Chapter 1294 What to do with the Great Chief running away with a bucket?
Where did the great chief go?
This problem is absolutely serious!
The alliance army is pressing on the border, and many tribal fortresses and camps are in danger. It is when the chief is needed to take charge of the overall situation, but the people are missing.
Even if the blind chief shouted "Come on me" and then rushed into the ditch, it would be better than not seeing anyone now.
Could it be that while the tribe was being beaten into a dog, they still said to the alliance, "I advise you to stop beating me immediately, otherwise your hands will be very painful!"?
What kind of hedgehog style!?
Hedgehog style is the most desperate and negative style of play!
As long as there is a choice, who doesn't want to kill the enemy outside the country's borders and minimize the damage to his hometown?
However, Garrosh suddenly disappeared. Before leaving, he asked a soldier of his guard, Kor'kron, to say, "Let the chiefs use all their strength to resist the invasion of the Alliance."
It's true that Kor'kron was his personal guard, but instead of telling the chiefs directly, he sent the message through a personal soldier, which made Vol'jin even more angry.
Not only him, but the two core leaders of the tribe, including the two goblin princes, the blood elf archmage Rommath, and the leader of the Forsaken, the Sun King, were also missing.
When asked about their subordinates, they said that they "have more important tasks to do under the orders of the chief."
Vol'jin, the chief of the Darkspear Trolls, has always been known for his wisdom. He sensitively discovered that something was wrong and grabbed Varok: "Old friend, tell me, is there a possibility that our warchief is plotting against him?
, no, abandon us for his so-called grand plan?"
Varok was silent for a while. He was neither a fool nor a blind man. Any leader with some brains could see that all of Garrosh's direct descendants had withdrawn long ago.
Not to mention the Warsong Clan orcs, now that the entire New Orgrimmar is complete, there is not a single goblin supervisor or high-level blood elf mage. Can you believe it?
Ever since he inherited the position of Warchief, Garrosh had given them both a feeling of being mysterious and mysterious.
Especially after the tauren broke away from the tribe and defected to the Alliance, he became increasingly distrustful of the Blackrock Orcs and Darkspear Trolls led by Varok because they agreed more with Thrall's concept of "Great Harmony".
This rejection is unabashed.
For the sake of the stability of the tribe, Varok even acquiesced to the warchief poaching his corner and directly recruited Malkorok and other once-degenerate orcs.
This did not lead to the chief's reluctance.
The look that regarded them as traitors has never changed.
Suddenly, Varok put his hands on Vol'jin's shoulders: "Wo'jin! There's no time. You take all your clansmen and immediately go to Silithus through the portal and transfer to Nagrand."
"Ah! No, this, I..." Wojin, who was always alert, immediately realized why.
Before the great catastrophe, by mobilizing all the tribesmen and using the human wave tactic to attack, there might be a chance of victory.
Having survived the catastrophe of food shortage, the weak people had long since starved to death. The remaining so-called elites who had fought hard had died on the border of Feralas not long ago.
Not even one out of ten!
The leader of the tribe did not know the actual population of the alliance. Vol'jin only knew that the tribe had lost its theoretical numerical advantage.
After even losing the all-people-in-arms strategy, in this situation, unless the mysterious [Iron Horde] suddenly sends out a high-quality army of one million people, the tribe will not be a match for the Alliance with its combat power.
Varok is going to die for the tribe and leave any chance of life to the Darkspear trolls!
Varok's eyes were deep: "What I swear allegiance to is the tribe itself. No matter who the warchief is, I only obey the orders of the 'warchief'. But you are different, at least... the Darkspear Troll has no chance of leaving the tribe.
One choice.”
"Don't be ridiculous. On the planet Azeroth, the Alliance will not let the trolls go." Vol'jin smiled bitterly.
"Follow the Zandalari trolls! Surrender to Chief Thrall! It's better to surrender to anyone than to stay in this dead city! I'm not afraid of death. I know you are not afraid either! But our death must be worthy of death, even if we die, we must die."
Die in glory! Instead of burying the whole clan in such a mysterious way." Varok became more and more excited as he spoke, and his fingers tightened on Vol'jin's shoulder armor.
Vol'jin swallowed harder.
The orcs no longer have a clan, but there are other clans on top. This is where the numerical advantage and fertility rate lie. As long as there is food, the orcs are super fertile, and they can explode at will.
This is not the case with the Darkspear Trolls. After these years of fighting, the number of Vol'jin's clansmen has declined instead of rising. As a branch of the trolls who are not close to each other, most of them vote for the Zandalari Trolls. They claim to be famous and orthodox.
Also using the Darkspear troll as cannon fodder.
Instead of this...
Vol'jin made a decision: "I will go back to find the warchief!"
They both understood immediately that he was referring to Sal.
"Then leave quickly! The main force will use the portal, and the rest will use airships to try."
"Okay!" Wojin gritted his teeth.
Varok quickly issued a series of orders.
His personal guards held the order book high and shouted along the way: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The Darkspear trolls were ordered to support the Dark Portal to meet Nagrand's support troops! Mobilize all airships and give priority to the Darkspear.
Trolls board!"
If the Kor'kron Guards were still here, they would probably find something was wrong. Because the people who boarded the few remaining goblin airships were not elite troll warriors, but a large group of troll women and children.
The real elite trolls have been urgently transported to the Dark Portal branch of Silithus through the expensive portal.
The tribe does not have a living Miss Sunwell to provide energy. Seeing the magic crystals placed on the portal circle dimming one by one, not to mention the gatekeeper's mage is heartbroken.
Trolls can also breed mages, which can be said to be the Darkspear clan's good fortune. At least they don't have to be fooled by long ears or necromancy.
The only thing Varok couldn't accept was that Vol'jin actually wanted to board the airship himself.
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy!" The muscles on Wojin's face kept twitching: "My war spear can be thrown 500 yards away. This is at least a deterrent!"
Varok looked at a few young trolls secretly holding Vol'jin's calf, and he understood everything: "Then I won't advise you anymore. I wish you good luck, old friend. I hope our souls can be reunited one day.
.”
"Bless you, old friend!" Vol'jin looked at this loyal orc hero a little sadly.
The airship slowly lifted into the sky, with the messy New Orgrimmar city as the background. The two old friends watched each other's figures slowly become smaller, until they turned into small dots and disappeared at the end of the horizon...
Leaving New Orgrimmar, Vol'jin ordered "Slow down and let the airship troops fly as low as possible. We have to cross the border of Feralas in the middle of the night."
Seen from a high altitude, the large balloon sewn from animal skins has the same color as the surface of Feralas in autumn.
This will be a good protective color, and with night cover, it will increase a lot of security.
Who knows, a giant steel ship in the clouds suddenly breaks through the clouds and descends.
