Chapter 942 Run away

   At the beginning of the game, Zangarmarsh was definitely the core area, and even McDonald's was sitting there.

The    Outland expedition has hit the present day, and the overall situation cannot be said to be settled, at least the situation is clear.

   After 80% of the hostile forces in Outland were swept away by the alliance with thunder, the real one to deal with was Illidan who was entrenched in the Dark Temple.

After the    Alliance's partial division crusade against Astalo* Blood Oath, the troops have been recovered long ago. The Blade's Edge Mountains and Void Storm in the north of Outland are in a vacuum of military power. Except for the necessary alliance sentries to stay behind, there are only relatively neutral forces such as the Void Consortium that are entrenched in these two areas.

  The biggest question in Zangarmarsh is whether the tribes to the west will turn their backs on the Alliance.

  Most of the combat staff did not think that the Horde would dare to do so - it would be of no interest for the Horde to sneak attack or declare war on the Alliance before taking back Nagrand's compatriots. You can pull each other's backs, play yin, and never dare to do things in public.

   So Zangarmarsh is commanding this position, and it is not necessarily very important to say it is important.

   Take a step back, even if Zangarmarsh falls, and the railway from Hellfire Peninsula to Terokkar Forest has been repaired, it may not be the end of the world. What's more, in the west of Hellfire Peninsula, there is the rebuilt Hellfire Fortress line of defense.

   But defending the central and eastern Zangarmarsh still plays a very important role.

   This place can be attacked and defended. One side threatens the tribe's flank, and the other side can send troops to all sides to deal with various situations. And he had to deal with Fandral Deerhelm, the most stinky and xenophobic of the night elves, and he really couldn't hold back this great druid if he didn't have any good manners.

  The identity of Jarod* Shadowsong is very good. He was born in the night elves, and was the commander-in-chief of the Battle of the Ancients, and he was older than Fandral. He is a great man recognized by both the White Deer Demigod Malorne and Cenarius, and the entire Druid faction must be respectful before him.

   On the other hand, he has such a special status, but he abandoned the belief in the goddess of the moon, and transferred the title reasonably and legally to become a direct vassal of McDonald's.

   Even better: Garrod was named an earl, which was a reward for his loyalty for thousands of years, and the fief was near the Gurubashi Arena north of Booty Bay. In recent years, McDonald's has accepted a lot of foreign vassals as vassals, but he has not aroused the dissatisfaction of the old vassals, because what he seals out is either a newly acquired site next door, or an enclave at all.

  Without touching the traditional territory of Lordaeron, there is no place for old ministers to complain.

  The enclave of Booty Bay was directly led by McDonald's most of the time, and it was no problem to be a fleet station here. It is quite troublesome to manage the rugged mountains further north. The distance from the mainland is too far and the terrain is complex, which also requires high abilities for the lord, so Garrod is very suitable.

  McDonald's went with the flow.

  The time came to early June, and the passage from west to east in Shadowmoon Valley was basically opened.

  After the alliance spent tens of thousands of expensive elemental shells, the north and south allied forces successfully joined forces at the entrance of the Dark Temple.

   Meanwhile, Nagrand.

   "Boom!"

  The huge magical energy mecha burst into bright flashes, and a large amount of fel energy was ejected. After a few twitches, it finally stopped moving completely.

   "Huchihuchi" Brother Niu Kane, who was gasping for breath, couldn't help his inner excitement, and one raised the totem pole high: "Oh oh oh-"

   "Lor'Tar!" The orcs cheered.

  It was not easy. Under the siege and interception of the tribe's all-star lineup, he finally blew up this huge demonic mechanical creation that had ravaged the land of Nagrand for many months.

   "This is... the last one?" Thrall was also panting heavily, sweat beads the size of thumb nails dripping from the ends of his hair.

   "If the Alliance hadn't brought in a new Fel Mecha, yes, that's right." Vol'jin replied sullenly.

Although the    tribe has a lot of foolishness, few of the bosses are brainless.

  What kind of landmines, and Queen Kelly who is making troubles everywhere is hard to say, there is a high probability that the magic mecha was deliberately brought over by the alliance. Witnesses later said that when the three magic mechas first entered the Nagrand area, they were chasing a black dragon.

   Thrall said it was absolutely false that he didn't hold back. He patted Vol'jin on the shoulder: "With the hatred between the Alliance and us, this is a gentleman."

  Look around for tired but excited tribal warriors.

   The price paid by the tribe this time is definitely a lot, the elites from Azeroth, nearly 100,000 casualties. Nearly 90,000 warriors are permanently disabled, which is even worse for the tribe.

   If you ask Thrall, is it worth it?

   Thrall's answer: "Definitely worth it"!

  A total of 1.2 million orcs joined the tribe, which gave the tribe the confidence to challenge the alliance once again.

   Even if this is the dead seed after being attacked by the evil orcs, after various clans fought civil wars, and repeatedly tossed, even if most of them are women and children, this is still a huge supplement to the tribe.

   The chief who refused to obey Thrall's notice was simply eliminated as a traitor who was an orc.

   For the first time, Thrall directly mastered the population and force of millions.

   "Warchief, what's next?" Varok Saurfang asked.

   "Migrate 800,000 people first. The rest continue to hunt for the tribe."

"clear."

  Saar dare not say that he can make all his compatriots live a happy life, at least to ensure that they are down-to-earth.

   This is not a joke.

Only those who have been to the borders of Outland in person will know what a terrifying hidden danger lies in the seemingly sunny, green grass, and wild beasts of Nagrand. The big explosion left Draenor without a foundation. Outland today is a huge crust floating in the void. Every day, the border of Nagrand collapses from dozens to tens of meters.

  A large amount of fertile soil is like sand blown away by the wind. In this way, it dissipates into the void together with all the existences above. People follow it out, which is the standard place of death without burial.

  No orcs know how long Nagrand can last. Before Thrall came, they could live a day, and if the prey was short, they would fight within each other, and if they killed their own people, they could dominate the hunting ground.

   Now no matter what, at least there is a way to live.

  The Kalimdor continent on the other side of the portal is quite barren and needs food supplies. This is why the Salliu continue to hunt in Nagrand.

   "I heard that the Alliance is attacking the Dark Temple." Vol'jin whispered to Thrall.

   "What does that have to do with the Horde?" Thrall sighed.

   Not only was the mountain road leading to Terokkar blocked, but there were also a large number of black dragons patrolling the sky. Zangarmarsh is similar.

  It should be earlier if you want to stab the knife, if you do it now, it will be too late!

   (end of this chapter)