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"Some people may say that I am a tyrant."

"Some people may say that I am a demon.

"There may be people who complain that I don't speak of orc traditions."

"Whatever you think."

"What I want is your absolute obedience!"

"From now on, the Orc Tribal Alliance, me, the Great Chieftain, and the Black Hand Great Shaman, decide everything together. Council of Supreme Chiefs, indefinitely ceased to function. ”

"I don't want to explain too much. For those who can do things, follow me without explaining. For people who don't want to do things, no matter how you explain it, it's playing the piano to the cow. ”

"The tool I will use to communicate with you in the future is the butcher's knife."

"Obey my orders, I give a heavy reward, if you don't obey my orders, I raise the butcher's knife to you."

"Want to rebel? The Frost Wolf Clan is a lesson from the past. ”

"Everybody take a break, clean up here, and dispose of the bodies. This afternoon, I'm going to continue the siege! All the way! I'm going to see the bodies of Ryan, Rosa, and Morningstar before sunrise tomorrow! ”

"Storm Fortress, the royal city of humanity, I don't plan to stay alive. Besiege! Don't let any of them go! Burn, kill, rob! Lin Qing's tone was flat, but he was categorical.

"Roar!" The Black Hand raised the great axe high.

The orcs are raising their axe weapons!

Lin Qing's words were very simple and easy to understand, even the most stupid orcs understood it.

Those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me die!

Want democracy?

OK.

The corpses of Garona, Durotan, Medivan and others who were carried out were examples of rebels who wanted democracy.

It is possible to rebel, but what is the cost of defeat, is not explained.

Oliveru of the Blood Ring Clan, Feio of the Warsong Clan, and Bone Cheer of the Broken Hand Clan. Lee, as well as Jelina of the Moon Shadow Clan, all looked nervous.

That's human nature.

It's ridiculous to say.

Lin Qing communicated well with them, knew the benefits and disadvantages, and hoped that they could see the righteousness of the orc's life and death, support his work as a great chief, and ensure the smooth implementation of the decree.

But they don't want to.

As a result, after a coup d'état planned by Medivan and participated by Garona, Durotan, and Odorim, everyone figured it out.

A bloody slaughter, more powerful than any language.

Not only did they figure it out, but these orc tribes also had a great sense of admiration for Lin Qing.

He has power, and he has charisma.

Isn't there something wrong with him being able to rule over so many trolls, evil creatures, and leading orcs to strength, and the orcs not only thank him, but also overthrow him?

Therefore, the orcs were united and full of joy at this time.

Human nature is so abnormal.

When your strength is insufficient, humility can only be seen as weakness.

When your strength is strong enough and used roughly, your arrogance will only be seen as decisive and powerful.

There is no race, and they want their leaders to be weak.

Even in so-called democracies, people have mental inertia and want their leaders to be wise enough to decide everything.

Lin Qing, at this time, manipulated the orc army and launched the final general attack on Stormwind City.

There are only more than 30 trebuchets left.

But it's enough.

More than 30 trebuchets bombarded by the evening, and the Stormwind City had collapsed in dozens of places, and the largest gap was enough for the besiegers, stepping on the rubble, to rush directly onto the city wall.

In fact, that's what Lin Qing did.

When the moon rises at night, the bright moonlight fills the earth.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

Mingyue witnessed the most terrifying meat grinder battle between the tribe and the alliance.

Tens of thousands of trolls, heavily armed and wielding terrifying axes, broadswords, hammers, and even stones, rushed towards the smoky Storm Fortress.

On top of the badly damaged Storm Fortress, waves of arrows erupted from the shooting port that could still be fired, shooting at the trolls that were running wildly.

All I could hear was a pop, and the trolls who had been shot into hedgehogs fell to the ground in rows.

But that didn't stop the trolls from their ambitions.

The latecomer stepped on the corpse of his dead companion in front of him and continued to run forward.

On the storm fortress, the hidden firepower that lurked also opened fire.

Deployed on the city walls, the working trebuchet smashed waves of fiery stone rain into the crowd of trolls in a frenzy.

Once again, the trolls have suffered heavy losses.

A large number of trolls were hit by the fiery boulders and died on the spot.

The scorching smell of corpses on the battlefield.

Black corpses lay all over the road of the city wall.

The trolls stepped on the rubble, stormed the walls, and slaughtered.

But humanity has long been prepared.

Ryan, who had received the news of Medivan's defeat and was killed with Garona, had already ordered Storm Fortress to prepare for full combat.

The millions of people in the entire fortress were finally mobilized by the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The number of reservist spearmen recruited on a temporary basis alone amounted to 100,000.

All the weapons in the national arsenal of Storm Fortress have been distributed, and hundreds of thousands of peasants and citizens have been armed to prepare for a final decisive battle with the invading demonic beasts.

The posture of the whole people's jade shattering makes people shudder just by looking at it.

The trolls stormed the walls, but were driven down by the archers and spearmen who were on guard.

The combat power of the trolls is very terrifying, as long as they wave their hands, they can send dozens of peasant spearmen away, but the spearmen have already put life and death on the line, and one is dead, and another is coming, until the trolls are stabbed all covered in blood, and they fall to the ground, convulsive.

Stormstorm Fortress, turned into a veritable meat grinder.

Both sides have invested countless lives to join the fight.

This is the carnival of death, this is the slaughterhouse of the living, this is the feast of flesh and blood.

The trolls went one after the other, without any fear. They had already been controlled by Lin Qing's emotions and minds, and they had long since lost their fear. Only to move forward.

There is no way back for both sides, so the fight to the death is particularly tragic.

Lin Qing looked at Li Meilin beside him and said lightly: "Lao Tzu said that a person's life is also weak, and his death is also strong. These human peasants are the weakest and the strongest! “

Li Meilin nodded: "It's a pity, they are our enemies, either they die or we die." There is no second option! ”

Lin Qing's face was expressionless, and he waved his hand suddenly.

Blood Ring Clan, Warsong Clan, Broken Hand Clan, Moon Shadow Clan.

The four clans, led by their respective chiefs, rushed out of the battle formation and pounced on the meat grinder battlefield in front of the fortress.

This is Lin Qing's murder without seeing blood.

In order to further consolidate his power, Lin Qing must weaken these four great tribes with a long history!

These four tribes also know this, but what can they do?

Fate, driven them, rushed to the meat grinder battlefield!

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