Wo'jin stroked his fangs, showed off the precious diamond he had just replaced, and smiled slyly:
"Etrigg, if you sincerely ask for advice, I will teach you the truth. Throughout the history of the orcs, they have always been scattered in the form of clans and have never been unified. Do you know why?"
Eitrigg scratched his head, expressing confusion.
Wojin chuckled: "The orcs are different from the trolls. They only recognize the chief and unite around the chief. Although the chief's power is unlimited, it also limits the size of the clan. Once it exceeds a certain number, it will split.
I know this very well. The two hundred thousand orcs in Orgrimmar are already the limit of the clan."
After hearing this, Eitrigg suddenly understood and asked curiously: "Is there a solution?"
"Of course there is." Vol'jin said proudly: "Our troll Zandalari tribe and Amani tribe have established huge empires with a population of more than ten million. They relied on their belief in the Loa god to unite their tribesmen.
Together, but this has a flaw, the Loa will put the king into an embarrassing situation and take away most of the king's rights."
Eitrigg understood: "It means that the savior is unwilling to give up the absolute power in his hands, so the orcs in Orgrimmar can only maintain their current scale."
Vol'jin looked around carefully and lowered his voice: "Etrigg, don't say this nonsense, otherwise you and I will both lose our heads. I tell you this truth so that you can serve Thrall with all your heart.
Don't ever have any doubts, millions of orcs must die, you can't be merciful."
"Do you think I am that kind of person?" Eitrigg laughed.
Vol'jin whispered: "I have secretly observed that there are many talents among millions of orcs, and some elites are far better than King Saurfang. If you are soft-hearted for a moment, even if you let a few orcs go, it will be detrimental to you and me. I miss you.
I don’t want to be replaced by others and become a helpless and humble veteran, spending his old age miserably.”
Eitrigg was startled and turned pale.
Among those millions of orcs, there were indeed a few who had good personal relationships with Eitrigg.
There was even an ambitious orc who tried to win over Eitrigg to launch a mutiny, replace Thrall, and make Eitrigg the leader.
Eitrigg knew very well that no matter in terms of ruthlessness or methods, he was far inferior to Thrall, and it was difficult to control the position of warchief, so he hesitated.
In the Dark Temple, Akama betrayed Illidan and got nothing.
Eitrigg could not follow in his footsteps, so he put away all his cunning thoughts and wiped the sweat from his forehead:
"I will definitely complete my mission as the savior, and I will do whatever it takes to do it."
Vol'jin nodded with satisfaction: "Etrigg, the Vashj troops in Zangarmarsh have been defeated. The main forces are the spore people and the fungus giants? The fungus giants are unruly and can only be suppressed by force. The spore people can take
Huairou's method of differentiation, remember? We have to hand over Zangarmarsh to Jaina completely for sacrifice? There cannot be one person missing."
"I've learned a lesson." Wo'jin hurriedly bowed and thanked him.
Millions of orcs passed through Terokkar Forest and entered Zangarmarsh? This march was not a beautiful one.
The orc army hurriedly withdrew from the Black Temple, receiving nothing and not even enough food to eat along the way.
Of course, this is not a problem for the orcs.
According to the fine tradition of the orcs, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the team are slaughtered to serve as military rations.
It can not only fill the stomach, but also remove waste from the orcs and enhance their average quality.
Although Galaya is a female orc, she is as tall and strong as an ogre.
When I was young, I had an adventure. I ate a crystal from the heart of a blue dragon, but instead of dying violently, I gained the power of the blue dragon.
Coupled with his fiery temperament, decisive killing, and uniting a group of orc heroes around him, he became the strongest force among millions of orcs.
After entering Terokkar Forest, the orcs who were short of supplies had a dispute, and leaders of all sizes gathered together to discuss.
Most of the orc leaders suggested marching into Nagrand. The land in Nagrand was fertile and suitable for farming, and it was a base for achieving hegemony.
There are also a few radicals who suggest attacking Shattrath City and plundering it.
Only a few leaders believe that they should be loyal to Thrall and enter Zangarmarsh, and Gaelaya is the most insistent among them.
In the end, no one could convince the other, and millions of orcs were about to be divided.
Gaelaya stood up and said with raised eyebrows:
"The great savior Thrall has dedicated everything to the orcs. The battle of the Black Temple has demonstrated the majesty and dignity of the orcs. Why do you have doubts about Lord Thrall's decision. I don't want anyone to march into Zangarmarsh.
be opposed to."
An orc leader retorted: "In the Black Temple, we sacrificed tens of millions of our compatriots, but what did we get? We were expelled from Shadowmoon Valley like garbage. This is all Thrall's fault."
"absurd."
Galaya flew into a rage, grabbed the leader's head with both hands, and gave him a strong force.
The hard orc skull made a crisp sound, and the orc leader fell softly to the ground.
"To speak ill of Thrall, the savior, is to be an enemy of all the orc clans. Thrall's decision is always wise and cannot be doubted. The savior stands on a high place and can see further, but you are just a group of people hiding behind and criticizing the savior.
The villain." Galaya looked around fiercely, scaring the other leaders into silence.
An experienced orc general said tactfully: "King Gaelaya, we dare not doubt the great savior, but the environment in Zangarmarsh is dangerous. What should we eat and drink?"
Gaelaya glared fiercely: "The great savior has profound wisdom, and this move must have profound meaning. I believe that Thrall, as an orc, overcomes all difficulties. It is our tradition. There is no difficulty that cannot be overcome."
Faced with Gaelaya's aggressiveness, the four orc leaders communicated with each other with their eyes and formed a temporary alliance.
Four orcs stood calmly, surrounding Gaelaya in the center.
These four orcs each have their own adventures.
One of them grew blue dragon scales, and the other had blue dragon horns, allowing him to use blue dragon magic.
Of the other two leaders, one devoured the heart of the evil orc in the Black Temple and gained the power of evil.
The last one got a weapon, a two-handed sword exuding the power of fire.
Everyone knows each other's strength very well, and these four leaders joining forces are more than enough to defeat Gaelaya.
Gaelaya didn't care, with a confident look on his face:
"Why, just because you want to challenge me."
The orc with blue dragon scales was the first to attack, slashing Gaelaya's back with a sharp battle ax.
Gaelaya turned around quickly and caught the sharp battle ax with her bare hands.
The orc holding the flaming sword moved and lowered his body to attack Gaelaya's lower body.
Gaelaya kicked out, and the orc hurriedly dodged to avoid it.
"Tremble before me."
The orcs who gained the power of evil energy entered a violent state, with evil energy spreading all over their bodies, and they rushed towards Gaelaya.
Seeing that Gaelaya was unable to resist, suddenly Gaelaya's fat body was shrouded in a purple shield.
The battle ax struck the shield, but the shield was undamaged.
Gaelaya grinned ferociously, opened her big mouth and bit his throat.
"Arcane energy, how can you get magic from a blue dragon?"
The orc with the blue dragon horn cannot remain calm.
Although Gaelaya swallowed a crystal from the blue dragon's heart, very few orcs have magical talents, and the power of the blue dragon only gave her a strong body.
"Because justice can defeat all evil."
Galaya bit the Fel Orc's throat, looking ferocious.