the tribe still chooses to believe in the alliance. I hope you can keep your promise!"
"I swear in the name of the Holy Light that everything I say is true!"
At the end, Durotan suddenly interrupted: "Uther, I know you are a great warrior. If there was no Burning Legion at this moment, would you attack us?"
"Yes!" Lao Wu's eyes were sharp, and he was full of murderous aura: "In my eyes, you orcs are evil parties from other worlds who should be purified by the holy light! One day, I will kill you all... But
Not now!"
He hates evil as much as he hates it, has a clear sense of grudges and grudges, and understands the current situation.
It was the upright Uther who made the tribe completely let down their guard.
Originally, the orcs began to assemble under Thrall's order, but now, the military parade has become an escape meeting, and even mobilization is omitted.
Both orcs and trolls have a strong nomadic atmosphere, and they really don’t have many belongings at home. They put on their most valuable armors, weapons and other equipment, and the rest is some [hard currency] such as animal teeth that can be used as coins, and some
You don't need to use the rest of the animal skins.
Fortunately, Archimonde didn't run very fast either. Thrall caught him within two or three hours, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians marched all the way south.
Of course, Thrall would not believe everything the Alliance said. He personally led a group of bipedal dragon cavalry and looked at Orgrimmar from a distance. He watched as all the orc soldiers and civilians spent hundreds of days and nights to build this city with all their armor.
A majestic city built with hard work.
In Thrall's vision, this main city could withstand a year-long siege by the Alliance army.
Who would be willing to give up like this?
However, the devil still came!
As reported by the Alliance.
An orc dragon rider at the front was attacked by a huge doom guard.
"Ah!" The young orc only had time to scream, before a sea of fire completely engulfed him.
Through the monocular, Thrall watched helplessly as his men in front of him were burned away by the high temperature of the evil flames, revealing burning muscles, bones and internal organs, and then their blood evaporated and turned into fly ash.
Thrall was stunned for a moment and even forgot to escape.
Only Varok whistled extremely dutifully, causing Thrall's mount to fly.
The demons were very strange. They seemed to have no intention of chasing the fleeing orcs. They began to swoop towards Orgrimmar, releasing fireballs one after another, igniting the brick and wood buildings on the streets of Orgrimmar.
