"Lead the way!" Brother Niu waved his hand domineeringly.
Varok's momentum was forced to stagnate.
Most orcs are straightforward. They can sense whether the other person is the same type of person as themselves through the other person's expression and demeanor.
Kane is not being arrogant, he is being magnanimous.
Looking at the face that was no longer young but still upright and awe-inspiring, Varok felt sad for a moment.
How many years ago, the days when they had a good time drinking together regardless of their race differences may no longer exist.
But for some unknown reason, more and more orcs gathered near the flight point. They probably received the message. Varok heard the words "traitor!", "human lackey" and other words.
Not only did the scolding become more unpleasant, but there was also a tendency to crowd around and beat the tauren.
This scene made Kane's eyes darken, and Varok felt like blood welling up in his throat: The alliance poaching the tauren is definitely a loss to the tribe. The orcs are certainly the backbone, but the tauren wielding the totem pole are
Humans are the strongest breakthrough infantry. As long as the tribes are united, how can the tauren be alienated? Forget about the alliance poaching people, and these lunatic orcs are pushing the tauren out, this...
Gritting his teeth, Varok shouted loudly: "Everyone, get out of the way!".
His heavily armed personal guards, who were only loyal to the warchief, immediately expanded outside and blocked the ordinary orcs who tried to rush over.
Varok silently made a 'please' gesture and personally led the way. He didn't know what would happen after Kane entered the chief's hall in the Valley of Honor. As a soldier, he abided by his duty at least until he arrived in the Valley of Honor.
Before, no one could hurt Kane.
The Tauren Chieftain is usually more than three meters tall. Such a tall and burly figure cannot be completely blocked by Thrall's personal guards who are more than two meters tall.
There he was, his eyes clear and straight, staring in that familiar direction.
The road that could be walked in just a moment has become so long for some reason.
Ah! Yes! It was the abuse and incomprehension of his former companions in life and death that turned into sharp arrows of language and pierced his heart.
Invisible harm can sometimes hurt people more than real harm.
At this moment, Kane's guards had angry expressions on their faces, and they roared and spat back.
"Asshole! If you orcs hadn't coveted Mulgore's grassland, where would we be today?" Their voices were drowned out by even louder curses.
Only Kane, quietly without saying a word, followed Varok's footsteps to the main hall where the warchief was.
As expected, Thrall was sitting in the main seat, and to his right were a group of orc chiefs who were glaring at Kane. The look in their eyes as if they wanted to eat Kane made Kane feel extremely ironic.
On the left hand side are old acquaintances Vol'jin, Blood Elf Rommath, King of the Forsaken Anastrian, and two goblin trade princes.
Looking around, Kane did not look at Thrall immediately, but instead glanced at Vol'jin.
The eyes of this smart and wise troll leader were full of pity and sadness. Those talking eyes were telling why he had come to this point.
Kane showed a wry smile, withdrew his gaze, and then looked at Thrall.
Thrall raised his hand, and the originally noisy chieftain's hall fell silent.
Not real silence, just that eerie silence before the storm.
Thrall: "You're here."
Kane: "I'm coming."
Thrall's voice was heavy: "I received news that the tauren are preparing to betray the tribe."
Kane's voice was very magnanimous: "If the Alliance and the Horde are at war and the Tauren withdraw from the Horde, that would be called betrayal."
"You are quibbling!" the orc chief of a medium-sized clan yelled angrily.
Sal gestured to stop him from continuing: "What else do you have to say."
"Warchief, you promised the tauren that you can join and leave the tribe freely."
Thrall was sad. When the orcs crossed to Kalimdor, in order to quickly gather an organization strong enough to compete with the Alliance in this strange land, Thrall had indeed promised this.
Free access!
What a sweet promise.
What's the cost?
As long as the tribe is strong enough and all tribes benefit from it, then naturally no one will quit.
Even if you really want to quit, you will be afraid of possible revenge from the tribe.
Those who are still in the Horde will not look down upon those who quit. Just like how the Alliance treated Quel'Thalas and Gilneas.
"Freedom? I'm afraid you tauren will vote for the Alliance as soon as you turn around." Brainless Roar sneered sinisterly.
Kane did not deny it, his eyes were still magnanimous: "That is also the freedom of the tauren."
This is the truth. From the perspective of the tribe, Thrall must consider more. He said solemnly: "I did promise, but, Kane, do you really not miss the old relationship?"
Sal played the emotional card. It would have been better if he didn't play this card. Once he did, Kane became excited.
"Warchief, I have never forgotten for a moment the glory we had when we fought together against the centaurs. But when your orc clan rushed into Mulgore unscrupulously and poached our clefthoof cattle and kodo beasts, did you have any regrets?"
Remember the old friendship? You don’t allow me to punish the orcs who plundered our tauren hunting grounds. That would be the greatest trampling on the tauren’s territory and dignity.”
Brother Niu's words are sonorous, powerful and resounding.
Some chiefs lowered their heads in shame, but more traditional orc chiefs from Draenor disagreed. In their minds, it was normal for different clans and even races to fight to the death for a piece of food.
What's outrageous is that in this series of events, Thrall, who reconciled the two sides, can be said to be two-faced. The conservative orcs felt that Thrall favored foreigners. The tauren felt that Thrall was not a thing, and allowed the orcs to come in and plunder at will.
In the past few years, the biggest problem that has plagued the tribe is insufficient food. Throughout the ages, the orcs have robbed the outside world if they don't have enough food. If they can't grab it, they will be involved until death. The orcs fight to the death within themselves, and the winner takes all the hunting grounds.
Thrall is not human.
From the perspective of maintaining tribal unity, he had no reason to deliberately offend the tauren.
On the other hand, although traditional orcs have old ideas, this group of orcs has the largest number.
The tribe's technology has lagged far behind that of the Alliance, and if the population is at an extreme disadvantage, then there is no need to fight. The population of the core clans such as Frostwolf, Warsong, and Blackstone alone is far from enough.
This is a dead proposition.
If there is no way to lead the tribe to become bigger and stronger, it will fight internally until death.
Thrall let out a long sigh: "The tribe is sorry for the tauren."
"Great Chief!" A group of orc chiefs led by Brainless Roar roared dissatisfied.
"That's enough!" Thrall showed his majesty: "You all stand down! Let us be alone for a while."
"Yes..." Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, Thrall was still their chief at this moment. All the chiefs filed out, leaving only Thrall and Kane in the hall.
Thrall said solemnly: "I can let you tauren go. As a price, I want the alliance not to attack the tribe for three years!"
