After saying goodbye to the alliance leaders, McDonald returned to his private study and turned on the live broadcast of the Orc Civil War from the spies.
It was very satisfying to see the scene of the orcs dying violently, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Don't be surprised. Isn't this operation just like saying goodbye to a friend, and then turning around and discovering that the guy is online in a certain game?
Good night is not really about sleeping, it's just about ending the social mode.
I didn't say that I wouldn't continue to have fun.
As soon as he sat down behind the desk, McDonald was a little embarrassed, and Onyxia was actually there again.
Alas, you ask whether the life of this dragon servant who has been practicing for ten years is good. McDonald can responsibly say that the life of a dragon servant is not good.
No matter how careful she was, McDonald always wondered if she accidentally swallowed the vertical grip.
But this thing is a bit like a performer sticking his head into the mouth of a crocodile and I bet you not to bite me!
So exciting!
So being a dragon knight only happens zero times and countless times.
He stroked the back of Princess Black Dragon's head along her silky black hair, which was considered as encouragement.
Unexpectedly, with just such a touch, Onyxia was so moved that she almost cried.
Not long after, there was too much gun oil when maintaining the vertical grip, and it overflowed.
Even though Onyxia was in a hurry, she managed to finish it.
Only then did McDonald speak: "Why do you do this?"
"No, I'm just afraid of being abandoned by my master." Onyxia timidly spoke the truth. After her intermittent explanation, McDonald realized that this guy was stimulated again.
[Dragon Slayer] Gruul in this life is still cruel by nature, but he did not kill every invading black dragon like in history.
After the heroes of Kael'thas broke into Gruul's lair, they discovered several imprisoned adult black dragons.
As mortal enemies, the living black dragons were treated cruelly. They were collared and imprisoned with large chains, and all their claws and scales were removed.
This situation is even more miserable than a live chicken with all its feathers plucked and ready to be slaughtered.
Gruul just tortures them for fun.
This story once again illustrates how miserable the black dragon's treatment was after he attacked the street.
These black dragons were considered useless. At least they were obedient and could be used reluctantly. With a wave of his hand, McDonald gave them to the desired alliance hero as mounts.
Especially recently, McDonald began to ride Midnight and rarely ride Invincible, which made her feel more in danger.
Men always like new things.
The only thing McDonald didn't expect was that Onyxia would be so stimulated by this kind of thing that she would want to use the back door.
But, since it's my own mount, it doesn't matter.
An excellent mount knows how to kneel on all fours so that its master can ride on it.
You see, the camels in the desert are like this. If the mount doesn't kneel down, it can only climb up with its hooves.
McDonald looked at Onyxia's arched back and found it very funny. When he saw the word "qualified" that had faded a little, he wanted to laugh even more.
The purpose of collecting mounts is not because they are easy to ride. These days, no matter what kind of mounts they are, they are bumpy. There is no car equipped with high-quality springs that is easy to ride. After all, it is still the feeling of conquest!
Dragon's Lair adventure, isn't it exciting?
It's very exciting.
McDonald's vomited.
After a long ride, Mai silently used the Azeroth version of ambergris to write a horizontal line on the dragon's leg.
Only then did McDonald notice that the battle in the magic mirror had come to an end.
The brilliant thieves of MI7 captured Thrall's victory perfectly.
Thrall, the chief of the tribe, stood on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, holding the [Doomhammer] high and facing the dying chief of the Thunder God clan, Fenris*Wolfvein.
Fenris's condition was very bad. All his guards had been killed. His left shoulder was collapsed by Thrall's hammer, his right leg was broken, and half of his body was covered in scorch marks. He could only kneel on the ground, crooked.
He stared at Sal.
"Surrender! Uncle Fenris..." Thrall said emotionally.
He was right.
Fenris* Wolfblood is the eldest son of Galada, the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, and the eldest brother of Thrall's father, Durotan.
Although his father instilled many ideas about family and tradition, Fenris firmly believed that his future should be brighter.
When their homeland was threatened by the Gronn, and these giant beasts could only be defeated through coordinated fighting, Fenris ignored his father's objections and hunted the Gronn together with the nearby Thor clan.
Fenris returned victorious, but Galada claimed in front of everyone that his son's triumphant behavior was empty and dishonorable. Fenris became so angry that he left the Frostwolf clan that raised him and joined the Thunder God clan.
As an unrelated outsider, he rose to fame with his superb skills and strong personality. He abandoned the name Fenris Wolf and adopted the nickname he earned through his heroic deeds: Iron Wolf.
"The Iron Wolf will never surrender!" Fenris almost lost all his mobility, and he was still stubborn despite being stimulated by the demon's blood.
Sal's eyes darkened and he ordered: "Catch him and keep an eye on him 24 hours a day. Don't let him die."
The few personal guards around him swarmed up and caught the cursing Fenris.
If Thrall had a choice, it would be best for Thrall to kill the Fel Orc general on the spot and use his head to frighten the enemy and boost his own morale. Unfortunately, Thrall can't do that. Not only is Fenris his direct relative, the key is that the Fel Orcs won't eat him.
This set.
When Thrall led his team to attack the Fenrisbon team, he was actually not a direct descendant of Fenris, so there were no evil orcs to stop his team.
Only then did Thrall realize that Fenris was just one of the evil orc commanders who had been pushed to the forefront.
Even if Fenris is killed, the remaining Fel Orcs controlled by demon blood will still carry out the orders from their true leader [Queen Cailitris].
Perhaps later generations of orc historians can write a special note about Thrall not losing.
Sal was not happy at all.
After this defeat, the orcs in Nagrand will continue to fall into an endless cycle of killing each other for a long time.
The only thing that can change this situation is...the tribe's headquarters army.
Only when the main force of the tribe arrives can the evil orcs attacking each clan be wiped out like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Thinking of this, Thrall couldn't help but repeat the name that had troubled him for a long time: "Queen Cailitris..."
If Callitrace herself, who was an unknown number of light years away, could sense it and sneeze on the spot, that would be the right time.
Unfortunately not.
The entire Nagrand was in chaos, just as someone expected.
In addition to Thrall, who works hard and hard, there are also some orc chiefs who have brains and are unwilling to be inferior to others, playing the game of vertical and horizontal.
But just when Thrall was giving repeated orders to speed up the tribe's troops, news came from the Nagrand Pass that the minefield had expanded again.
