Chapter 913: An arrow in the knee

Looking back suddenly, unknowingly, a lot of people who should have died early were all protected by Duke. .Fastest update
Without Duke, Turalyon should have counterattacked Draenor behind the second Dark Portal and disappeared with the Big Bang. Eight out of ten nine is hung up.
If Kalia is not hidden, Kalia, who has lost hope in life, will choose to live in seclusion after the destruction of Lordaeron. A scattered Lordaeron will fight for each other, compose a step by step sad and touching death song:
The crazy Scarlet Crusade will be born.
Saidan Dasuohan will be captured by the Dreadlord, and will harm the Quartet.
Abidis will die tragically in Hearth Valley.
And Alexandros Mograine is even more tragic, he will be killed by his son Renault. Bewildered by the dreaded demon king posing as Saidan Dasuohan, Renault deceived his father, trapped the old Moglieni into the trap of the Scourge, and finally tried his best. Renault picked up the Ashbringer and slaughtered his biological father.
Although the fall of Renault also has the scourge laid by the old Moglieni, from time to time, the uncle always belongs to the deepest and deepest sadness.
There is also the Queen Queen around her. At this point in history, she is already a death banshee, bound by Arthas like a dog, instead of still having bright skin and a hearty expression with pride. , Jumping around beside me.
Thinking of failing to die this time, Duke took a long breath, and secretly made you yell, Archimonde, you must die!
The pressure of Duke inadvertently showing up was seen by both queens at the same time.
Jaina's eyes turned and she was thinking of something, but she caught a glimpse of the fireworks on her breastplate.
Correct! It was a small white firework for a funeral.
She didn't deliberately stay there to remind herself of the enmity of her father and brother.
He pressed his lips hard, and when Sylvanas kept up with Duke, Jaina was a half-step slower after all.
but……
She doesn't regret it.
At this moment, Mount Hyjal has become a huge pre-war site.
At the foot of the mountain, the on-looking elves watched painfully as the rude orc hard laborer felled a hundred-year-old giant tree, used the thick tree body as the pillars of huge blockhouses, sharpened slightly small branches, and inserted On the ground, face down the mountain as antlers.
The orc-like arrow towers stood up, taller and more slender trolls cleverly climbed up. They shoved a large piece of iron from the goblin to the outside of the arrow tower as a shield to cover themselves, and then arranged a human-provided shotgun to a good position. The gun head made of stainless steel shone brightly in the dusk.
At the mountain pass, the vast grounds of the two wings were surrounded by wooden stakes and thick ropes, and signs made in various languages ​​were inserted there, and even scribbled goblin images were drawn.
Grom held his love axe [Blood Roar] and muttered, "Saar, I don't believe the little dwarves at all. Although their skin is also green, let's see, from noon, the group Idiots have blown up a dozen of them. "
Thrall patted the shoulder of the surviving predecessor: "Grom. First, the orcs were not dead, nor were the trolls and tauren. Second, they were not afraid of death themselves. Do we want Worry for them ... "
Before Sal had finished, there was a loud bang.
At least half a dozen goblins were blown up into the sky, then decomposed into green and red parts, and evenly scattered on a 100-meter-long land.
Then the goblins in the vicinity raised their mouths, watching their companions succeed as if they were watching fireworks, and even whistled individually.
Without the blaming of the orc, a goblin sitting on a three-person-thick, thick-skinned metal robot, straightly holding up a metal speaker and yelling, his sharp and unpleasant voice can be heard within a radius of hundreds of meters.
"Frank! I said that! Don't let that group of idiots run to the place where the mines were buried before! And I repeat again, don't eat cigars during mines !!"
The goblins below looked at their boss with a funny expression in doubt.
That goblin was soaring: "Junk! Who else dare not listen to me! All half of the salary!"
This time, all the goblins below were suddenly whipped like a whip, and they all obeyed like enemies.
Over there, Grom patted his head, and the expression was telling Thrall to see!
Thrall couldn't help but grind his teeth, but he turned sharply: "But ... if there is a future in this world, I will consider pulling the goblins into the tribe."
"Ah !?" Even a bold man like Grom couldn't help whispering.
Thrall took out two axes from the box beside him.
A stone axe that is extremely rough, tied with sharp stones and thick branches.
One is a cold axe that emits cold light on the blade of the axe, and it is a steel axe that is known to be a killer at a glance.
"One is what we can do now, and the other is what humans just gave us. What I want to say, you understand."
Grom was silent.
He knows the orcs' backwardness in the fields of forging and metallurgy. In the ten years that Tirisfal Glad lived, an axe forged by a black iron dwarf, even if it had collapsed, I still knew it was the treasure in the eyes of the orc soldier.
The most exaggerated is that an axe has replaced a total of fifteen masters, and none have been eliminated.
why?
Compared to the stone axe and hammer that are broken by humans, of course, the dwarf products are more reliable.
After all, isn't this a backward technology? Backward civilization?
You will be beaten if you are behind. This is inevitable!
Woking stepped forward and dismissed Grom's last luxury hope in one sentence: "It took 8,000 years for the trolls to prove what a sad ending it would be to use flesh and blood against higher civilizations. You raged 14 years ago The land of Lordaeron, the capital of the human kingdoms you destroyed, was once the territory of the Amani Troll Empire. "
Grom stopped raising objections.
Thrall set the tone for this: "Those things, I'll talk about them later. Now the Burning Legion is our real enemy. We are not fighting for the Alliance at this moment, but for the survival of the Horde. Now that Duke Ma Kuth treats us with sincerity, and we will definitely return the warrior gift. "
"Understand!" The top tribal executives answered in unison.
However, looking at the noisy goblins, Thrall thoughtfully.
Late at night, the tribes at the foot of the mountain and the alliance on the mountainside were still preparing for the night under the lights.
Duke suddenly received an urgent call from Sylvanas.
"The second sister is in a hurry! Come on!" Lilith noticed Duke nervously.
Who knows, as soon as he entered Queen Hitch's tent, Duke hit an arrow on his knee.