Thrall finished his dinner, and a complete tauren lay on the dining table, with his internal organs gone.
"I heard that Garrosh would eat fifty tauren in one meal." Thrall said very dissatisfied.
Vol'jin showed a flattering expression: "Garrosh only eats the heart meat of tauren."
"Hmph, they are both the leaders of the orcs, why is there such a big gap?"
Looking at the dark and low sky outside the window, Thrall opened the door and took a walk with his hands behind his back. Wojin followed Thrall step by step and said:
"This idiot Velen failed. Five hundred orcs frightened him into defecting to Garrosh. He was hunted down by three Blackstone orcs. He took Anduin and escaped from Stormwind City. Even his shoes were gone. It seems that the Alliance
Will not participate in the war with Garrosh."
The war between Thrall and Garrosh was originally an internal conflict among the orcs, and it would be unwise to get involved at this moment.
But Thrall obviously didn't want the Alliance to watch the fire from the other side, and sneered: "It doesn't matter, I already have a suitable candidate, and the Alliance will soon become our loyal pawns and cannon fodder, piling up my path to the great chieftain with mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
Wo'jin's expression changed, and he couldn't figure out Thrall's plan, so he asked for advice: "Savior, who is the suitable candidate?"
"Jaina!" Thrall said while picking his teeth.
Vol'jin was stunned. Didn't Jaina die? She saw it eaten by Thrall with his own eyes. As we all know, the Jaina in Dalaran is fake.
Thrall snorted coldly: "It's not that difficult to find someone to impersonate Jaina. Even if Jaina dies, she still has to play a vital role for the tribe. Any fool who believes in Jaina should die."
Wo Jin said with admiration: "Lord Savior, you are so clever!"
Thrall looked slightly satisfied and solemnly announced: "In addition, we must fundamentally weaken Garrosh. Since the four Pandaria tribes have become Garrosh's lackeys, we will eradicate them one by one. Jin
Murlocs, hozens, pandaren, and bison, they have no right to live, and you should go to Thunder Bluff immediately."
"Thunder Bluff?" Vol'jin didn't understand.
Thrall said dissatisfied: "Bain, this guy, actually developed beef cattle and continuously provided Garrosh with military rations. We cannot continue like this and his bad behavior must be stopped."
Vol'jin lowered his head to think about countermeasures, and Thrall smiled sinisterly: "I have already thought of a strategy, you just need to follow it. Garrosh has a weakness, and that is that he is too suspicious."
In fact, Thrall is also very suspicious, which is almost a common problem among orcs, but now that Garrosh has the absolute advantage, Thrall has no choice but to trust.
Thunder Bluff!
Bain Bloodhoof woke up from his nightmare and saw a dozen tauren kneeling respectfully outside the chief's tent.
Since Baine became the warchief and copied the ways of the orcs, Thunder Bluff is no longer a simple tauren clan.
The hierarchy is strict and the classes are solidified. The tauren chief has absolute rights and can kill and seize at will. Some people have resisted, but unfortunately Bain is behind Garrosh, and the resisters have been brutally suppressed.
"Is something wrong?" Bain asked coldly.
"Dear Chief, something bad has happened. The beef cow can't stand up anymore." A tauren was lying on the ground and said tremblingly.
A shadow appeared on Bain's face, he grabbed the tauren lying on the ground, carried him to the edge of Thunder Bluff, and threw him directly.
Amidst the minotaur's screams, Bain waved his hand and said, "Let me go and have a look."
As the war became increasingly tense, the tauren also worked hard to breed beef cattle based on the snowflake beef and the Jinyu people's crazy breeding.
Beef cows are the product of magic. There are at least five cows in one litter. The gestation period is only one week and they can grow into cows in three months.
But it has low intelligence and almost zero combat effectiveness. It tastes extremely delicious, even better than snowflake beef.
It's just food for the orcs anyway, and its intelligence and combat effectiveness are negligible.
Bain rushed to Mulgore's breeding base and asked with concern along the way: "How many beef cattle can be produced in a month?"
The subordinate, walking on thin ice, replied: "Seven thousand beef cattle a month."
Bain's eyes widened: "This is not enough. Warchief Garrosh led hundreds of thousands of orcs to fight bloody battles on the front line, destroying the enemies who destroyed Azeroth time and time again. We Tauren must also show sincerity.
Come, reward the orcs with our flesh and blood, for the sake of Azeroth, all tauren must be ready to sacrifice at any time."
"Yes, yes, the chief taught me that."
Baine continued: "You should learn from Warchief Garrosh, his kindness, kindness, noble personality, and indomitable fighting spirit. You should also learn from the good qualities of other orcs, their understanding, and their selflessness.
, courageous dedication.”
Under Bain's endless teachings, the group arrived at the beef cattle breeding base.
A total of five thousand beef cattle are ready to be sent to Orgrimmar. This is a month's share. According to the rules, Bain must escort them personally.
Now something unexpected happened. More than half of the beef cows could not stand up. They fell to the ground with all four hooves like cows and made a mooing sound.
Except that the upper limbs are not hooves, they are no different from cows.
You must know that the orcs need tauren, not cows. How can we communicate with the orcs?
Bain was so angry that he grabbed the person in charge of the breeding base, punched him to the ground, then stepped on him with both hooves, performing war trample continuously.
Until the bull was trampled into a pulp, Bain suppressed his anger and cursed:
"A bunch of trash, the orcs fought bravely at the front, and shed blood and sacrificed their lives to protect Azeroth, but you can't even do this well. You have failed the warchief's expectations."
After venting his anger, Bain had no choice but to turn in the army rations. He had to leave as soon as possible. If the date was delayed, Bain could not bear the responsibility.
Bain could only take five thousand tauren on the road and rush to Orgrimmar.
Bain waited outside the General Logistics Office of Orgrimmar for five days and five nights, not daring to sleep, eat, or even drink.
The orcs in the logistics department finally completed the handover. One of the orcs yawned and walked out of the door, staring at Bain sideways:
"Tauren Chief, do you know you are wrong?"
Bain was uneasy and trembling with fear, but he was secretly glad in his heart.
The gifts that should be given have been given. Several officials in the logistics department have been playing cards and sent the beef cattle directly to the slaughterhouse without checking whether they were qualified.
"I know I was wrong." Bain said fearfully.
The orc punched Bain in the face and then knocked him to the ground.
Bain didn't dare to resist. He couldn't even protect his head and face with his arms. He could only lie on the ground and be beaten.
"You stupid tauren made me lose money. Why are you so stupid? You're a waste. You're a waste."
The orc punched and kicked him until Bain's head and face were covered with blood, and he didn't stop until he was tired.
"Go away, you stupid cow."
Torturing Bain once a month was the fun of the logistics department officials.
Bain was thankful that he had successfully passed through another level. He limped and said goodbye to the officials with a smile.