The tauren race is not naturally capable of doing sneaky things.
If you think about it, you will know that if you use a cow's hoof as big as a thief, you can also steal a chicken and just go up with the hoof, and the target will fly away.
After Kane returned to Thunder Bluff, his discussions with his subordinates could not be called a conspiracy.
Have you ever heard of 'Conspiracy Loud' at 120 decibels in a non-soundproof tent on top of Thunder Bluff?
Probably, this is the secret meeting of the tauren.
It’s not that McDonald sent almost all the thieves and heroes in the alliance to watch, Brother Niu’s method of ‘rebellion’ is not bragging, it’s really like ‘the grass will grow three feet high on the grave next year’.
The wonderful thing is that the bosses of both the Alliance and the Horde know about it, and even know that the other party knows about it, but Kane, the person involved, is unaware of it.
This is very funny!
The thief's [Stealth] allows his body to be wrapped in special shadow energy. This method of sneaking in is perfectly integrated with nature. Unless a person with extremely high perception approaches to a very close distance, or has a strong light.
Effective flares, otherwise it will be difficult to detect the presence of thieves.
This means that thieves from the tribe may not be able to sneak into the alliance's military base, at least the alliance's large-scale troop mobilization cannot be hidden from the tribe.
The alliance is ready to fight, but for what reason?
Combined with Brother Niu's funny actions, Sal suddenly understood.
The tribe has nothing to give to the tauren, and even eats the tauren, uses the tauren, and uses the tauren as cannon fodder.
When the eldest brother is in this position, there is no one else.
The only trump card in Thrall's hand is called [War].
This card cannot be played casually.
The so-called trump card is one that can only be used in a desperate attack.
On the other side, in Stratholme City, the second fool looked at McDonald, who was sitting in the imperial city and wandering around all day: "Brother, are you so confident that Thrall will do what you want?"
McDonald took the hot milk tea handed over by Calpurnia and took a sip: "There are not many cards that the tribe can play. Unless Sal can have that magical token, then he really has to 'order the world, no one dares'
Disobey'."
"What token?"
"Well, it's made of uranium 235. When the two tokens are combined into one, they can produce terrifying power that can destroy the world." McDonald was just talking nonsense.
Azeroth is a place like this. There are no uranium mines at all. Instead, there is [Focusing Iris].
Of course, the second fool couldn't take the joke. He blinked his eyes and saw that McDonald was not willing to explain, so he let it go.
McDonald's this time, he didn't kill the tribe just because Thrall had the opportunity to be a backup dragon-slaying tool man...
In Thunder Bluff, after three days of 'plotting', Kane finally reached a consensus that those tauren who were tired of the war and did not want to get involved in the possible war between the Alliance and the Horde would temporarily immigrate to Northrend.
As the seed of the tauren clan, those who are unwilling to leave can stay in Thunder Bluff and accept the protection of the Alliance.
"Chief, what about you?" Hamuul Rune Totem was worried: "Do you really want to go to New Orgrimmar to face the war chief?"
Kane puffed up his chest: "There is a beginning and an end. The tauren joined the tribe with dignity, and they must leave with dignity."
"Well said!"
“Support the Chief!”
"Let's go with the chief!"
A group of cow brothers below all echoed, and the atmosphere was so lively that Hamuul was speechless.
Geng Zhiboy, maybe this is the label of the tauren.
Hamuul silently looked to the east from the opening of the tent on the top of Thunder Bluff, where the Shade Fortress was located.
Hamuul watched a group of tauren captains surrounding Kane and whispered, "I hope that one can arrange everything."
Far away in the Eastern Kingdom, Calf Bane was playing with his newly acquired Gundam. Instead, McDonald teased him: "Aren't you worried about your father?"
Bain stopped his hand, blinked his eyes, and snorted: "I don't think Chief Thrall is that kind of person, and I trust your Majesty that you will arrange everything."
"It's really..." It was McDonald's turn to laugh.
I really don’t know whether I should say that Bain is stupid and blessed, or that he actually has a smart big head?
When Thrall of New Orgrimmar heard the latest secret report, he was speechless for a long time.
Kneeling in front of him were three thieves, who were already his strongest spies.
"The Alliance is ready to go to war at any time?"
"Yes!"
In the "video" of the magic eye opened by a thief, a huge airport is shown:
This airport opened in Dustwallow Swamp has more than ten runways. A huge 'iron bird' is parked at the end of the runway, and thousands of fully armed soldiers are sitting in a large tent not far from the iron bird.
Chatting in low voices from time to time. They seemed to be waiting for orders.
The runway was surrounded by various anti-aircraft artillery, and high-power searchlights were scanning back and forth. A large number of Alliance Rangers used [flares] to immediately explore the surrounding area of the runway.
Another scene, that is the east side of the Forest Fortress.
Since we can't get close, we can only take a rough look from a distance. This is enough.
At least half the army's mechanized divisions are on standby.
The next scene is the Golden Sword Port. There are nearly a hundred terrifying flying warships hovering over the port. They are like dark clouds covering the earth, and they will shroud the land of Feralas in darkness at any time.
Seeing this, Sal snorted coldly: "Humph!"
It's one thing to be sulky, but the overflowing feeling of sadness in your heart can't be suppressed.
Not to mention whether the Horde can withstand the Alliance's terrifying air strikes, just this speed of gathering will completely destroy the Horde countless times.
At this time, Wojin suddenly said: "Warchief, have you discovered something?"
"What?"
"Alliance leader McDonald and deputy leader Varian are by no means weak people. But why have they been restrained and not launched a full-scale war against the tribe?"
When Vol'jin said this, Sal was suddenly excited.
He touched the beard on his chin and thought: That's right!
Why?
The Horde has such a deep hatred for the Alliance, and the Horde has also taken in a large number of enemies of the Alliance. In the past, it could be explained that the Alliance suffered from successive wars and needed to recuperate.
But now that the gap in strength between the Alliance and the tribes has widened to the point where launching a local war would most likely wipe out the tribes, why hasn't the Alliance taken action yet?
Is there anything in the Horde that the Alliance should be wary of?
Or is the alliance still guarding against a life-or-death enemy?
However, Thrall didn't have much time to think about it. Kane led about twenty personal guards and rode a wyvern towards New Orgrimmar.
Sure enough, when Kane arrived, he saw the Great Chief's personal guards surrounding the wyvern's lair.
"Varok, do you...all know?" Kane didn't shy away and asked directly.
Varok Saurfang's face darkened: "The warchief and the chiefs are already waiting for you."
