Ironforge, Magni. Bronzebeard clutched the letter sent by Thrall hard and let out a series of screams.
Brian Bronzebeard looked at his brother in confusion and asked in confusion:
"Thall's wishful thinking asked us to attack Icecrown Citadel together. How could we dwarves collude with the dirty orcs? Of course he refused."
Magni shook his head in disappointment:
"Bryan, you only saw the surface and didn't see the key point. Thrall's move is to check the loyalty of the alliance's tribes on behalf of the moon god Elune. If there is a traitor like the Lich King Arthas, then
We will gather the strength of everyone and destroy them like they did the Scourge."
Brian then realized that Thrall's invitation was a reminder, related to the life and death of the dwarves, and asked nervously: "Then what should we do?"
Magni's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Whoever is loyal or not depends on Thrall's words. If you want Thrall to say something nice in front of the moon god, you have to bribe him heavily. I thought that 200,000 orcs were killed in Icecrown Citadel, and the orcs and natural disasters
Both sides of the legion suffered losses, and coupled with the corruption of Orgrimmar's upper class society, the orcs' combat effectiveness was no longer what it used to be, so there was no need to worry about it. Unexpectedly, Thrall found a way to tide over the difficulties."
Brian's face became even more ugly, and he asked reluctantly: "How should we bribe Sal?"
Magni frowned. He is the secret guardian of the World Tree and the secret envoy of the moon god Elune. At this critical moment, he should support Thrall and set an example.
"The biggest shortage in Thrall is military rations. Let our children tighten their belts and reduce their three meals a day to one, so that the food can be sent to Orgrimmar."
Brian was listless and could only take orders. The orc soldiers came from the Cave of Time. There were as many soldiers as there was food, which meant that the number of orcs expanded again.
Magni's face turned pale with anger, and he had no choice but to order:
"In addition, I will mobilize 10,000 dwarf elites, and I will personally lead them to Northrend. Damn Thrall, I actually let him stand up this time. I am really unwilling."
In Stormwind City, the undead Varian rarely comes out to see people, and trivial matters are left to the officials of the Dove of Peace. However, the letter sent by Thrall is a big deal, and he has to report it to Varian.
Varian read Thrall's letter carefully. He did not have the political wisdom of Magni Bronzebeard and could not understand its secrets. However, he knew that Thrall's affairs must have the support of the gods behind the scenes. Stormwind City must not
Disobey.
"How many more troops can we raise?" Varian asked weakly.
The Dove of Peace official shrugged and said:
"Unfortunately, Your Majesty, there are no troops in Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest. Those damn farmers have all fled. Even the numbers of fish and gnolls have dropped sharply. My suggestion is to buy them from Booty Bay.
Troll slave."
Although this is just a drop in the bucket, it can be considered a good effort. The divine envoy should not blame him. Varian asked worriedly:
"But do we still have money?"
The official narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously:
"The goblins in Booty Bay have always coveted the Dusk Forest. Your Majesty, as long as you cede the Dusk Forest, the goblins will definitely send a large number of troll slaves."
In Stranglethorn Vale, the large number of trolls has always been a worry for the goblins, but the goblins who are not short of money hire adventurers to constantly capture these trolls and sell them as slaves to various places.
Varian shrugged weakly: "Okay, that's it."
Dusk Forest has long been separated from the rule of Stormwind City, and Night Town has secretly established a Night's Watch force. This is evidence of the betrayal of the Wrynn royal family.
It is very cost-effective to exchange them for troll slaves. As for the future conflict between the goblins and Night Town, let them resolve it themselves. Varian doesn't care.
Exodar.
Prophet Velen read Thrall's letter carefully, placed it solemnly in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and recited:
"Pure Holy Light, please listen to my prayer and guide me on the way forward."
In front of the surging holy light from the Seat of the Naaru, Velen's mood was peaceful, and the crystal in his hand seemed to be in harmony with the holy light, trembling with some strange rhythm.
Scenes of chaotic scenes appeared in front of Viren's eyes. The incoherent images were like broken mirrors. Viren carefully captured the information he wanted from them.
In a fragment of the future, Velen saw himself standing on the Frozen Throne, taking the Crown of Command from Thrall's hand, and the ferocious-looking Thrall showed a simple and honest smile.
"Prophet Velen, you are the eldest member of the Alliance and the Horde. You are highly respected. Only you are qualified to be the leader of the Scourge. There must be a Lich King."
The chaotic scene quickly disappeared without a trace. Velen opened his eyes suddenly and fell into thinking.
If you can become the Lich King, you can break the secret of death.
Finally he raised his head and said in a low voice: "Maraad."
Guardsman Maraad hurriedly came to Velen and asked piously: "Prophet, has the Holy Light given us any guidance?"
Of course Velen would not say that he was about to become the Lich King, but said tactfully:
"The Holy Light told me that this is a just cause. For the sake of Azeroth, we must fight side by side with the orcs and work together with Thrall, the savior, to fight against the evil Scourge."
Maraad looked at Velen in surprise:
"No, no, Prophet, have you forgotten that the orcs massacred us draenei? The draenei are scattered in the universe. The draenei killed by the Burning Legion is less than 1% of the draenei killed by the orcs.
One, you have hated Archimonde and Kil'jaeden for tens of thousands of years, how come you have forgotten the hatred of the orcs so quickly."
Velen's eyes widened and he said seriously:
"Times have changed, Maraad, and we must change accordingly. Thrall is different from the old tribe. I have never seen such a kind and noble orc. His heart is as pure as the Argus crystal."
Maraad looked at Velen dumbfounded:
"Prophet, I didn't expect these words to come from your mouth. You should be aware of what Thrall did. He is more cruel than the chiefs of the old tribes. I suspect that there is a demon controlling you."
Viren showed a displeased look and scolded loudly:
"Maraad, don't forget, I am the leader of the Draenei. I led you to escape from the world of Argus. Pass my order to mobilize five thousand Draenei warriors. In addition, let us keep our secret
Weapons take off."
That's half the draenei.
Maraad was used to obeying Velen, so he had no choice but to accept orders and leave.
Thunder Bluff.
Kane Bloodhoof carefully treasured the letter sent by Thrall, treating it as a treasure, and then summoned his generals. Kane looked solemn and said in a loud voice:
"When the centaurs trampled on our homeland, when our people were short of food and clothing, and at the critical moment when the night elves plotted to seize the crossroads, it was the great savior Thrall who saved us. As tauren, we cannot forget our roots.