"It must have been the damn Alliance airborne last time that shook our city gate out and damaged it." I have to admit, there is some truth to this reason for the stupid yelling.
If there hadn't been an earthquake all over the tribe's territory, maybe the simple-minded orcs would have believed it.
I ask you, Great Chief, to take over the pot in front of you. You can't get rid of it.
The number of suspicious eyes increased overnight.
But so what?
Will Garrosh be the compassionate boss?
Thinking too much!
"How we dealt with the orcs before, we will deal with them now!"
Don’t you guys want tradition? I’ll give you tradition now.
The orcs are just a bit mean. When Thrall rescued them from Nagrand, he didn't even fart. No one said that this was untraditional and that we should keep our ancestral land. Now, we have chosen a 'traditional' warchief.
When they came up, if they really wanted to act according to tradition, the chiefs of the small and medium-sized clans immediately looked like Sima.
What is tradition?
Without food, there would be civil war.
The winning clan will have a new hunting ground, and the losing clan will die.
It is exactly the same as what a certain boss said after a certain snow disaster on earth, "Only the strong are qualified to survive."
However, a large number of orc chiefs could not refute it, because this order was 'very orcish'.
The result was good, and a vigorous fight with weapons began, with all parties involved being chopped and bloody. If you win, you will have something to eat, if you lose, you will get out.
Many orc refugees even tried to sneak into Alliance defense lines.
This is not realistic either.
Because they couldn't go to the Alliance's territory, the cataclysm broke out on the continent of Kalimdor, which just blocked the land route for the tribal people to go to the Alliance.
Thousand Needles is flooded and there is no way to get to the Southern Barrens.
The temperature in the Tanaris Desert has been above 40 degrees for a long time recently. Let’s not talk about whether we are destined to pass through the desert. The first thing we have to go through is the Un’Goro Crater. If we can go to the crater, we don’t need to go to Tanaris. We can play with the dinosaurs there.
Games are also hunting. As for hunting dinosaurs or being hunted by dinosaurs, God knows.
That's at least the way to go.
The orcs in the Desolate Land were miserable. There were not many beasts in that poor place, but the result was good. The defeated races had no choice but to migrate to Stonetalon Mountain en masse. Unexpectedly, the god on the top of the mountain came out with a bunch of faceless men.
In the tribe, the fate of the weak is extremely miserable.
This shattered the "warm family" atmosphere established during the Saar era.
The Darkspear Trolls shoulder the heavy responsibility of underwater fishing, and Woking is fine here. He doesn't know why the other tribes didn't respond?
But the Warchief obviously has his mood written on his face. The thought of his stupid face makes him angry. Since his family is doing fine, Wo'jin won't go to the Warchief.
In fact, everything was as expected by Garrosh.
[The weak are not qualified to survive]!
This cruel survival of the fittest can select the strongest and best soldiers for the perfect tribe in his mind.
The only restriction he placed on his subordinates was that they were not allowed to cause trouble with other races.
Since several races other than the orcs are either busy fishing like the Darkspear Trolls and have become the orcs' meal tickets, or they are secretly opening new bases in Kul Tiras, there really isn't much conflict.
Of course, there are always some orcs who can't survive and can't take over the territory, so they have to run all over the mountains like crazy. Some even ran to Stonetalon Mountain in an attempt to sneak into Ashenvale, but the night elf huntress's warning failed.
, shot to death in the mountain road.
The Alliance has lodged stern representations over this issue, and all the idiotic yelling will not be heard.
"Those trash are not the people of the tribe, you can kill them if you want." Brainless Roar showed such restraint simply because the [Iron Tribe] began to build the [Iron Tribe] in the territory of the Ashvan family in Kul Tiras.
version of the Dark Portal.
That’s a giant portal with a very wasteland feel!
Here, the brainless man roared and laughed: "Huhuhu! Hahahaha! Whether it's McDonald or Thrall, they are all just idiots! When I get the key to the space gate of this world, Azeroth will become steel.
The world of tribes. Wow hahaha”
On the surface, the Alliance is busy with disaster relief and has no time for expeditions; the tribes are busy with internal strife, and they are pitifully fighting each other to compete for limited hunting grounds.
When this news was delivered to Thrall in Nagrand, Thrall shed a rare tear.
More than ten years of hard work have been wasted.
It would be a lie to say that I am not heartbroken.
Unfortunately, this is also the tradition of the orcs that cannot be expanded, that is, internal strife. One's own people kill their own people and let the strongest survive.
In contrast, the Stratholme Empire alone has a population of tens of millions, with nearly seven million people eligible for military service. Years of disasters have eliminated all the old and weak, and the young people who have received good culture and combat education are about to reach adulthood.
At a time when the Alliance's demographic dividend is at its most explosive, how do you ask the Horde to fight against the Alliance?
"Alas! With just these people, can we fight against the Alliance?" Thrall raised his head and asked the sky.
However, neither the ancestors nor the elemental souls could give him the answer.
The changes in the land of Azeroth continue.
It was at this point in history that Magni Bronzebeard turned himself into stone in order to listen to the voice of Mother Earth, resulting in a power vacuum for the Bronzebeard dwarves.
In this life, Magni realized that this might be his only chance to become a demigod in this life.
After arranging everything, even the king's seal and the artifact ax [Earth's Joy] were handed over to his second brother Muradin, Magni went into seclusion.
Two days later, Magni's body turned into crystal and lost all traces of life.
Everything seems to be following the historical track.
Little did they know, a violent wind suddenly rolled up in the endless sea, causing huge waves of hundreds of meters.
When huge waves that were more than thirty stories high were raging on the sea, the mortals in the fleet not far away felt only despair!
"Oh my god! What is that?" These were the last words of an experienced captain who had been on the endless sea route no less than a hundred times.
When the news reached Stratholme City, McDonald felt for the first time that the situation was a little out of control.
Three hours later, a magical mirror image came from ahead.
When he saw the huge palaces suspended in mid-air, and when he saw the super tornado surrounding the palaces, McDonald rarely gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words from between his teeth.
"Oh rubbish!"
All the vassals were shocked and confused, but it was the eldest and most knowledgeable elf masters who reacted first.
"Al'Akir, Lord of the Wind Element?"
"Could it be that it's the legendary [Sky Wall]?"
"How did it get here?"
N'Zos's move was so beautiful that even McDonald, his mortal enemy, had to praise it.
The Stratholme Empire is indeed vast in territory and incredibly powerful.
The bond that maintains the territories on the three continents relies on the sea and air fleets that sweep across the world.
Now, Al'Akir, who is the top combat power of the wind element, appears and suddenly blocks the endless sea route north of Kul Tiras, which is equivalent to erasing all existing routes.
Unless the Austrian garbage is eliminated, the three continents will completely fight on their own.
