A mountain giant? He is so fierce that he can punch a child.
Ancient trees of war? The Burning Legion professionally demolished them ten thousand years ago.
But it’s impossible not to block it!
Fandral *Psycho* Staghelm came up with a very crazy plan.
Even this plan of killing 10,000 enemies and losing 99,000 to himself still needs to weaken Archimonde's physical strength enough.
Believe it or not? This is a very big bet!
Gritting his teeth, Tyrande decided to withdraw the ordinary night elf troops from the third formation.
While handing over the army to Shandris, Tyrande took his personal guards and approached Macdonken and his party.
Tyrande got off the white tiger mount and stood in front of McDonald. Their eyes met, and she asked very solemnly: "Your Excellency Stratholme, is the Alliance really willing to risk everything to fight with the night elves?"
Fight side by side against the nightmare of this world?"
"Archimund? The nightmare of the world? He's not worthy yet." McDonald curled his lips contemptuously and said in Salas language: "At least there is an ancient god like N'Zoth."
"No, I'm serious. Please answer my question." Tyrande took a step forward and closed the distance between them, so that the tip of their noses almost touched the tip of McDonald's nose.
Macdonald was not used to this so-called 'love distance', especially since he had never thought about being Tyrande's dried banana. At this distance, any time he licked his lips, his style would be completely distorted.
.
It's so damn good that McDonald's is reminded of the scene in Zhou Xingye's "Tang Bohu Lights the Mosquito Repellent" where Xingye and [Opposite Through the Wall] are pouting through the air...
His eyes drifted away for a moment, and his deep black pupils refocused, resisting the urge to ruin the atmosphere.
"What else do you want to test?" McDonald shrugged: "If you can't let Archimonde die here, then I can die with you, right?"
The seemingly frivolous words contain great determination.
Interestingly, Tyrande felt that a soft part of her chest had been poked.
She suddenly realized that McDonald was really going all out.
It was just that she was so impulsive that she got so close. Instead, she thought wrongly: Oh my God! What was I thinking? How could I ruin McDonald's determination of "do it or die"?
Before she opened her mouth, McDonald endured the strange looks cast by his subordinates from all directions and added.
"Isn't that enough?" He spread his hands: "All the kings and great lords of the alliance are here. If all of us die in the battle, the alliance will lose all its leaders in one fell swoop. If you feel that this is not sincere enough, our alliance will
There’s just nothing to say.”
McDonald smiled and took a half step back, introducing Tyrande to the big bosses of the alliance around him.
Tyrande was surprised. Before, McDonald only said that these were the strongest in the alliance, and did not even introduce in detail who was with whom.
After a second thought, she understood.
In this regard, the alliance's structure is similar to that of the night elves. Basically, the one who can fight the most is the boss (those who can't fight are all killed).
This is to prevent the tribe from causing trouble. After all, the orcs once served as the guns of the Burning Legion, and if the alliance commits all its strong men and is stabbed in the back, it will really not be fun.
After the introduction, it was Tyrande's turn to apologize: "Whisperwind was presumptuous! On behalf of the goddess Elune, I would like to apologize to everyone."
The sedan chair was carried by everyone.
The opponent played the goddess card, so the Alliance would naturally not embarrass Tyrande.
After all, McDonald's escape was too brilliant, no, it was a retreat.
After the Alliance and the Dark Elf heroes reunited, Thrall arrived belatedly with a few of his younger brothers.
Good to die, Sal said the same thing as McDonald.
Although Thrall is sincere and willing to prove that the Horde also wants to protect the world of Azeroth, but if the same words are said by different people, or said a second time, his words of determination are loud to Tyrande's ears.
Discounted.
"Thank you to the tribe for your support! Let us put aside our past grudges and work together!" Tyrande showed a politician-like smile.
"Okay!" Thrall hesitated: "Yes, I wonder if we can get treatment support when we face Archimonde later?"
"Our archdruid Fandral Staghelm will take care of you."
Thrall didn't know yet that he would be taken care of by the future Flame Druid, but he was still secretly happy.
There is no way, the professions of the big guys in the tribe are too single.
warrior!
Including Thrall himself, everyone is a warrior, either in defensive combat, violent combat, or weapon combat, and only Wo'jin can play a long-range role.
Thrall has foreseen that the pure chopper team will be difficult to beat.
But there is nothing he can do!
Looking at the alliance, with all the warriors, magicians, animal husbandry, thieves, hunters, and riders, it was an all-star lineup, and Thrall felt envious.
Alas, the number of night elves and Horde heroes combined is less than half that of the Alliance, which is an exaggeration.
The Dark Elf withdrew the third formation and placed the decisive battleground directly on the open space on the top of the mountain opposite the World Tree.
Although Meng De ran very fast due to his long legs, it still took some time to run ten kilometers from the foot of the mountain along the winding mountain road.
This formation of heroes, who each have his or her own agenda, looks unbalanced at first glance.
There are too many heroes in the Alliance, and they are the core.
Mages: Kaizi's Big Three of Blood Essence, Jaina, Ronin, Calpurnia, and Solanlian.
Priest: Benedictus, Callia.
Thieves: Valeela, Van Cleef and his daughter.
Ranger (Hunter): The three Windrunner sisters, Lor'themar and Brann*Bronzebeard.
Knights: The Four Silver Saints, Lao Mo, Abidis, Bolvar
There is also a non-staff Falstad Wildhammer, he is considered the Sky Knight.
In the alliance alone, forming a 25-man team can bring in more substitutes, and there is also a versatile profession like the Paladin that can fight, carry, and farm, so it is very balanced no matter how you look at it.
The night elves have no melee combatants except for Fandral.
The tribe is full of choppers.
Regardless of whether the other two are willing or not, the alliance can only be the core.
Normally it goes like this...
Thrall did not expect that the moment Archimonde's exaggerated ten-story figure appeared around the mountain pass and appeared on the mountaintop plateau, the guy who was originally his trump card rushed out.
"No! Wait!"
The hero who came to the Iron Horde this time can be regarded as a hero for the time being, but he is a very twisted existence.
Thrall has been using it casually because the Iron Horde messenger from the future has repeatedly warned that this guy has a bad mind. Once he lets it out, it will follow the opponent to death.
Since it lacks sufficient intelligence, it is likely that it cannot be recovered after being released, so Thrall does not dare to use it in retreat battles or anything like that.
Now that he took it out, Sal immediately regretted it.
This super monster whose left arm was chopped off and replaced with a large iron hook is none other than the famous Gronn King [Gruul the Dragon Slayer] in Draenor.
For some reason, the Iron Horde sent it in like a minor character.
Then as soon as this guy saw Archimonde, he went straight for him and couldn't hold him back.
