"[Our world]!" Varok Saurfang's voice was almost whispering at this moment. How could he sound like a macho man with heavy troops and a decisive killing force!?
There is no Draenor in the eyes of the orcs. That is not the name of the orcs. The orcs will only call their hometown in such simple and straightforward terms.
Twelve years!
Unknowingly, I have been away from my hometown for twelve years!
Except for the orcs who came from the Iron Horde, all the orcs from the tribe came from the Draenor expedition before the first batch of orc babies had fully grown up after the war.
Thrall stumbled through the portal. When he stepped onto the muddy land opposite the portal, he ignored the dirt and grabbed the mixture of mud and fungal tissue. He put it on his cheek affectionately and felt it.
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"This is...Zangarmarsh, right? How did it become like this?" Beast King Rexxar was confused.
Their hometown has changed so much that many orcs no longer recognize it.
There used to be five super lakes in Zangarmarsh that were as vast as the sea. They were probably similar to the Dongting Lake in China. From a distance, they were endless, and it was no problem to catch a boat.
Today, the giant mushroom plants are still overwhelming in our field of vision: these poles are often hundreds of meters high, and the umbrella tops cover a space the size of several football fields. The giant mushrooms are a bit like the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, but they are no longer under the feet.
As far as the eye can see, the lake is filled with mud.
The tribe leaders quickly reached a consensus.
"We should have at least a million of our compatriots living in this world, and we must never abandon them!" This is a tribe with orcs as the core. Thrall's decision is understandable, and even the orcs from the Iron Tribe from different worlds have no objections.
This is not only a search for compatriots, but also a great opportunity for the tribe to make a comeback.
The tribe's current population is too small, and it can only rely on the temporary support of the Iron Horde to survive against the Alliance, but to fight against the Alliance, population is indispensable.
And if this sudden emergence of the Dark Portal can be maintained, maybe 'our world', which still has oil and water, can provide a relatively stable source of food for the tribe?
Now here comes the problem - Thrall wanted to return to his hometown to explore, but he was stuck.
The only way for the tribe to travel from Feralas to Silithus is by airship.
I know everything about goblins.
After going back and forth, there are only five or six airships that can still be used, which are increasingly unable to meet the travel needs of the tribe.
It is impossible to travel by land.
In the past year, the Alliance once again launched a pincer offensive. From time to time, the Alliance of Shade Fortress blocked the Southern Barrens on the pretext of cleaning the main body of the fallen Naxxramas Fortress. At the same time, Stanthor of Golden Sword Port
Mu's First Army was dispatched again, repairing part of the Tanaris Desert Railway that had been previously destroyed, taking control of the northern part of the desert, and extending its claws back to the Un'Goro crater area.
Just two days later, two groups of goblins came to the door.
"I am the representative of the Goblin Steamsand Consortium."
"I am Gallywix, owner of the Bilgewater Cartel."
The two goblins said in unison: "In terms of fighting against the alliance, I think we have a lot in common."
Goblins from two major factions came to visit, and the leader of one party came to visit. This kind of good thing was like a pie falling from the sky, which made Thrall feel dizzy.
Happiness comes so suddenly!
Vol'jin should be calmer and advised Thrall privately: "The goblins are the ones who really eat people without spitting out their bones. Warchief, you have to be careful."
Thrall smiled bitterly: "Do the tribe and I still have a choice?"
If the tribe wants to fight against the alliance, force is necessary!
Even if you can't open four or six, at least open three or seven, right?
The problem is that the tribe doesn't even have three, but only one.
The biggest factor that restricts the alliance from taking action against the tribe is actually not the strength of the tribe, but whether the alliance itself has food and whether other foreign enemies are invading.
Just two words for this—sadness.
Regardless of the fact that the tribe occupies six or seven provinces, or large districts, in the continent of Kalimdor. If they really want to fight, they may only be able to defend one or two districts in the end, or even be completely wiped out.
After Thrall and McDonald met in Golden Sword Port and knew that the hatred could not be eliminated, regardless of Thrall's will or not, the entire tribe embarked on the road of no return against the Alliance.
The tribe took in the blood elf rebels, and once again violated the taboo of taking in the Forsaken. Now there are two goblin groups, which is not bad. Anyway, these guys, like the orcs, are losers defeated by the Alliance.
Call them losers, no, the Avengers are not bad either.
Azeroth is huge, but it still can't accommodate two super alliances.
Even though he knew that the new races that joined the tribe were a bit of a trap, Thrall still couldn't refuse.
What he can do is to make the orcs, who are the backbone race, bigger and stronger. On this premise, Thrall will not be afraid no matter how many cheating races are added to the tribe.
Of course, Thrall couldn't tell Vol'jin face to face what was on his mind.
The tribe received the help of the goblins and began to dig holes and tunnels in the mountains between Feralas and Silithus. Hundreds of goblin airships suddenly appeared. Such a big movement could not be hidden from the Alliance.
McDonald couldn't help but dumbfounded: "Did I force the goblins to the tribe in advance?"
This is the inevitability of history.
Goblins do many evil things, and they are destined to become enemies with the Alliance.
It's just that it was so far in advance that McDonald was a little speechless.
Thinking about it, it seems reasonable. Historically, apart from the main cities of each race, each region must have been a stronghold for the alliance, and the tribes had at least one bunker and corresponding camp on the other side.
It's like getting half of everything.
Think about it, even the bed where you sleep has to be divided into Chu, He and Han. Does that mean that even your wife has to share half of it?
McDonald definitely couldn't stand this, especially the Eastern Kingdom Continent, which was simply trying to kill the tribes. If they could kill them all, they would not be driven away gently.
The Eastern Kingdom Continent is basically unified by the Alliance, and the cost is to drive the goblins, and more than one goblin company, to the tribe.
If Thrall really accepts garbage without any bottom line, maybe venture capital companies will join the tribe, which would be wonderful.
The tribe's actions became the biggest motivation for the alliance to send out all its troops.
Tyrande: "Now that the great night elf traitor Illidan Stormrage has come to Outland, the night elves cannot sit idly by and ignore it. We must find out where this traitor is as soon as possible and punish him to justice."
Magni: "And there are Fel Orcs strengthened by fel energy and demon blood? We can't just leave them alone, otherwise millions of Fel Orcs will come back and invade Azeroth (blocking the entrance to Ironforge)."
Varian: "Same as above."
When the Dark Portal came out again, Stormwind City and Ironforge were the first to be attacked. There is reason for the above companies to be anxious.
It was rare that McDonald was willing to go along with the situation and voted in favor.
These families unanimously agreed, so the Throne Conference became unanimous, and a full-scale war-level expedition was to be launched.
The only thing that surprised everyone was that McDonald actually proposed to fight in person, saying that the orcs had caused heavy losses to Lordaeron, blah blah blah.
