War Messenger
Unlike Admiral Delinprodmore's Seventh Fleet, which took advantage of the reverse crosswind, was slowly heading towards the Lordaeron Continent in the northeast. It was chased by the Seventh Fleet and finally risked his life to rush out of the vortex, the fleet of the Orc Tribe who dared not stop for a moment!
They were afraid that the enemy would chase them, so they were still galloping to the southeastern waters. With the shamans guiding the strong winds and ocean currents, they took only a few days to reach a western coast of the North Stranglethorn Valley.
At this time, they were almost exhausted when they landed on the coast...
Finally, after experiencing a storm, a chase war and a desperate rush at sea, the soldiers of all tribes of the tribe finally had time to rest for a while and start counting the losses. On the shore, the warriors of their orc tribe would no longer worry about the ducks of the Seventh Fleet coming ashore to find trouble for these landlaughters!
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At this time, under a simple animal-skin tent next to the coast, Thrall, the chief of the tribe who had overcast spells in the storm area for several consecutive days, almost never stopped guiding the strong wind, was finally able to take a good rest.
At this moment, he sat dejectedly on a stone as big as a head in the tent, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, and looked at the busy orcs, trolls, taurens and pig-headed men in the distance. Then he turned around and stared at the seashell soup in the bowl and a large bowl of beast meat placed next to him. Although they were all delicious, he was not in the mood to eat them.
This time, their orc tribe suffered heavy losses...
When they set out, the large fleet that originally planned to go to the Lordaeron continent to grab territory, suffered extremely heavy losses under the storm created by their own people and the bombing of the Seventh Fleet. The ships that could successfully escape were less than one-third of the ones that they had set out from Orgrimmar's Fist Blade Bay!
In that storm chase, because the ships of their tribe were not as good as those of the enemy, their trenchers and crossbows, as well as ridiculous throwing guns, etc., were completely powerless in that weather, and they were not even opponents of the large naval battleship guns of Kurtiras Navy... So, they could only struggle and wail under the cruel attacks of the giant ships and cannons that were squirting flames and hot shells.
According to Thrall's own estimate, he even more blamed himself: those who were sunk or injured by the enemy may not be one-third of the total number of the fleet? And those more casualties were directly buried in the terrifying storm they launched themselves... They were all sunk by those crazy huge waves or simply dragged directly into the abyss of death by the terrifying vortex...
Now, there are only more than twenty ships of all sizes and large to reach the North Stranglet Valley... Even the crew members are counted, only more than five thousand warriors... and the more than twenty thousand people who followed them all died under the ruthless sea of ​​enemy artillery fire!
Whenever Sol thinks of such heavy casualties, he can't help but feel sad... Think about it, when the Battle of Haigar, their tribes had never paid such heavy casualties before and after the battle, right?
So, Thrall knew that it was actually all his responsibility as the chief... He insisted on believing that human being, believing Jaina's words...so... But now that things have come to this point, it is useless to think about it anymore, and the warriors can't survive...
What can their tribe do now besides swallowing this bitter fruit with pain?
The hostile relationship between humans and orcs has actually not been a day or two. Even in the northern part of Durotal, in Ashes Valley or Azshara, have those night elves always had friction with their orcs and often had small-scale battles?
Thinking about it, the battle between their orc tribe and human alliance has never stopped since they came to this Azeroth world... Those false peaces were just like a piece of ragged linen, tearing them away. Under the false smile, what you can see is destined to be the sharp swords and guns that flashed with cold light hidden on both sides.
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The so-called peace... There has never been any peace between them orcs and humans or night elves from beginning to end... It was just a wishful thinking that Thrall took for granted... In the eyes of those humans or night elves, they orcs may always be invaders, that's all!
"You are here, Sarufar..."
"Did you understand it? Here we are now logged in, this place... where is it in Stranglethorn Valley?"
Finally, after the counting of the supplies, personnel and King Sarufar who arranged the construction of the camp finally returned, Sarufar quickly looked up and asked.
Their tribe has just landed here. When they are not familiar with the place, they do not dare to run around casually. They just set up a temporary camp in a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack on this coast, intending to use it as a defense and exploration of the surrounding forward base.
"Chief, why didn't you eat at all?"
Sarufar did not rush to answer Saar's words, but frowned and looked in surprise at the big bowl of beast meat placed in front of Saar and the bowl in the other party's hand that was still full of seafood soup.
"Eat some first... I'll talk to you carefully after eating! Don't worry, it's definitely not bad news!"
