In the Wengcheng of Jinjian Port, there is a strange smell of meat.
It was originally held up by a bunch of light artillery, and no one could eat it happily, except the orcs...
There is a high probability that they have broken the pot and have not eaten the food of the alliance. They have been beaten into dogs by the Scourge Legion and fled. There is no such thing as losing face.
The orcs gathered around large and small fires in twos and threes and ate roasted insect meat.
The Battle of New Quicksand has just ended, and both the Alliance and the Horde have stockpiled a large amount of Qiraji meat.
The Alliance is better here. They peel off the hard shell of the insects, cut off the hard spines on the legs of the insects, throw the meat into a refrigerated train car, transport it to Jinjian Port, and put it in a professional cold storage.
There is no way, people here in the alliance will definitely not eat this, but there is still half a black dragon army. The 'noble' pure-blood dragons will definitely not eat it, and there are dragons and half-dragons. These guys are just like orcs, not too big.
Be very particular.
The only thing the alliance didn't expect was that they provided insect meat and bonfires, with some coarse salt dried on the beach, and the tribe soldiers headed by the orcs actually ate it with gusto.
"Oh my God! What did I eat before?"
“This is so delicious!”
Similar orcish language was heard endlessly in various urn cities, and the Alliance soldiers who understood the orcish language rolled their eyes crazily.
"Hey! Aren't the orcs shouting all day long that they will never be slaves?" Queen Xi, who came with McDonald, sneered.
"Orcs will never be slaves unless they have room and board!" McDonald said a famous saying that is widely circulated among players, which immediately made the elf girl next to him burst into laughter.
"Giggle!" After laughing enough, Alleria said seriously, "McDonald's, you don't want to tame the orcs, do you?"
McDonald raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, but out of the feelings of the people of the Alliance, the best orc must be the orc that turns to ashes!"
To be honest, it is not difficult to tame an orc as long as you are not from a designated clan.
The orcs are not united in nature. They are composed of numerous large and small clans. The law of the jungle determines that the right to speak of the tribe is in the hands of the first-class clans, such as the Blackstone, Warsong, Frostwolf and other clans, while other races with smaller numbers, such as the tauren,
Darkspear trolls, blood elves and ogres can only be reduced to the pendants of the orcs.
To divide the orcs, you only need to recruit some second- and third-tier clans.
It can be done, but it’s not necessary!
The deep hatred between the orcs and the various races in the alliance cannot be written in hundreds of pages of A4 paper. The first and second battles at the Dark Portal, and before the battle of Haishan, how dad led the Warsong clan into Ashenvale to cut down trees. They had long ago destroyed all races in the alliance.
Offended all over.
Nowadays, even the teachings of the Church of Holy Light have specifically added the dogma "Orcs Must Die". Tell me, is McDonald worthy of doing this?
If we want a human shield race, wouldn’t half-dragons be great?
To be honest, after watching too many orcs, I feel that the style of orcs serving as soldiers is not unacceptable.
At least it's much better than the X Games held in a certain island country. The opening ceremony was directly "Fengdu Team Building" and "Zombie Online Live Broadcast". If this thing was broadcast in another place, the broadcast was directly cut off by Yang Ma.
Is this thing enough to expand its influence?
Negative influence, right?
Okay, I'm going too far.
Mai, who is now the leader of the alliance, once again stated that he would not accept orcs as his younger brothers, so everyone below naturally felt at ease.
The group of people came to an urn city, which was different from other urn cities where orcs were imprisoned. Looking down from the city wall, one could clearly see vague circles surrounding an extremely burly figure.
The Iron Tribe version of Brainless Roar was sitting in the middle, surrounded by a group of orcs who were also extremely burly and wore many black armors, with an aura like stars overtaking the moon.
It was obvious that most of the orcs were dressed like beggars, and few of them had complete armor. Brainless Roar did not feel like he was being relied upon, but instead he was carelessly chewing on insect legs.
"Orcs are the most powerful and outstanding race in the world! A truly strong man should have the entire world of Azeroth as his hunting ground..." This is the ultimate form of orc supremacists.
Although most of the orcs around looked miserable, the group of orcs who came from the Iron Tribe didn't care at all. They were crazy and superstitious about their leader, and they all agreed and let out majestic roars.
Halfway through his words, Brainless Roar glanced at McDonald, who was scanning him as he walked on the top of the city.
He instinctively determined that the man surrounded by a group of beauties was the rumored leader of the alliance, Macdonald Stratholme.
There is always some inexplicable connection between the strong and the strong.
Being looked at by the enemy leader with such a condescending look, Brainless Roar was quite uncomfortable, and without hesitation, he let out a rather exaggerated snort.
"snort!"
Like the buzzing of a chime, a low-pitched snort like a roar startled the orcs wandering around the city. They all raised their heads and looked up. Then, following the soldiers around them, they looked towards the top of the city and saw McDonald and his party.
There is undisguised hatred in the eyes of the Iron Tribe warriors.
The tribal warriors of Azeroth's own plane have complicated views. They were once mortal enemies and were forced to join together due to irresistible external forces. Pure orc warriors have their own sense of honor. This feeling of being saved by a mortal enemy,
It made him feel ashamed, but also secretly grateful.
After all, the Alliance did not take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and even provided them with food when they lost their luggage. This is the greatest kindness and generosity.
McDonald's met Brainless Roar's gaze without any fear.
It's quite fierce, and it's comparable to Erha's wise eyes!
Young Master, I was glared at by C'Thun, who has the brightest eyes among the ancient gods. It's not like the ancient gods can glare at someone who is pregnant. How can you be considered a der by just yelling like a fool?
McDonald smiled: "Hey! I'm just a freeloader, and I'm not satisfied yet. Most of us will have to die and dedicate our own land with both hands to be satisfied. Forget it, kindness and kindness are not applicable to beasts.
.Lor'themar, let them go!"
Human lingua franca also has homophones, and those around them who understood it burst into low-pitched laughter.
The angry gazes of the Iron Tribe orcs did not hurt Mai in the slightest, but a burst of laughter from the top of the city made Brainless Roar break his psychological defense.
"You..." Brainless roared. The blood vessels in his neck were so thick that it seemed like he could fit a can of Coke into them.
Here, Lor'themar, surrounded by more than a hundred fully armed elite knights, walked down the only inclined staircase on the urn city and proudly came to the front of Brainless Roar.
Garrosh was furious: "Why didn't Macdonken Stratholme come to see me!?"
This strange brain circuit made Lor'themar want to laugh.
Okay, laugh if you want!
There is no need for Lor'themar to look down upon the orcs.
"Haha! Do you want to see the leader of the alliance whenever you want? Who are you? Let your chief come, and the leader of the alliance may think about it."
"you!?"
"Get out of here when you've had enough to eat and drink! The Alliance has no habit of raising waste." Lor'themar threw down a rough map on the yellow sand: "There are the rags of the former Gadgetzan goblins here. If they are not broken, they will be enough for us.
