Thrall did not refute what the mysterious man said.
The hostility between the Alliance and the Horde is not so easy to eliminate. It would be fine if the two sides are evenly matched, restraining each other and maintaining a fragile peace. Once the peace lasts long enough, the hatred will have a chance to be eliminated.
The alliance is particularly strong now, and the combat power of both sides is almost disproportionate.
This is the most difficult thing to do.
Thrall could feel the other party's strong sense of sowing discord, as well as his contempt and hatred for the Alliance. He also had a subtle feeling that the other party seemed to be unhappy with the tribe.
This is strange, aren't you also a member of the tribe?
It's just another parallel world...
Thrall pondered for a moment and finally spoke: "Although I am very grateful for your continued support to our world's tribes, I cannot agree to it for the time being."
After saying that, Sal bowed slightly, exchanged a few polite greetings, and turned off the communication.
Originally, this matter would have come to an end.
Who knows, not long after Sal left, a tall and burly figure sneaked up in front of the magic mirror. The mirror that had turned dark and silent suddenly opened on its own, reappearing the blurry shadow.
"Hehehe! Garrosh Hellscream, have you thought about it?"
That's right, the person who came was none other than the radical faction in the tribe, the famous Brainless Roar.
"Of course! Weak Thrall is not qualified to lead the great orcs! We need your power! Just let me see the combat power of the [Iron Horde]!"
"good--"
"What anchor point will I give you? You and your men can appear directly in the hinterland of the alliance!"
The man in the mirror seemed to smile, then nodded and cut off the communication.
Garrosh clenched his fists and said, "The orcs are the greatest race! All four damn Alliance races should be exterminated!"
Unlike most parallel worlds, Garrosh in this life had some meritorious deeds because he participated in the Battle of the Dark Portal and even participated in the siege of the former Kirin Tor Speaker Antonidas.
His status in the Warsong clan is far higher than in history.
What's more, as a radical who advocates the elimination of the Alliance, he is very popular among young orcs and has won the love and admiration of young orcs. He has actually launched an attack on Thrall's position as warchief.
What's worse, it's just a Makgora!
Now, because of the damn goblins, he and his people can't even step out of Feralas.
We can only leave the task of teaching the Alliance to the mysterious man from the [Iron Tribe].
At this time, he did not realize what decision he had made...
Almost as soon as he agreed, the world line changed.
A desolate land thousands of miles away, this is the desolate area in the middle of the southern continent of the Eastern Kingdom.
A long time ago, this place was a green valley with rich natural resources. The magic of the demons scorched the earth and turned it into what it is today - a barren and barren land.
The desolate land is a deep valley with no grass growing, and it is bone dry and hot. The scalding heat wave stirs up the heat in the air, unable to bring any coolness to this sultry land. Only the most tenacious plants such as cacti and shrubs can survive in this harsh environment.
Survive in the environment.
Unlike the Northern Continent where Mai is almost unified, this is the blind spot of the two major forces in the Southern Continent.
To get here from the Kingdom of Stormwind, you need to cross the Burning Steppes and the Searing Gorge.
The Bronzebeard Dwarves, who suffered equally heavy losses in the three Dark Portal battles, have no time to expand eastward. After all, they have to strengthen the defense line in the wetlands to suppress the Forgotten who are still entrenched in the Arathi Highlands on the other side of the strait.
Therefore, without the knowledge of most of the alliance leaders.
The tribe set up a medium-sized camp [Kagath] in the northwest of the wasteland.
The old orc Gorn manages this outpost far away from the Horde. Gorn and his warriors have been monitoring the remnants of the Blackstone Tribe, the traitorous orcs on the eastern continent.
He is committed to eradicating the remaining evil orcs on the continent and wholeheartedly promoting mutual trust between the Horde and the Alliance.
On the other hand, he was unable to object to orders from the tribe's upper echelons.
Today, extremely unexpectedly, a huge portal suddenly opened in the wasteland opposite the Kargas camp.
"What's going on?" The orc sentry was a little flustered, but he still sounded the alarm dutifully.
The portal grew larger and larger, and soon became about the same size as the Dark Portal.
Huge black chariots with strange shapes drove out of it, and then... countless undead warriors.
The one in the lead clearly had a human face, but he was pale, showing his undead identity.
If there is a player here at this time, they will definitely scream and announce his identity - [Nathanos *Blighter]!
He was trained by Queen Xi and became a ranger lord. Later, he became Queen Xi's warrior and bodyguard, and he was also the hunter mentor of the Forsaken.
In Garrosh's imagination, the mysterious man sent was probably an orc hero from another world. After all, this had always been the case before, but he was wrong.
This time the people coming are not the orcs, and even whether they are the Iron Horde is a big question mark.
The old orc Gao En hurriedly went into battle and came to the wall of Kargas Fortress. He saw the scene in front of him, which made his scalp numb.
Just when he was confused and wanted to shout, Nathanos on the opposite side ordered his men in the language of the dead: "This time, our identity is the Scourge Legion. Just like a natural disaster!"
Nathanos raised his right hand, and immediately countless catapult-like objects were launched, and he immediately launched a sea urchin-like terrifying projectile full of metal spikes, which hit the brick and wood wall of Kargas Fortress hard.
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"Boom!" After just one encounter, the city wall collapsed.
Under the cover of powerful long-range weapons, thousands of undead warriors swarmed onto the city.
The old orc fought back hard, but was outnumbered.
With only three hundred troops, how could he be a wolf-like opponent of the Forgotten?
The city was completely massacred in just fifteen minutes.
An hour later, the Bronzebeard brothers who were camping in the Searing Gorge were shocked to receive a report of the attack.
The dwarf messenger rushed over: "Report to your majesty! Our east flank defense line has been attacked!"
"East Wing?" Magni's big eyes were blank. He brought his troops here to prepare for war, but the direction was wrong. He quickly asked: "Aren't they the remnants of the orcs from the direction of Blackstone Mountain?"
"No! They are undead, but we are not sure if they are the Scourge!"
"Where are the troops? Let them defend and counterattack on the spot!"
"Uh, well, Lord Stratholme's Trident troops deployed on the flanks of our army are engaging in firefights with the enemy. It is visually apparent that the enemy has suffered heavy losses."