After Sarufar sat directly opposite Saru, he stretched out his hand and pulled away a piece of meat from the large wooden bowl like a basin and took a bite by himself. Then he unreasonably stuffed it into Saru's hand and signaled that the other party to eat something first. If he didn't eat it, he wouldn't say anything.
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However, Saar was still not in the mood to eat it, but put it in a large wooden bowl, then drank the soup in his other hand in one sip, and soon looked at Sarufar, his friend and consultant again, waiting for the information he found.
"Oh! Then let me talk... Chief, you can take a look at this map first!"
Seeing the other party's appearance, Sarufar no longer forced himself, but spread out a pair of animal skins and spread them flat on the relatively flat ground.
Obviously, this is just a simple map drawn temporarily, and it seems that it is not the orcs' work, because those lines are too fine and do not look like the orcs' abstract style.
"Look, this is the information we just met with, and then bought from the other party with gold! This is the topographic map of the Stranglethorn Valley drawn by the goblin leader for us. Although the detailed place does not guarantee its accuracy, other rough locations should be relatively reliable."
"Look at this place, it's the big island Yuyamba that we encountered before we landed!"
There are too many goblins in the Stranglethorn Valley! In the Stranglethorn Valley, the most of them are goblins, except for the massive trolls scattered throughout the Stranglethorn Valley and scattered among countless tribes.
Therefore, it is not too strange that Sarufar and his friends went out to explore the way, and it is easy to encounter a group of goblins.
"The coast we are now called Savage Bay, and we are now in this location..."
Guided Thrall's sight, Sarufal spent places on the map because this was what the goblins said while drawing, and many of the words were not common words on the continent of Azeroth. If he didn't explain, I'm afraid the chief Thrall would not understand.
"To the north of us is the territory of a group of Zukunda trolls. They live in the huge ruins of that ancient city, with a population of more than 10,000 or 20,000 people. So, it is best for us not to mess with them at the moment..."
"In the northwest, like us now, the tribes called Zudanya Trolls live on the coast, and they also live in the ruins of a town of their ancestors. If we walk along the coast, we will be about three to five days away, and they will also build some small boats. They are actually the ones who have been following our fleet in the sea before! However, their number is relatively small. According to the goblins, their number is only about three to five thousand. Should they dare not come south to cause trouble for us?"
"If you go east, it will be the territory of the Balal Trolls, Kale Trolls and Gashi Trolls..."
"Anyway, we are surrounded by trolls or other wildlife now! If we want to go out, we must at least conquer the Balar trolls or Gash trolls in the east, because they blocked our twilight forests north of the Storm Kingdom or took a boat along the Alvin River to the west wilderness and Storm City north!"
"As for the south of Stranglethorn Valley, it's even more chaotic! Countless ogres, goblins or trolls have their own spheres of influence. I think they won't welcome us very much..."
Soon, King Sarufar introduced the approximate information on the map and the distribution of power to Thrall, so that the chief could have a more intuitive understanding of the situation and not make any wrong judgments.
"Wait! Sarufar...you just said that along this Alvin River, you can go directly north to Stormwind City?"
Thrall pointed to the thick line that marked the river, and suddenly had a bold idea in his mind!
Because as far as he knows, the main force of Stormwind City must be still in the Lordaeron Continent and the outer realm. If thousands of orc warriors can take a boat north, they will definitely teach humans a severe lesson and avenge them, right?
In short, Thrall felt that their 20,000 orc warriors must not die in vain!
If it was on the sea, the navy of their tribe now was not the opponent of those alliance warships... But if it came to the shore, the warriors of the five thousand tribes would be enough to compete with double the number of humans! What's more, there are a large number of shamans and warlocks in their fleet now, which is something that human mages cannot resist. Even if the other party defends the city, their shaman's earth spell can destroy their city walls!
"Chief, your idea is good! But... I'm afraid it won't work..."
"You see, except from the road east of us, from this big road here, to the twilight forest and to try to attack the Elvin Forest, we really have no other way to reach Stormwind City directly from the water! Because... this reef sea will sink all the twenty remaining ships to the bottom of the sea..."
"If you have to take a boat north, you can only go east and go to the venture capital company camp next to Lake Nafrigen, and hire the goblins to carry us north! But... Unfortunately, Chief, we don't have that much money now! Even now, we can only rely on a large number of rations to kill crocodiles on the surrounding beaches and velociraptors in the woodlands."
After drawing a large circle in a place on the map, Sarufal had to sigh.
