The Alliance declares war on the Horde!

The first "blockbuster" brought by King Sarufar has not yet dissipated, and before the tribal leaders on the field can react and roar, King Sarufar's voice sounded in everyone's ears again:

"In addition, the messenger sent by Queen Sylvanas of Undercity, the Death Knight Asker Fallen, has arrived in Orgrimmar and brought a notice. Ten thousand Forgotten Pioneers have taken the way south four days ago and entered the Hillsbrad Hills, while the rest of the troops are gathering and can set off soon."

After hesitating for a moment, King Sarufal carefully brewed his words before his face turned red and continued, "The messenger of the Undercity also brought the original words of Queen Sylvanas..."

"Your courage and courage in the tribe really make me 'appreciate'."

After a dull sentence, there was no following.

Although King Sarufar's retelling was definitely not vivid, and even seemed a little stiff and ashamed of being embarrassed and angry, everyone still clearly felt the unconcealed irony of the Banshee King from the few words that were calm and silent: sharp, mean, and no room for nothing.

For a moment, this simple sarcasm made all the leaders present blush. Of course, this naturally does not include the terrifying Magasa totem that also sneered repeatedly.

Even though it was separated by the vast endless sea, a vivid image still seemed to appear in front of the big guys: Sylvanas Wind Walker raised his chin high, his delicate but cold face was full of mocking expressions, as well as the sneer full of mouth and the faint contempt in his eyes...

Speaking of which, this is in line with the cold, gloomy, proud and lofty nature of Her Majesty.

No matter how secrets are hidden, they can only be the burning hearts of countless gossip fires...

Several years have passed. The ambiguous emotional entanglement between Governor Goode and Her Majesty the Undercity Queen is no longer a silly rumor and speculation. It is a consensus that almost the entire Azeroth has been tacitly aware of.

And now. Although everyone knows that Her Majesty the Queen is provoking, and although everyone knows that Sylvanas is furious because of Goode's disappearance, this ridicule and the forgotten action have indeed hit the weak point of Thrall and others...

"You are not as good as a woman."

This is the subtext of Sylvanas* Wind Walker.

Looking around the faces of the big guys around him, either in a shady and indignant manner, Thrall sighed silently in his heart.

Everyone's intentions cannot be violated, especially when it comes to the two forbidden zones: the face of a man and the honor of the tribe.

Even if Thrall was half sure that he could rely on his prestige to persuade all races to temporarily endure negotiations with the alliance, so as to figure out the mastermind behind the two sides of the Alliance tribe this time, because of these two consecutive news and Sylvanas's light sarcasm, war is inevitable...

Sliding away the annoyance and dissatisfaction in his mind. At this moment, Thrall, who has always advocated temporarily stopping his sword and resting for years, finally showed the ruthlessness, decisiveness, tenacity and toughness that the tribal chief should have!

Don’t just be tough, it doesn’t mean you should be humble and show weakness everywhere!

Since the alliance wants to fight, it's as he wishes!

Thrall, who was thinking quickly again, was no longer a question of whether to fight or not, but how to fight.

Either don't fight or just a thunder strike!

If the entire Azeroth does not realize the tribe's current powerful strength, he will not be shocked by those jumping clowns who only know some tricks.

Where to open a battlefield is effective, is it a whole army to advance or encircle on both sides, which marching route is the most appropriate, and how many troops to dispatch will not bring too much logistical pressure and be sufficient to achieve strategic goals...

But in a moment, more than a dozen general plans and related subsequent coordination have been vaguely formed in Thrall's mind. Although this ability to plan is just a clue, it is no less than the epic generals of Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, Anduin Lothar, and Garod's Shadow Song. It is definitely the talent that Old Tang is not as good as the current talent!

"Everyone!"

The young tribe lord looked around quietly at the heroes surrounding him, and said slowly in an unquestionable tone:

"I hope your blades are still sharp."

"The war has begun!"

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“Hu~~~Hu~~”

The bitter cold wind swept across the vast ice field with snowflakes and ice chips. Looking around, there was no trace of anger in the vast white world.

In such a weather with blizzards and howling cold winds, even those native and cold-hard creatures would not be willing to leave their nests on such days and feel uncomfortable going out in the wind and snow.

Dragon bone wilderness.

Even in Northrend, who is full of murderous intent, this place is definitely one of the most dangerous areas in the eyes of the world.

The unbearable cold, the raging wind and snow, the brutal beasts and aboriginal people, and the tide-like spider demons in the underground world... all of this is enough to make people discourage.

However, a certain tauren who was the fuse of the war between the Alliance tribes had been hanging out in this stormy ghost place for a whole week.

......

The bearskin cloak tightly wrapped around her body was tightly wrapped. Old Tang, who was standing at the top of a small ice mound, leaning against one wall of the cave, looking around in a distance with a headache. But it turned out that Old Tang really did not have the talent to be a hunter.

