When the Tauren Chief Kane heard the news, he was both happy and worried.
"Father, what's wrong? Isn't it better for the Alliance to help us? Our people can't get rid of the blame." Kane's young son Bain Bloodhoof, who was just twelve years old, asked his father in confusion.
"You little calf..." Kane lightly punched the two-meter-tall boy in the chest: "Things are not as simple as you think."
"I don't understand, so I asked dad!"
"Don't tell me what I said." Kane said solemnly, staring at his son with a pair of bull's eyes bigger than a copper bell.
"Yeah." Bain nodded.
"I...may have let the tauren join the wrong organization..." Kane finally poured out the anguish in his heart over the years like pouring out bitter water.
I first joined the tribe because I felt that the folk customs of the orcs and trolls were similar to those of the tauren. We were all nomads, and we also had common enemies such as centaurs. From cooperation to falling into the trap, it was almost a matter of course.
Thrall is indeed a great leader, and he treats the tauren and trolls fairly.
What Kane didn't expect was that all the orcs, including Thrall, avoided talking about one thing - they had provoked a super powerful world-class organization [the Alliance], and they were the first to invade the world of Azeroth.
They attempted to exterminate the humans, dwarves, and gnomes before forcing the other parties to join forces. In the end, the orcs were counterattacked by the alliance and were driven out of the Eastern Kingdom continent across the sea.
After knowing this, Kane has been worried.
Especially after knowing that the leader of the alliance was holding an antler sword, Kane felt even more guilty.
According to legend, 10,000 years ago, a night elf warrior armed with an antler ax slashed the evil god Sargeras and repelled the Burning Legion, thus restoring peace to Azeroth.
Tauren and night elves have always believed in the power of nature, and worshiped Cenarius, the king of the forest, and Malorne, the white deer god, as their common gods.
The former Tauren Archdruid personally confirmed from Cenarius that the warrior back then was not a night elf, but a human who had magically traveled through the past.
And that human being was recognized by the moon goddess Elune as her chosen god.
After hearing and then seeing the antler sword of Macdonken Stratholme, and then seeing the attitude of the night elf high priest Tyrande, and knowing the power of the Bronze Dragon King, Kane confirmed this.
This is very uncomfortable.
The tauren were completely tricked by the orcs and taken to the ditch. Just because of the small enemy of the centaur, they inexplicably got into trouble with the alliance that had a blood feud with the orcs and trolls.
That invincible torrent of steel and those strong men capable of killing the evil god are simply not something that the tauren can fight against.
If God gave Kane a chance to choose again, he would never let the tauren join the tribe.
But if he withdraws from the tribe now, he is tantamount to betraying the covenant. Not to mention whether he can turn around and join the alliance, first the tauren will have to face the wrath of the orcs.
The tauren who have suffered heavy losses now cannot withstand the Iron Horde's offensive.
Kane rambled on about his bitterness to Erzai, who didn't know much about it. He actually didn't expect Erzai to understand, but the upright Brother Niu really had nowhere to express his distress, so he could only use this to calm his mood.
"My son, swear! You swear to me that you will never tell anyone what my father said today."
"Dad, I swear in the name of my ancestors!"
Who knows, here Kane has finished complaining, and over there the guard reports Thrall's visit.
Brother Da Niu was so frightened that his face turned pale.
This...this is what happened!?
It was clearly early winter, and Kane was sweating profusely.
But Thrall came, and he came in a dignified way. He got on the Ox-Power Elevator in Thunder Bluff, and came with nothing but two guards.
Extremely magnanimous!
"Thall, the chief of the tribe, came to visit Kane, the tauren chief -" Thrall himself completed the 'roll call' with a strong voice of 150 decibels without the need to pass the call.
The more magnanimous he was, the more guilty Kane felt.
"Warchief..." Kane bowed deeply and took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I know it was wrong of me to ask Hamuul for help from the Alliance. I am willing to take all responsibilities. But the other tauren are innocent.
Just a bunch of poor people dying of hunger."
Denial is impossible.
When he asked Hamuul to try it, Kane never thought that he could hide it.
The tauren's physique is there. He is easily over two and a half meters tall. He has to ride a kodo weighing more than a ton when traveling far away. The ground is shaking wherever he goes, so he can't hide it from anyone.
The racial talent gives the tauren an exaggerated health volume, which also eliminates the possibility of becoming a thief.
Think about it, let a cow's hoof be as big as a pair of tweezers to steal something...
Well, this painting style is so beautiful.
Kane just didn't expect Thrall to come so quickly.
When Thrall saw Kane's confession, the first reaction on his face was a bitter smile: "Chief Kane is right. Even if he is wrong, it is me, the war chief, who is wrong. I brought the tauren into the tribe. Not only can I not give him anything,
The tauren want a better life, but they have dragged you into endless wars, and you cannot even guarantee basic food."
"No, no, no, the Scourge is the enemy of all living things."
For a moment, the two big men looked at each other sympathetically and began to confess, making the scene a bit messy.
Kane gritted his teeth: "Warchief, no matter how much food the Alliance gives us this time, I will give half of it to New Orgrimmar."
"No! Please believe me. Although McDonald is a man who abides by the rules, he will never take advantage of the orcs. So whatever he gives, the tauren can keep it for themselves." Thrall looked up at the sky outside Thunder Bluff, a little confused.
Sad.
"That……"
"This is the sin of our fathers, and we should bear it. As long as the tauren can continue to multiply, I will be happy. We will handle the matters in Feralas ourselves."
Kane's face was so stiff.
He knew that from this moment on, whether he wanted it or not, the relationship between the tauren and other races in the tribe would definitely be worse than before. Even if they were harmonious on the surface, there would probably be resentment in their hearts.
That's how people are. It's okay if everyone is hungry. Why should you tauren be hungry while we orcs and trolls are full?
New Orgrimmar can't survive this time, so it's a good thing they disbanded the tribe. If the tribe survives, maybe the tauren will suffer.
On the other hand, Kane has no choice.
He knew very well that the tauren were short of food, and the orcs were even more in need. The orc refugees, who had always eaten meat, were already chewing tree bark all over the mountains and plains of Feralas.
As for the bugs that flew past before, well, they were all eaten up long ago.
Kane was confused and didn't know how he finally sent Thrall away.
At the foot of Thunder Bluff, an elite team led by Varok and Vol'jin saw Thrall coming down and immediately came over to greet him.
"How?" Vol'jin asked nervously.
"At least it's stable."
"Oh, it's not Kane's fault."
"I know."
"But about the lack of food..." Wojin said with a sad look on his face: "The Alliance will not lend us food."
Thrall answered the question: "I heard that the Darkspear trolls are all great hunters."
"Of course, whether on land or in water." Wo Jin patted his chest.
"I know there is another place where there is food."
