McDonald didn't think Fenner would talk nonsense about this kind of thing. Besides, you could tell at a glance whether the person who ran to Jinjian Port was a fool.
Then... who is that shabby poor guy who appears in the corridor of Naxxramas Fortress at this moment?
Even though the site crashed last time and drove a few sneaking players crazy, there were still a few elite operators who could endure loneliness and lurked.
Through a camera tinkered by elite operators that does not require magic and is powered by pure technology, which is roughly equivalent to the level of the earth in 1980, McDonald can clearly see that the brainless Roar who originally belonged to the tribe is indeed dead.
This guy was hacked by Patchwick with a kitchen knife, and Solas stabbed him in the chest with a sword. There was no longer any rebelliousness on that savage face, but now there was only a kind of numb submission.
Theoretically, the Hellscream family should be extinct.
Things are obviously not that simple.
"Come here! I need your observation skills as a ranger." McDonald greeted, and the three Windrunner sisters and Lor'themar gathered around the magic mirror.
The mirror on the left is the image of Naxxramas projected in McDonald's mind through system transcoding. It is a brainless roar with a numb expression and clear wounds.
The mirror on the right is a real-time picture of Golden Sword Port. After getting permission from McDonald, Finna asked Rivendell's First Army to monitor the remaining soldiers of the tribe, and then opened the urn city between the first and second walls in the west.
Under the surveillance of heavily armed alliance soldiers, the remaining tribal soldiers, mainly orcs and supplemented by trolls, rushed into the urn city sparsely.
Originally, this kind of barbican city built with fifteen-meter-high walls would give the tribal soldiers a serious sense of oppression and should make them quite uncomfortable.
But one by one, the tribal soldiers rushed into the range of the alliance's cannons, and they felt lucky to have survived the disaster.
Crying, laughing, crying and laughing, numb, depressed, all kinds of negative emotions are there.
Only one orc stood straight, carrying the iconic elephant-trunk ax [Blood Roar], and walked into the alliance's fortress gate with his head held high.
"The person who came to Golden Sword Port is an impostor!" Alleria said first: "I have met Garrosh several times, recently at Bronzebeard Fortress, and he does not have this scar on his left shoulder. Look, this scar is obviously not recent.
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"There are also here and here!" Vereesa pointed at the frozen screen and yelled at the other two places.
"It's basically certain that Garrosh from another world has come!" Lor'themar also said with certainty.
Only Sylvanas's eyes were uncertain, and McDonald probably knew what she was thinking. Since she was his own girl, there was nothing to avoid, so McDonald gently held Queen Xi's hand.
The tsundere girl rarely struggled, letting someone play with her long and strong fingers.
The tribal army was attacked, and the impact was considerable.
In a sense, it breaks the already fragile balance of power between the Alliance and the Horde.
Although the Alliance also suffered a disaster, its great business and the core areas of Stratholme, Ironforge and the Kingdom of Stormwind were not damaged, so it was confident.
The tribe has been tricked twice in a row. Without the support of the Iron Horde, it will only become more difficult.
Failure to supplement is a dead end.
Supplemented, the problem is to make up for another stupid roar, then it will be great fun.
Since the equipment and personnel brought here are the equipment and personnel of the Iron Tribe, according to historical development, it can be basically assumed that this idiot, the poisonous roar, at least experienced the civil strife of the tribe, was imprisoned, and was secretly sent to the parallel world to save the father of roar.
The stupid roar from the Iron Tribe.
To put it bluntly, this guy definitely has a deep hatred for the tribe led by Thrall, and he also hates the Alliance extremely.
The biggest questions are: Will this Iron Tribe continue to develop black technology in future generations? There is a high probability that this is a brainless roar in the branch world. If he succeeds in seizing the throne of the chief of the main plane, will Thrall be killed? This
What consequences will it bring to the alliance? Also, what is happening to the alliance in the branch world?
One question after another comes one after another, each one related to the changes in the historical line of this world, and more importantly to the foundation that Mai has built here with the players.
McDonald gently tapped the table with his right index finger. Everyone who knew him knew very well that this meant that he was deep in thought and it was best not to disturb him.
Everyone retreated silently, or stood with their hands down, or simply sat on the window sill to look at the scenery outside.
Suddenly, McDonald laughed.
"This is the first year that the three Windrunner sisters have pursued me? Over the years, the three sisters have confessed their love for each other N times and I have rejected them."
When McDonald suddenly mentioned this, the three sisters blushed at the same time. The two ministers next to them had silently stepped back and wanted to run away.
McDonald was still talking to himself: "Once, for Quel'Thalas, they came to see me in disgrace, but I rejected them time and time again."
I don’t know why, but it sounds so Versailles?
You see, Queen Xi was so moved that her fists became hardened.
"Finally, I didn't refuse. And Alleria thanked me."
When he said this, all the elves in the hall were extremely embarrassed.
God's turning point has come.
"But they don't know that it's me who should say thank you. Thank you for making my boyish daydream come true."
Well, the long-eared people suddenly felt much better.
"But speaking of it, to a certain extent, thanks to the corruption of the Silver Moon Council, the current alliance of various tribes has come into being." The corner of McDonald's mouth curled up: "Don't you think that there are two tribes of great chiefs?
, is it very interesting?"
Lor'themar, Alleria and Queen Xi, who had the brightest minds, immediately woke up.
Lor'themar nodded: "Yes, the Alliance is strong. If the mysterious Iron Tribe keeps transfusing blood to the tribes here, there will be no end. A divided tribe is obviously more in the interests of the Alliance."
The Alliance has a lot of troubles, and isn’t the Horde also full of conflicts?
When external forces are strong enough, different interest groups in a camp will naturally choose to unite.
If external forces are weak, interest groups will naturally seek greater interests.
What's more, a pig-like opponent is a divine assist to your own side!
McDonald smiled and said: "The technology that the Iron Horde is proud of is not that good. Let him come. If Garrosh can exclude Thrall and build a more powerful tribe, that would be interesting."
Is McDonald's playing with fire and setting himself on fire?
No! This is called confidence!
The technological upper limit of the goblins is right there. A guy like Brainless Hool who only has muscle and conspiracy in his head cannot do technological iterations or anything like that.
Now that the brainless roars of the main plane have been killed violently, it is more in line with the interests of the alliance to lead the tribe of the Iron Tribe to break into the main plane.
