The whole audience stood in unison and took a deep breath.
This isn't a gasp, it's just admiration!
Archimonde's terror is still etched in the minds of the heroes of the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and they have never forgotten it for a moment.
If it were any other person, he wouldn't dare to say that he was sure that he could defeat Archimonde to death.
Even in the briefing given by McDonald after his return, he said that he had traveled back to the ancient war 10,000 years ago, but facing the demon king Sargeras directly was beyond everyone's imagination.
Kaizi was in awe, bowed, and humbly said: "In the records of my grandfather Dath'Remar Sunstrider, there is a mysterious strong man who gave Sargeras a powerful blow and knocked him out of the world...
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McDonald turned his palm over, and a badge with the symbol of the blazing sun appeared on his palm.
"Ah" Kaizi exclaimed: "The great hero who saved my grandfather and all the people in the past is you, my lord!?"
McDonald smiled slightly and nodded gently: "It's just a coincidence."
The next second, not only him, but also the four Windrunner siblings beside him, Solanlian and Calpurnia as guards, Liadrin, Valeela, all the elves who were born in the high elves, one by one.
, all bowed to the ground.
They have figured out the cause and effect.
Although it sounds nonsense, going back in time and making time form a loop is understandable as long as you have enough IQ.
It is no exaggeration to say that MacDonald is a great benefactor of the high elves.
Without Macdonken rescuing their ancestors when he rescued Tyrande, there would have been no high elves later, let alone the so-called blood elves today.
If someone were of another race and mentioned old news from ten thousand years ago, they would probably not admit it.
The high elves are different. This happened three or four generations ago. Their long lives allowed them to hear this true story in person from their elders.
Looking at this badge, the most touching person was Kaizi.
Tears filled his eyes, and he felt relieved.
Among so many elves, he is actually the one who is under the most pressure.
"Despicable! How can the noble Quel'dorei serve a short-lived species?"
"Your grandpa's face has been completely shamed by you!"
"Sin'dorei? Bah! Is this your way of revenge?"
Not every high elf can let go of its past glory, so they choose the path of self-reliance or self-exile.
Although McDonald has not pushed him and his men to death over the years, he always feels that he is on top and on the bottom, and there are no elves on both sides.
Unexpectedly, McDonald's had the ability to take out this.
hehe!
From now on, when Kaizi goes out, he can tell me that I have taken refuge with the Lord of Stratholme because the Lord is the great benefactor of all of us Quel'dorei. Without him, our ancestors would have died in Azshara long ago.
That's right! Even if Kaizi had already knelt down, he still needed a real reason for him to surrender in a grand manner!
Everything forms a perfect closed loop!
Just thinking about it, McDonald knew that these long-eared loyal hearts had finally become "adoration".
After a trip, it took more than three years, and it seemed that everything was worth it.
He may not want to see Dath'Remar, but Dath'Remar's grandson Kael'thas is his base, so he cannot move after all.
McDonald could imagine what the situation would be like if word of this spread.
At least you can feed a large number of bards!
McDonald had arranged a lot of things, and this night was extremely shocking to the entire alliance, and even to the tribes opposite.
The feeling on the tribal side is more intuitive.
All kinds of information are flying in from their intelligence agencies like snowflakes.
Varok Saurfang watched Thrall look over the large pile of parchment again and again, and his heart ached just to see Thrall and Vol'jin working sleeplessly.
Thrall put down a stack of information and sighed: "I used to think that the Alliance was terrible. Unexpectedly, as soon as McDonald's returned, the entire Alliance was like a giant awakening from its slumber and began to show its cruelty."
Varok said in a deep voice: "Great Chief, I have asked the chiefs below to start preparing for war."
Wo'jin interfaced: "However, if you can avoid fighting, it's best not to fight. Warchief, I must remind you that our tribe has a high chance of losing."
Thrall was silent for a few seconds and nodded heavily: "I know. Unless our old friends can send unexpected reinforcements, we have little chance of winning."
"Humph! Isn't it just that the Alliance has taken over the most fertile land!" Brainless roared sullenly.
Thrall's cheek muscles twitched: "Yes! Don't forget, your fathers and I tried hard to conquer those lands, but they failed. Now that they have proven in the trial of blood and fire that they are better than
We are stronger! Then this is a matter of course!"
This time it was the idiot's turn to yell that everyone was in trouble.
Nothing wrong!
Who the hell told you orcs that you lost both battles at the Dark Portal?
If you can't defeat others and seize territory, who's to blame?
Isn’t it my fault that you orcs are noobs?
Brainless Roar became even more depressed and said angrily: "We should go to war with the Alliance at all costs! Kill all the Alliance dogs!"
Thrall found himself increasingly unable to control the son of his old friend.
However, Garrosh represents most of the new generation of orcs. These orcs have either never seen the world, or are unhappy with their previous defeats.
The worst thing is that their understanding of the alliance is basically the same as it was almost ten years ago.
The intelligence returned by the tribal spies was regarded as fantasy by them.
Thrall was really choked: "We can't compare to the Alliance in terms of quantity and quality of soldiers, so what can we use to fight against them?"
Feeling that he was unpopular among the chieftains, Garrosh became even more angry, crossed his arms over his chest, and became silent.
Wo'jin suggested sensibly: "We must increase technology and improve our military strength. And... I hope the alliance can suffer another disaster. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to close the gap between the two sides."
Thrall and Vol'jin simultaneously set their sights on the Tanaris Desert in the southern part of the Kalimdor continent.
There is a race there that has been having a bit of a miserable time recently...
That's right, it's a goblin!
Although the upright orcs and tauren do not like these short and shameless races, Thrall has always coveted the high technology of the goblins.
At this moment, a messenger suddenly broke in.
"Reporting to the War Chief, the Alliance suddenly increased its troops to Feather Moon Fortress! Giant ships! Countless giant ships have arrived on the west coast of Feralas!"
"What?" Sal was shocked.
A group of tribal leaders quickly rode on the flying dragons and rushed to the west almost in a hurry.
Facts have proved that Feralas is actually not a very good place. Opposite the Twin Towers Mountain in the west of the area is Feather Moon Fortress.
This night elf fortress was not only built for more than a thousand years, but its location is extremely important. It is located on an island three kilometers off the west coast.