The map they bought from the goblins for a lot of money should be reliable in reality, so he had already dispelled the crazy idea of ​​raiding Stormwind City that he had thought of.
The damn Stormwind Alliance set a trap for them, gave them fake intelligence and lured them to be ambushed by the enemy, and even ruined so many warriors from the tribes. Sarufar must have wanted to avenge this revenge, and of course he wanted to go to Stormwind for a walk!
But... the reality is very cruel. Now in this situation in their tribe, if they don't clean up the trolls blocking the road around them, they may not even be able to get out of the Savage Coast. At that time, they may be trapped here to death.
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"Let the warlocks hold a ceremony to build a portal... We need to teleport back the seriously injured, and then, if possible, let more warriors come to this land..."
"Sarufal, since those humans from the Stormwind Alliance have failed to get our things from the Lordaeron Continent, then we will get them now!"
"This place will soon become the site of our tribe on the Eastern Kingdoms continent!"
Standing up and walking to the map of the animal skins that were spread on the ground by Sarufal. Saru pondered again, looked carefully for a while, then squatted down and punched hard on the position of the twilight forest!
"Chief! Did you really decide?"
Seeing the position of Sar's fist, Saruphal looked at it and nodded in agreement after thinking about it. A fierce and cruel red light began to emit in his eyes.
"Yes……"
"Since the Stormwind Alliance is unwilling to share peace with us, then we will give them war!"
Looking at the golden beach outside the tent and the vast blue sea in the distance, Thrall involuntarily remembered the miserable scene where the large fleet of their tribe wailed in the storm and enemy guns a few days ago... So, he would never allow such a terrible thing to happen again, never!
"Sarufair, you will go back with the wounded later to explain the situation to the elders of the tribes, and then... you tell them that due to my mistakes, the tribe has been shamed and suffered huge losses... So, from today on, I, Sar, are no longer worthy of being their chief. Now, I am just the vanguard general of the Stranglethorn Tribe, and the messenger who brought war to the Stormwind City Alliance..."
"And, regardless of whether they agree or not, I may not return to Orgrimmar in the short term... So, if you can, you ask them to choose another wise chieftain... For example, the Taurus Chief Kane, I think that elder is pretty good. He is more familiar with Kalimdor than me, and has a bit of friendship with the night elves, maybe it will be more suitable than me?"
Thrall has now decided: since the humans of the Stormwind Alliance want to fight, then now, Thrall brings war to them as they wish! He wants the humans of the Stormwind Alliance to take a good look, and he wants them to know that the blood of the tribe warriors will never be in vain!
Blood debt must be repaid with blood!
"Chief! How are you..."
Hearing the other party's reckless decision to directly ask for the position of chief, Sarufar suddenly stood up. However, when he was about to say something, he was interrupted roughly by Saru's hand.
"Just decide like this! Sarufar...you have to go back, our orc tribe needs you!"
"Tomorrow, I will lead some orcs and troll warriors to set out east. I will first explore the details of the Baral Troll tribe and see if they have any possibility of joining us? After all, we need a large number of soldiers now. If they are all teleported from Kalimdor, the warlocks will definitely not be able to bear it! And we don't have that much soul energy to maintain that expensive warlock portal..."
At this moment, Thrall's determination to attack the Storm Kingdom would definitely not be shaken. This is his redemption for the tribe's heavy losses due to his wrong decisions. He must do that!
However, he would not have led the remaining 5,000 warriors to head north without hesitation. He needed a little time to slowly clean up the nearby troll tribes, and it would be best to let the other party join their tribe!
Anyway, there will always be a way to do it, whether it is to enslave it, annihilate it, or negotiate the incorporation.
Since the Dark Spear Trolls can join the big family of their tribe, Nathal has enough reason to believe that other trolls will do it too! If he encounters stubborn people, then he can only use some unfriendly means to force them...
And the Balar Troll tribe, which is said to be relatively weak, is his first target!
"I understand, Chief, I will go back!"
"But... I won't agree with your hasty decision to step down as Chief! No one can make no mistakes. Please believe me, Thrall, even Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, he has made many fatal mistakes! So, this is not the reason you want to shirk responsibility!"
"That's it. When you are not here, the elders of all tribes can discuss things together. We will definitely wait for you to send good news back!"
Finally, he looked at the silent tribe chief Thar. He knew that the other party was still blaming himself and was not advised to persuade him too much, so he turned around and walked directly outside the simple animal-skinned tent.
Chapter completed!