"The rebels from Frostfire Ridge have landed at Highmaul."
"The unnamed leader of the rebellion is approaching Mogol Post."
"The despicable ex-warchief enters Loklas."
"Thall takes over the Arena of Blood."
"Warchief Thrall approaches the Throne of the Elements!"
"The Supreme Warchief Thrall arrived in his loyal Nagrand today."
Thrall relied on Frostwolf warriors from both worlds as his team, which can be described as a typical local battle. In addition, after killing Blackhand, Varok helped him successfully regain the remaining elites of the Blackrock Clan, and Nazgrin's naval actions
With the support and the betrayal of the two goblin princes, the old tribe's lineup is gorgeous.
Furthermore, the Alliance's front-line approach attracted all of Garrosh's attention, and Thrall had the right time, place, and people.
With such a configuration, it is not surprising that the old tribe exerted an overwhelming momentum.
Thrall led his men into Highmaul, but the ogre archmage [Führer Mal'gok] saw that the momentum was not right, so he simply surrendered.
Heading east from Highmaul, Thrall's troops snowballed in expansion, reaching an astonishing number of 800,000 within a few days.
If it were any other army, it would probably be easy to lose control.
This is Nagrand, a hunting ground full of prey, so there is no need to worry about supplies. The goblin prince’s supply depots are everywhere in this area. Many troops of the Iron Tribe don’t even know that the goblins are so rebellious.
Already.
The biggest point is that when Thrall forced the Iron Horde to surrender, he publicly announced: "I will fight Mac'Gora with Garrosh, the warchief of the Iron Horde!"
The secret of the orcs - the one with the big fist is the boss, the one who loses will be the winner.
Since it is the flag-raising duel [Makgora] that represents the supreme glory of the orcs, even the most picky orcs cannot say a word "no".
This is the magical power of thousands of years of tradition!
When Garrosh led a hundred thousand loyal 'remnants' and turned to face Thrall's old tribe, what he saw at the Throne of the Elements were the camps of the major clans scattered all over the mountains and plains, and they were the same camps that had been arranged around the Warsong clan.
This means that if he doesn't agree to Thrall's 'Makgora', he has to attack with force... Regardless of how many orcs are willing to follow him, even if this million-strong army gives him 100,000 people to fight against,
It's definitely better than that.
Especially, when Garrosh received the relic [Blood Roar] from his old father, the situation changed slightly.
"Isn't it [Makgora]? I agreed!" His expression was very complicated, as if all the emotions, anger, sorrow and joy were condensed into one, giving his facial features a strange sense of disharmony.
History seems to form a closed loop.
This duel of the century, which was destined to take place on the Throne of the Elements, happened anyway.
The two sides used to be regarded as a road dispute at best in history, but now there has been a subtle change in their stance: Garrosh is still the great orcist, but Thrall has become a survivor leading the tribe.
"Woo-hoo--" The long horn sound blown by the giant horn has been the same for thousands of years. Many orcs once thought that their lives would be passed down from generation to generation, but now the situation has changed a little.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" More than a million orc warriors rhythmically slammed the handles of their battle axes or war hammers on the ground, artificially creating an effect of shaking the earth and the mountains.
Chaotic shouts of support for their respective war chiefs swept the world around the Throne of Elements.
Not to mention the orcs themselves, even Mai, who secretly peeked through the eyes of the mage from a very long distance, found it extremely strange.
That's right, McDonald came to Delano secretly with his closest people.
Looking at the scene in the magic mirror, Vereesa was like a little fan girl, sincerely praising: "McDonald, you are so awesome, you actually forced two tribal chiefs to kill each other."
Without McDonald's need to answer, Queen Xi smiled first: "Awesome? All diplomatic methods are based on military strength. Believe it or not, if Garrosh defeated the first and second armies led by Alsace, Thrall would
Turn around and join forces with Garrosh to drive the Alliance out of Draenor?"
"ah!"
McDonald smiled and said nothing.
Queen Xi is right. Instead of leaving his fate to his enemies, if Thrall has the chance, he will definitely choose to hold the fate of the tribe in the hands of his own family.
Now that Garrosh is defeated, Thrall has no choice.
On the screen, two burly orcs slowly walked up a hill to the Throne of Elements.
This hill is not big. The relatively flat area on the top is maybe five or six hundred square meters, and it is about twenty meters above the ground. It is just the right size for a large number of orcs to watch from a distance.
As the two approached, the noisy drums and horns gradually stopped, and countless pairs of eyes stared nervously at the hills.
Garrosh spoke first: "Thall! Are you so happy being a human dog? Why don't your clan be called Frostwolves? Instead, call them sled dogs!"
Garrosh's words deeply hurt Thrall's heart.
Perhaps Thrall has been led by McDonald during this period, which does not mean that he does not want to be an orc openly.
He really has no choice!
Thrall's facial muscles were twitching, and his eyes lost focus for a while. After a few seconds, he exhaled a long breath: "Garrosh, I have always been willing to believe you!"
"What do you believe?" Garrosh raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of teasing.
"I believe that your orc supremacy may be able to restore the prestige of the Horde! I believe that everything you do is for the greater Horde, not just for the small tribe of orcs. I am still willing to believe you even after you betrayed the Horde
The Iron Horde can defeat the Alliance..."
When Thrall said this, Garrosh couldn't hold himself any longer. He trembled: "Have you discovered it a long time ago?"
Thrall smiled bitterly: "Vaguely, I'm not too sure. After all, the difference in personality between the two Garrosh is actually quite obvious."
Garrosh pursed his lips.
Thrall's eyes were blurred. His gaze went beyond the Ma'gora opponent in front of him, passed through the scene of the Throne of Elements, and looked toward the east...that is the direction of the Alliance army.
Thrall's voice was full of bitterness: "Garrosh, it's not that I don't want to support you, but... you have already lost to the Alliance in three worlds!"
These words made Garrosh break his guard.
right!
Three times!
Without his failure in another Azeroth, Garrosh would not have traveled through time and space to this Draenor.
Garrosh would not have returned to Draenor without losing to Macdonken on this planet.
Now that even the homeland has been completely lost, what else is there to say?
If he is really ambitious enough to overthrow the Alliance, Thrall will definitely be willing to be a fool for the sake of the future of the tribe.
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ps. I am recuperating, but I have saved some manuscripts. There will be an event starting from 515 tomorrow, and I will try my best to update as much as possible.
