"It's very simple! Because the tribe kidnapped His Majesty Varian Wrynn, the king of our alliance's Kingdom of Stormwind!" Darien slapped the table and put down a magic crystal with his right hand.
The background reflected above is the Dire Maul Arena that the tribe has not yet renovated, and the male human swordsman fighting in the middle of the arena is the same person as the portrait of Darion's knight attendant.
Sal was so frightened that his heart and lungs almost stopped.
Thrall knows everything that goes on in his arena.
Orcs have never been a peaceful race.
Orcs who are from a hunting race have an instinct for fighting that is engraved in their DNA.
He has gathered so many orcs. Hunting in the Feralas region cannot satisfy the fighting urge of so many orcs.
Thrall knew very well that only farming races could increase the land's carrying capacity for population, but he did not want to wear away the blood of the orcs.
It has become a necessity to open a gladiatorial arena for those over-energetic brats to vent their excess energy.
A simple and end-to-end gladiatorial battle between orcs cannot produce a true warrior.
Only by experiencing life and death can we train more heroic units.
Therefore, under its own needs, as well as the instigation of ogres and other vassal races, especially the goblins, the Arena of Doom in New Orgrimmar has become the most famous gladiatorial arena in Kalimdor in recent years.
field.
The commission earned from protecting the arena has become the main source of income for the new main city of the tribe.
Bloody gold coins are also gold coins.
What's more, the orcs, trolls, and even the tauren don't resent the money.
After all, this activated the tribe's economy, and with the money, the tribe obtained a bunch of reliable and unreliable weapons from the goblins.
Of course, there are always goblins causing trouble.
After the goblins themselves didn't mind the tribe coming to clean up the goblin cheats and scum who defrauded the tribe of money, the cooperation between the tribe and the goblins was surprisingly pleasant.
As imaginary enemies of the tribe, human and elven gladiators are not uncommon.
Tribe members are also happy to see their mortal enemies killed by their own heroes in the arena.
Now that they are in the arena, whether they are killing or being killed, the tribe members take it for granted.
Thrall also knew: those damn slave owners, most of the methods they used to get slave gladiators were erroneous. Even though he knew something was likely to happen, Thrall never thought that such a big thing would happen!
You kidnapped the king of Stormwind!?
Doesn't this give the alliance an excuse to start a war?
By the way, what do the important ministers and guards of Stormwind Kingdom do for food? Even their own king can be kidnapped?
It's so good that Thrall even watched this gladiator's game in person.
This human gladiator, who belongs to Shaman Rhaegar * Fury of the Earth and whose pseudonym is [Gorosh], defeated the Sword Master in the Shaman Gladiator team in a one-on-one fight last month and took away his hands.
sword.
Then last week, with Gorrosh's leadership and combat skills, this weird three-man team composed of humans and night elf druid Broll Bearskin, plus a passerby blood elf, sacrificed the blood elf
At the expense of the Elven Gladiator, he won the crown of Dire Maul Arena.
This incident also caused quite a stir for a while.
Without it, Gorosh killed several orc gladiators who were favored by Thrall, beating them to death or injury.
Watching the fight was a great pleasure for a while, but when it came time to pay the bill, Sal realized with great pain that he couldn't have sex for free!
‘I threw their king into the arena!’
This time it was really muddy, and it was either flying or flying.
Even the one who controls Gorosh is their orc shaman, Thrall really can't even figure it out.
On the spot, beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down from Sal's forehead.
"Hey! Warchief, you must be impressed by our King of Stormwind Kingdom, right?" Darien was unreasonable.
"This..." Sal discovered that it is impossible to deny, and people have used magic means to record it, and it is completely true. If he denies indiscriminately, and others come to the door, he will not even be able to raise the banner of a just war.
.
Darien sneered: "The Alliance gives the Warchief 72 hours. If His Majesty Wrynn is not handed over, then this is a declaration of war!"
Darien raised his hand, and a quasi-declaration of war was placed in front of Thrall's desk by the knight squire.
"Wait, there may be some misunderstanding!" Wojin quickly smoothed things over: "I heard that your Storm King is still in his palace..."
"Misunderstanding?" Darien curled his lips: "It was precisely because of the loss of its king that the Kingdom of Stormwind had to use the excuse that the king fell from his horse and was injured to temporarily stabilize the people. Now that the evidence is conclusive, is there any misunderstanding? We only have to wait three days.
, not seeing anyone for three days. That’s an all-out war!”
This pot is so big that the entire tribe cannot bear it.
Thrall died unjustly.
Seeing Darien turn around and leave, he didn't even dare to force him to stay.
Darien left here, Thrall received the spy's report, and the alliance began to mobilize for war!
What made Thrall most desperate was that his buttocks were on fire. He immediately rushed back to New Orgrimmar City, only to receive the news that Gorosh was missing!
"Asshole! Why didn't he disappear earlier and later? He disappeared at this time!" Sal was going crazy.
Wo'jin reminded: "Could this be the alliance's plan to make people suffer?"
"Impossible!" Thrall gritted his teeth: "The Alliance will never use their second-ranked king of the kingdom to do this."
If it were another king, maybe Thrall would believe it.
The problem is that the Kingdom of Stormwind is too far away from the Stratholme Federation. Even if MacDonald wanted to annex other kingdoms, he would not go to the Kingdom of Stormwind. This is not in MacDonald's interests.
This combination of circumstances has simply trapped Sal into a trap where he is unable to survive or die.
Okay, here comes the problem.
Where is Varian?
The answer is...on the road.
"Are you really my subordinates?" Varian was not clear-headed and looked at the thieves and his daughter in front of him with some doubt.
"Your Majesty, it's absolutely true." Vanessa VanCleef took out a magic bead, and what was projected on it was the image of her sparring with Varian in Stormwind Keep.
Looking at the strange yet familiar 'self', Varian was thoughtful.
That strange sense of familiarity still made Varian choose to believe it. He was originally an amnesiac. If someone could provide solid evidence, of course he would believe it.
In fact, long before the Alliance fleet besieged the west coast of Feralas, Bolvar, who finally got the information from Macdonken, felt like a treasure and immediately dispatched MI7's strongest band of thieves.
The Van Cleefs and his daughter personally infiltrated, and Mathias Shore specially sent troops to respond.
They didn't even break through the tribal outpost in the eastern part of Feralas. Less than ten kilometers out of New Orgrimmar City, a red dragon hatchling air force responded and flew away at night.
By the time Thrall arrived on the west coast, Varian had already arrived at Shady Fortress and met with Bolvar who had arrived.
At the same time as the news was confirmed, McDonald came to a mysterious place and met a familiar guy.
