Chapter 1174 Protect our MT

   At the same time, three vague shadows surrounded Kane.

"Don't be afraid, Lord Kane, we are here to protect you." A night elf wearing a thick cloak 'flashes' to Kane, Kane recognized that she was Maiev, the female bodyguard beside McDonald's *Shadow song.

  While speaking, Maiev drew an oversized epic two-handed axe from the storage pocket and stuffed it into Kane's hand.

  Cairne looked bewildered at first, then stared at Garrosh angrily, and glanced at Thrall from time to time.

   The axe just now, smashed hard, even if he is as strong as Kane, he will die or be disabled.

   Years of trust, Kane's last trace of affection in the tribe, all disappeared with the axe of the brain.

   Here, Vol'jin's pupils shrank suddenly: "So many thieves heroes!?"

  There are so many heroes, only one thing - the alliance is ready to dig hard!

   No accident at all!

   The clouds were surging in the sky, and when the somewhat dull clouds were forcibly broken open by a giant force, the giant steel ships immediately aroused the exclamations of many tribesmen below.

  Many orcs come from Nagrand. Since they arrived on the planet of Azeroth, they have only heard the name of the Alliance and have never seen its terrifying side.

   When they saw these fierce and expressive steel beasts descend from the clouds and pointed at New Orgrimmar with their huge black barrels, they suddenly felt that their seemingly towering city walls were so ridiculous.

   In the sky, lights flickered.

   The black light on the thick and dark cannon tubes was more like the sharp edge of the death scythe held high.

   Thrall turned pale.

   It's over! It's all over!

   Because of Garrosh's axe, the atmosphere changed.

   Originally, the Tauren could break up peacefully with the tribe, but now, no matter from any point of view, it has become a deadly vengeance.

  The worst thing is that once the alliance air fleet fires, it doesn't matter if Kane and a few alliance thieves heroes die, at least the capital of the Horde will finish the ball.

   Even if they didn't fire, the tribe's last face was torn off with the arrival of the Alliance fleet.

  If the tauren left before, it can still be considered as the internal affairs of the tribe, and you can pretend to be the great chief and let people go. Then, under the pressure of the Alliance, it is equivalent to the Horde, a seemingly huge giant, falling into the mud pit, and then stepping on its head and rubbing it from side to side, leaving the whole face covered with shameful dirt.

  Thrall trembled with anger: "Garrosh! How dare you do this!?"

   Garrosh didn't respond directly, instead he held his battle axe high and pointed to the sky: "Look! This **** has already colluded with the alliance! Is it wrong for me to kill this traitor?"

   As soon as he said that, he immediately received the approval of almost all the orc chiefs.

"Yeah yeah!"

   "I think Kane has long since colluded with the Alliance to destroy our tribe."

   "Traitor! Kill him!"

   "Hang him! Dry his body in the sun!"

   In the chiefs hall, the orc chieftains with the largest number of people roared together, and the orcs all had red eyes.

   Only those foreign chiefs and leaders remained silent.

   And Varok, armed with a battle axe, led a group of Warchief's personal guards to stand between Cairne and Garrosh.

   "I..." Kane didn't know how to explain.

   What's more embarrassing is Thrall!

Garrosh represents the Warsong clan, and the chiefs of the other clans represent the will of most orcs, not to mention foreign clans, among the orcs only Varok Saurfang, who represents the Blackrock clan, is on his side, which in itself represents his failure.

   A burst of sadness flooded Thrall's heart.

   He worked hard to save so many orcs from the collapsed world. At the most critical time, they could not see the general trend, but chose the most primitive orc instincts to attack the so-called traitors and hostile to all existences that oppose their opinions.

   Even his compatriots are against him, so he established a new tribe and introduced races such as trolls, tauren, blood elves, Forsaken, goblins, etc., was it wrong?

Do not!

   Thrall was convinced that he was right.

  Without these races that are good at long-range attacks, magic, or mechanical talents to complement the various shortcomings of the orcs, the orcs would not be able to compete with the alliance of multiple races.

His previous great chiefs have used the blood and lives of millions of orcs to prove that it is not feasible to rely on orcs alone. Why are these orcs rescued from Nagrand still so ignorant and incompetent Remedy.

  …

   A shrill siren reverberated throughout New Orgrimmar. Hundreds of thousands of orcs were alarmed. They hurriedly ran out of their brick-and-timber house and pointed to the sky.

   The most panicked were the orc defenders.

   Hundreds of flying dragons scrambled into the air, and before they could climb to a sufficient height, they were frightened by the pitch-black Black Dragon Legion swooping down from the clouds.

   If the new Orgrimmar used other bird mounts, it would be better, but within the dragon family, there is a saying [bloodline suppression].

The two-legged flying dragons with low-purity bloodlines did not dare to face their ancestors five-colored giant dragons at all. They were completely out of the control of the rider and flew everywhere. There were even a few two-legged flying dragons that collided in a panic and attacked each other. .

   Above the city, on the arrow towers, the defenders found themselves extremely embarrassed.

   They are not without weapons of war such as artillery or ballista, but these things were never intended to be used for air-to-air from the beginning of their design, and they could not even achieve an elevation angle of more than 60 degrees.

  The only reliable thing in the entire tribal capital is the two wizard towers belonging to the blood elves and the forgotten ones.

   But the magic shield swaying on the mage tower like water waves, in front of over a hundred flying battleships and the Black Dragon Legion, seems so thin.

   Maiev's voice broke the deadlock: "Great Chief, it's war or peace, it's all up to you. If Your Excellency Bloodhoof and us leave safely, then the three-year non-aggression pact will still be in effect."

   This is an uncompromising alliance under the city.

   Thrall knew very well that even with the strength of the entire Horde, he would probably not be able to keep Kane behind. It is not certain that half of the Alliance Heroes would be on standby in the flying battleships above.

  McDonald's man, either don't do it, if he wants to do it, he prepares N sets of backhands. You never know how many cards he has left to play.

   If he doesn't do it, his reputation as a warchief will be lost.

  The most outrageous thing is that Mang is Garrush Mang, and in the end, he is still the chieftain.

   This situation really made Thrall vomit blood: "Garrosh, you..."

   "I'm all here for the Horde—" No one noticed, a glint of cold sin flashed in the seemingly reckless Garulsh eyes!

   His roar immediately got the echo of a large number of orc chiefs.

"right!"

   "Saurfang, get out of the way."

   "Let's slaughter the traitor Kane and these Alliance pigs!"

   The violence of the orcs was fully displayed at this moment. The chiefs **** the guys and pressed towards Varok and his guards in a fan shape. Varok not only wants to stop the orc chiefs, he also wants to prevent the heroes of the alliance from violently killing people.

   He was too hard.

   (end of this chapter)