No matter which race, there are similar allusions.
Even if Thrall doesn't know much about economics, he also knows that the tribe is facing a desperate situation.
On the one hand, a hundred thousand troops had to continue to surround the natural disaster fortress on the other side of Taurajo, and on the other hand, hundreds of thousands of refugees were sitting idle in Feralas.
The situation has become extremely bad.
If the Iron Horde hadn't brought troops and weapons and even brought their own dry food every month, the tribe would have collapsed long ago due to the tribe's poor food supply and transportation.
As a price, Thrall had to accept the request made by the [Iron Horde].
The original words from the mysterious leader over there are as follows: "We are in a world that is about to collapse. There is no future here. We have always provided unconditional support to our compatriots. The biggest reason is that we hope that the Iron Horde can come to Azeroth.
world."
The only consolation for Thrall was that in addition to soldiers, there were also an equal number of refugees from fellow orcs who looked no different from 'our world (Draenor)'.
This in turn increases the burden on New Orgrimmar.
Primitive orcs, given a hunting ground, they can take care of everything themselves, and live and die according to their destiny.
Today's tribes pay more attention to fighting in large groups and are more closely connected with each other. If the warchief needs a capable army, the warchief must provide more.
This is a vicious cycle.
When Thrall asked Wo'jin to lead his men to fish in the sea opposite Feathermoon Fortress, Wo'jin was speechless: "Warchief, you, um, will the Alliance fleet there..."
Thrall stared at the east. The human leader with the mysterious smile was in the poetic fortress two hundred kilometers behind the mountains.
"I met Macdonken Stratholme once. He is a very thoughtful young leader. He is smart and not pedantic. Unfortunately, after talking to him, I really know that it is impossible for the Alliance to let go of its hatred against the orcs and trolls.
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When Thrall said this, Vol'jin's eyes dimmed. Strictly speaking, the Darkspear trolls are not the same thing as the trolls in the Eastern Kingdom. If we really count our ancestors, the ancestors of the night elves are also trolls.
Woolen cloth.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of most humans and high elves, trolls are just trolls.
Sal continued: "What surprised me was that McDonald was very insistent on the 'rules' thing."
"rule?"
"Yes! Especially the rules he set himself."
Wo'jin spread his hands and motioned for Thrall to continue.
"Since the year before last, the Alliance has had to complete the crusade against Blackwing Lair, Molten Core and the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj in one go. Several large-scale wars have caused their resources and manpower to be exhausted. At the same time,
In addition, Naxxramas destroyed the food production bases of the alliance countries, which makes the current alliance unable to launch a super war to annihilate the tribes."
Wo'jin Interface: "So the Alliance came up with a way to use the structure zone to consume the tribe?"
"Yes! I wasn't too sure before. Now it seems that the Alliance is really smart." There was a smile on Thrall's lips: "The Alliance and the Horde are destined not to tolerate each other, and it won't stop me from giving it a try. The so-called
How strong is the temporary alliance? I remember that the non-aggression treaty we signed lasted until Naxxramas was completely destroyed, right?"
"That's right!"
"Then let's try whether McDonald is what humans call a hypocrite or a real villain."
Door of Darkness In December of 2011, it was freezing cold.
When McDonald's went back to Stratholme City for the winter, and was teaching Kalia how to dig a well in a simple and easy-to-understand manner in the bedroom of his Duke's Mansion, he suddenly heard the news that over ten thousand trolls had jumped into the sea to catch fish.
He quickly ran to contact Feathermoon Fortress guard Shandis Feathermoon.
"Didn't those trolls get expelled?"
"We expelled us. We said this was our territorial waters. The trolls said they didn't see the border sign. Then they ignored our warships and submarines and continued to fish with various primitive tools." Shandis in the magic mirror
Angry on the one hand.
McDonald was speechless for a while, and it took him a few seconds to react: "I really do have you, Sal!"
In this era, national boundaries are very blurry.
Even if the quilboars just set up a stand in the wasteland and put a skeleton on it, they can still say that this is their own territory.
As for whether other races recognize or not, it is usually the person with the big fist who has the final say.
This was the reason why the tribe initially expanded its borders to Ashenvale.
This is not the case with territorial boundaries, let alone the concept of [territorial sea].
It’s not just a boast. Even if there is one, there are many ways to do it.
I said this sea area is mine, and you said "free navigation rights".
Why do longitude and latitude determine economic and sea power? It's a joke. Our tribe has no concept of longitude and latitude at all.
McDonald learned that none of the trolls had made it ashore, let alone approached Feather Moon Fortress, so theoretically they could not be said to have violated the Alliance's territory.
For some reason, McDonald's remembered a certain family of tough fishermen who went to the island country to catch fish. The boat was outside their coastal defense line, but it just rushed near the Maritime Self-Defense Force's warning line and made a gorgeous tail flick.
, and swung a twenty-kilometer-long fishing net along the ocean current, and once the net went down, all the fish roes and grandsons were caught.
"Damn it! Thousands of trolls and orcs are running into the sea, making a mess on the coral reefs on the seabed opposite Feather Moon Fortress. Leader, can't we open fire?" Shandis was full of resentment.
"This...is really not good."
After cutting off communication with Shandris, at the throne meeting, MacDonald said the same thing to the leaders of other countries and races.
"Even if it is a temporary non-aggression treaty, it is the will of all members of the alliance. If an organization that is maintained by order first breaks the order set by itself, then there will be no credible covenant in the world. The hidden traces of division
, will take root in the hearts of every leader, every soldier, and every civilian."
"This is not only for our own people to see, but also to tell countries and races that may join the alliance in the future that the alliance is a transnational and cross-racial organization that sincerely hopes to be fair and just."
His words were so majestic and grand that all the big guys couldn't argue with him.
Yes, temporary teammates are also teammates.
When the league is like an ugly country that sells off teammates and underlings at every turn, you are fine when you are strong, but once you show signs of weakness, all your teammates will want you dead.
Gene looked up: "Then what do we do?"
"Give the tribe an ultimatum and tell them to get out!"
On the second day when the Darkspear trolls went fishing together, Thrall unexpectedly welcomed Darion, the messenger of the Alliance.
"We are deeply disappointed with the combat power of the Horde. Please ask the Horde army in the Taurazu area to immediately give up enough fighting space to the Alliance. The Alliance will launch a decisive battle against the Naxxramas structural area in two days, and it is expected to be within three days.
End the fight."
Thrall's heart beat violently: "Then according to the previous agreement between the tribe and the alliance..."
Darien stood at attention and solemnly declared: "The temporary covenant of non-aggression between us will expire the moment the last leader of Naxxramas falls."