The ice and snow wrapped in the cold wind made the whole ice field look like a white area. Not to mention observing the general terrain to determine the location, in just a short while, Lao Tang's eyes felt a tingling and sore feeling.

"It hurts!"

Rubbing his eyes that were blew out of tears by the cold wind, the depressed old Tang cursed in a low voice in anger, pulled open the partition made of mammoth skin and turned around and walked into the cave behind him.

With Lao Tang's actions, a cold wind blew into the still warm cave while taking advantage of the gap, causing the temperature in the cave to drop. The originally burning bonfire was blown to make a crackling sound and swaying. It seemed that it would go out at any time.

He pulled two pieces of dry mammoth feces and threw them into the fire. (In the deserted ice field, the excrement of these large creatures is the most common and most resistant to burning combustible substances after the burning of grass stems and wood residues in the excrement, under the brightening of the fire, Old Tang, who was sitting on the wall, frowned and pointed his eyes at the petite figure curled in the corner on the other side of the fire.

Jaina Promoore!

Another missing party in the Okaz Island incident.

But this strong woman, great magician, and heroic master who Azeroth can count, has no past grace and style.

Although her enchanting figure was tightly wrapped in two thick layers of animal skin cloaks, it still looked convex and convulsive, but her delicate body that shook and twitched from time to time seemed to be in a nightmare; her charming and white face seemed a little dirty at this moment, and her long golden hair was also dispersed in a messy and bright manner as it was no longer as soft as before; her closed eyes, frown brows, and painful expressions flashing on her face from time to time, and the moans and painful hums that were stumbled into Lao Tang's ears meant that this blond girl who was in a coma was obviously not feeling well at this moment...

In fact, the situation of this hostess Theramore is indeed not optimistic now.

Old Tang ate the ice and snow and cold wind for a week in the Dragon Bone Wilderness, and Jaina was also unconscious for seven days and seven nights...

If it weren't for Old Tang's three-time infusion of holy light, and Jaina's heroic physique, this strong woman might have already lost her beauty.

To trace the source of this series of "hardships", we must start from the final retaliatory spell counterattack of the land before the Black Dragon brother and sister on Okaz Island evacuated.

A second before countless huge rocks were about to bury Lao Tang and the others, Jaina's life-saving teleportation spell, who was hiding behind Lao Tang, finally chanted the last syllable suddenly. If the matter ended like this, the Okaz Island incident should have been a happy ending without any danger.

Unfortunately, countless accidents are enough to prove that Lao Tang is definitely on the blacklist of the Goddess of Luck and the Goddess of Doom...

Just as the portal was about to take shape, a stone that came out of nowhere happened to hit Jaina's head...

The stone is only the size of a baby's fist. Even if the mage's physique is generally poor, this damage is just a cloud for a big magician. But it is such a small stone that is so dying that it makes Jaina's chant slightly deviate at the last moment...

As we all know, casting is a fine job.

And magic involving space and time cannot tolerate any mistakes.

Otherwise, the results may be very different.

Teleporting to an unknown plane or a twisted void is still light, and it is not impossible to die on the spot in a different place. After all, not everyone has the "nature-defying" luck of the little dwarf Millhouse.

The week-long ordeal of Lao Tang and Jaina, the outbreak of a war between the tribe and the alliance, was destroyed by the mistake of "a stone".

A syllable error, the other end of the portal changed from the rumbling Theramore to the deserted dragon bone wilderness...

What is wrong with the teleportation spell?

Just based on Lao Tang's guess when he was having nothing to do in the past few days, the last syllable is probably a certain link in the transmission point mark data. Just like the DPS positioning system in his previous life entered the wrong latitude and longitude coordinates, and the result was naturally completely different.

Logically speaking, Lao Tang, who was not involved in an unknown space rift, should be content, but he never expected that just a teleportation spell error would make the surging magic in Ji'na's body riot and disorderly, directly leading to the coma of the Ramamo.

Magic is messy.

This is the only word that can be associated with in the poor arcane cognition in Lao Tang's mind.

This is not a skin injury that can be solved by tying a bandage. Even Lao Tang still works as a part-time job as a half-baked day walker, and it cannot be cured...

In a chaotic area, a crisis-ridden situation, unarmed, even a magic backpack filled with various materials disappeared. Now, coupled with a special identity but unconscious burden... I angrily scooped out a bowl of thick soup from the big pot of gurgling and drank it dry. Old Tang, who was miserably cheated, suddenly had an idea in his mind:

"Kaizi, Ronin, Jaina..."

"Does the mages from Dalaran have hidden attributes that can deceive their teammates?" (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!

ps: Let's resume and update slowly~~~ Although I don't know if there are still people watching it, although moral integrity and other things have long been overwhelming, at least you can't be an insane man~~

These chapters are considered to adjust the state and connect the plot. The next one is the drama of the 1960s that has changed a lot~~~
Chapter completed!