Damak touched his battle pet and shouted loudly that made the ears of others buzz: "What if the alliance resists or attacks us?"
Before Thrall could answer, suddenly Garrosh beside him shouted: "Then crush them!"
"Wait a minute! I am the chief of the tribe!" Thrall, who had always been gentle, showed a rare domineering expression. He opened his mouth wide to make his fangs look more ferocious.
The look on his face, as if he was going to be furious and murderous at the next moment, instantly silenced the stupid roar.
"you……"
"Either Makgora, defeat me in the presence of all fellow orcs; or shut up!"
It was as if two toilet tweezers had been violently plucked out of Naudehou's neck, one on the left and the other on the right. The neck was bulging and turned into two huge tumors.
The two sides faced off for a full ten seconds, until Brainless Roar finally turned his head reluctantly under the cold eyes and even murderous intent of the chiefs present.
"Tell me, Garrosh Hellscream, what is your identity?"
"I am the chief of the Warsong clan." Brainless roared in a low voice.
"Then who am I?"
"You are the chief of our tribe." The voice became deeper and deeper, and anyone could hear the undisguised sullenness.
But Sal didn't care.
"Very good, this matter is over and no one is allowed to mention it again!"
Thrall turned his head and stared at Damak seriously: "My people will show you how terrifying the alliance's weapons are. If you still think you can win after seeing it, then go ahead and fight."
"Understood. Warchief." Damak glared at the frightened idiot and yelled, then bowed deeply to Thrall and stepped back.
After a while, most of the chiefs filed out, leaving only Varok and Vol'jin.
Thrall looked at the tide of orcs outside the window, suddenly sighed, and said behind him: "Wo'jin, I'm telling you a joke."
"Warchief, thank you for your hard work." Vol'jin bowed.
"I once hoped that when our tribe and the human-led alliance could understand each other, they could coexist peacefully in this world. Now that I think about it, I was still too naive. The goodwill we released was not enough to make up for the orcs' crimes in the Eastern Kingdom.
The crime of killing and pain caused by this. And the tribe does not have enough power to deter the increasingly powerful alliance."
Wojin thought about it for a while: "Although this will be very dangerous, dignity is indeed gained by fighting, not by forbearing."
"Alas, the test of this world for the Alliance is too weak, and their leader is too strong." Thrall recalled the face that still felt too young to this day, and felt incredible to himself.
If he were from a human standpoint, he really wouldn't have thought of any possibility of breaking the situation.
It was when faced with McDonald who seemed to be trustworthy and righteous, but was actually aggressive behind the scenes, that Sal felt that there was nothing he could do.
Doesn't he understand that bringing in a large amount of foreign aid at once will weaken the prestige and control of his great chief?
Of course he understands.
But he had no choice.
His forbearance was rewarded by the Alliance's advance, which made him lose a lot of points in the eyes of ordinary orcs who believed that force was everything and would not give up until they hit the wall.
If the alliance changes to an older leader, maybe Thrall will still want to outlast the opponent.
McDonald's was not much older than him, and he was more experienced in deploying troops. How could Thrall wait?
Thrall was willing to wait, but he was definitely not willing to sit still and wait for death.
This is Sal's choice!
On November 11, the Alliance received reports of tribal incursions at the same time in three locations: the Shade Fortress and the newly built Crossroads Fortress in the Barrens of Kalimdor, as well as the Golden Sword Port in the Tanaris Desert in the south.
The Stonetalon Mountains next to Ashenvale also received reports of a large number of orc infantry entering the mountains.
On the tower of the Linyin Fortress, Rivendell looked at the smoke and dust rising in the distance through the telescope, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
That’s right!
The tribe's military was at its peak.
There are tens of thousands of orc soldiers who look like moving metal thorns, as well as huge and thick strange tanks, which are not easy to mess with at first sight.
Of course, the painting style is still the same.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Lok'tar—"
I don't know how many orc warriors were holding up bloody... wild boar heads!
You read that right, when these tribes came out of Feralas and passed through the southern Barrens, they killed the quilboar who came out from the Razor Highlands to cause trouble.
Large quilboars can be more than two meters tall, and ordinary quilboars are about 1.5 meters tall. Their biggest characteristics are their strength and poor brains.
If the Alliance had not retreated, these wild boars would have attacked the Alliance's position as soon as they left.
As soon as the league forwards left, these guys with no sense of direction immediately got lost in the middle of nowhere.
Perhaps Nathanos had hoped that these idiots would cause harm to the Alliance military, but as their brains twitched, everything was gone.
Unexpectedly, they would be slaughtered by the new tribe passing by.
This has to be said to be a kind of irony.
Ouch, the soul of the wild boar god Agamaggan is crying!
"Pfft." A knight next to Rivendell couldn't help laughing.
Unexpectedly, he was slapped on the helmet by Rivendell: "Why are you laughing!?"
The generals below immediately fell silent.
"This is called [killing chickens to scare monkeys]. The tribe is threatening us."
"What should we do? Has the declaration of war been released?" the deputy asked.
"Not yet." Rivendell shook his head: "I have been strictly ordered by my lord not to fire the first shot."
"It's so frustrating." A knight muttered softly.
Rivendell rolled his eyes at the young knight: "You brat, you know nothing. My lord has led the army for ten years and won every battle. That's why he got the title of [Alliance God of War]. Follow my lord, and you will never
Just don’t miss it.”
The young man also panicked: "No, I, that... is..."
"Needless to say, if my guess is correct, these muscular idiots are destined to be cannon fodder. My Lord is not even willing to let these idiots die under our cannons."
…
The scene of the Horde army's invasion was, of course, simultaneously transmitted to every leader of the Alliance Throne Conference.
In the fortress of Stratholme City, McDonald's turned his head and took a bite of the peeled grapes offered by Kalia, and then took a sip of warm tea.
Then he caught a glimpse of Queen Xi sitting next to him with her back to him, as if she was sulking.
McDonald's didn't tolerate her.
He himself didn't even understand who he and Queen Xi were.
Instead, Tyrande's communication came over: "Where did the Horde get the 100,000 soldiers?"
"From another world."
In a sense, the Horde is also a loser. Even according to the original history, how many orcs can escape from the prison of Guohold Castle?
Thousands? Ten thousand? There can't be millions of captives. Who can afford to feed them?
Crossing the Endless Sea all the way west to Kalimdor, there were only a few people. Then, a [Burning Crusade] immediately joined the orcs from Draenor's hometown, and both the population and the strength of the army suddenly increased.
