The war flag of the Warsong clan was thrown with great force by Garrosh, flew ten meters away, and was firmly stuck on the floor of the chief's hall. The solid wood floor that ordinary warriors could not break with their swords and axes was penetrated by half a meter.
deep.
If a verbal challenge can be taken back as a verbal challenge, when the chief of a first-class clan throws out the battle flag of his clan, everything becomes irreversible.
Not every tribesman is qualified to play the Holy Duel [Makgora].
First, you must fight bravely in your own clan and become a recognized warrior. Only then can you pass N duels and become the recognized chief of the clan.
Next, your clan must become a first-line clan before it can be qualified to challenge the throne of the great chief.
When the war flag is thrown, it means that the chief has put all the glory of his own clan on top. Once the challenge fails, at least the great chief will follow his lead for ten years, which is really the kind of thing that cannot be raised outside.
The moment Thrall saw the battle flag of the war song, he knew that the duel was inevitable.
What's even more sad is that no matter he or Garrosh wins, the Horde will definitely lose.
Just look at those angry orc chieftains.
Once upon a time, they were so grateful when Thrall brought them out of Nagrand, which was destined to be destroyed.
However, the unsatisfactory life after immigrating eliminated their good impression of the chief.
These ignorant fellow tribesmen from a backward world cannot see the huge gap between the Alliance and the Horde. They only see that the war chief's concession has caused the tribe to suffer great humiliation.
A pair of eyes, piercing and bright, and any look in his eyes is filled with anger and disdain.
If this was Thrall who became famous and made great achievements in history, most likely he would choose to heal the pain of the earth, take the initiative to step down from the position of warchief, and "make way" for Garrosh, just like history.
It is a pity that all the chiefs see before them is Thrall, whose ambition has not yet been fulfilled. As the only tribal leader in the tribe who has studied in the human world (and worked as a spy), Thrall has a clearer understanding of the alliance than all other chiefs.
To be honest, the feeling of "everyone is drunk and I am sober" is really uncomfortable.
Seeing Garrosh, a pure orc, with his fellow countryman orcs, once again embarking on the same old path that the first warchief Blackhand took to his death, this was completely unacceptable to Thrall.
Sal turned around and showed the same indignation on the social master's face, a face filled with resentment.
"Garrosh, you idiot! You only saw me making concessions to the Alliance. You never thought that if we started a war at will, all the main cities of the Horde would be wiped out within a week."
Garrosh wielded [Blood Roar] with his left hand, and slapped his exaggerated pecs with his right hand. He bared his teeth, exposed his huge fangs, and roared loudly: "Times have changed! Thrall! A new generation.
The orcs are braver! The weapons of the tribe are sharper! A great tribe needs a truly brave chief, not a coward who only gives in!"
His speech was echoed by almost all the orc chiefs.
"Well said Garrosh!"
"We don't want a cowardly chief."
"Defeat him, Garrosh, and lead us to true glory!"
These orc chiefs, who had not been severely beaten by the Alliance, all had their eyes widened and their expressions were extremely fanatical.
"Coward? Even your father knows what [advance and retreat] means! It's a pity! Garrosh, you inherited your father's bravery, but not his wisdom." Thrall refused to give in, took three steps forward, and approached Garrosh.
Rush, have a passionate spat with him.
"Shut up! You coward is not worthy of talking about my father!" Garrosh raised his right fist high: "Thall! You are still a man! Just pick up [Magora] from me! I will be in the duel field.
Let me show you what a real man is!"
Without further ado, Thrall knew very well that most orcs have such wooden heads, and the only thing that can keep them awake is absolute violence!
As he spoke, he reached back and said, "Give me the battle flag of our clan."
His personal guard was stunned for a moment, but finally did not dare to stop him, and handed over the Frostwolf Clan's wolf-head battle flag with both hands.
Thrall rather irritably planted the battle flag in front of the war song flag, and the two flags formed a large cross.
Makgora - established!
For a time, the entire chief's hall was filled with noise.
The fact that the two chiefs of the tribe wanted to use [Makgora] to decide who the chief would become was immediately spread like wings, and the news spread throughout the city in a few seconds.
It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Both of us are strong men, and no one leads the army and is injured.
In less than half an hour, more than 100,000 tribal soldiers and civilians surrounded the large arena, formerly the Arena of Doom.
Guys with weak bodies are not even qualified to enter.
Only the guy with the biggest fist can occupy a seat in the arena.
In the main stand, half of the seats were occupied by the chiefs.
In fact, only non-orc leaders would sit here, and all the orc chiefs gathered around them. They wanted to witness this grand duel at the closest distance.
Vol'jin sat upright on the seat belonging to the trolls. Although he noticed the coldness in the eyes of the other leaders, Vol'jin's expression was dull.
Compared to the trolls, the other four leaders are all enemies of the Alliance and outcasts of the world.
They don't care who becomes the warchief. Perhaps the only thing they care about is whether the tribe can give them what they want - new territory, new resources, etc.
Vol'jin doesn't care about them. As long as the tribe is strong enough, these races will be willing to become the tribe's pendants.
At this moment, Vol'jin only thinks that Thrall can show his great power and continue to lead the Horde.
…
The lively orcs didn't know that New Orgrimmar was so noisy at the moment, and it was all broadcast live to the alliance's top brass.
Except for Brother Niu who is busy with migration operations, all the leaders of the alliance are online at the same time.
"McDonald's, you discovered that there was a Garrosh Hellscream among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Did you deliberately not notify Thrall and just wait for today?" Tyrande asked McDonald's.
McDonald didn't have the airs of an emperor at all. He cupped his chin and smiled mischievously: "Yes, I guessed early on that this Garrosh is not the real person, but Garrosh who comes from another parallel plane and belongs to the Iron Tribe. Now.
It seems that my guess is correct."
[Iron Horde] and so on, they have been doing crazy things since the second war of the Dark Portal.
Without the help of this mysterious alien tribe, Thrall's lineage alone would have been wiped out by the Alliance long ago.
This unknown factor is also one of the reasons why alliance leaders choose to exercise restraint.
Old Wolf King Genn reminded: "What if this tribe becomes stronger after Garrosh of the [Iron Horde] takes the lead?"
McDonald's smile became even worse: "But the Azeroth Star Soul recognizes Thrall more!"
