Reid Blackhand thought for a long time and finally agreed with Thrall's opinion.
Unlike Eitrigg, Red Blackhand is a person who really does great things and can draw inferences from one instance to another.
"Not just the tauren, I also want to take the opportunity to unify Kalimdor, bring everyone under my command, and form a new tribe."
Sal looked surprised and thought for a long time:
"The time is not yet ripe, I advise you to think twice."
Red laughed loudly, with a look of disdain on his face: "Sal, why are you so timid? This is not your style."
Sal lowered his head and stopped talking:
"You don't understand..."
Thrall wanted to say that he had the support of Medivh and the Burning Legion back then, so he acted without fear.
Reid is just a speculator and may be abandoned by the Legion of Light at any time. He lacks a strong backing and should not have such big ambitions.
In the end, Thrall said nothing. It was not easy to convince an ambitious man.
Reid waved his hand, and the guards escorted a strong tauren and prepared hot pot utensils and Thrall's favorite sauce.
Sal was startled and shivered, thinking it was a deprivation meal.
Reid bared his teeth and said with a ferocious face:
"Thall, success or failure depends on this. In order to establish the new tribe, I hope you can do your best. As long as you are still useful, you will not die."
Sal breathed a sigh of relief, half-knelt on the ground, cupped his fists and said:
"I am willing to serve the great chief, and I will be a dog by your side."
Red was very ambitious and sent a messenger to discuss with Rom, not only to form an alliance, but also to unite the various tribes of Kalimdor to establish a new tribe.
Rohm was also an ambitious man and coveted the position of chief, and the two of them hit it off.
Therefore, Red sent a messenger, in the name of Orgrimmar and Thunder Bluff, to invite Durotan of Winterspring Valley, Mal'gok, the head of state of Gadgetzan, and Taran Zhu of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, to gather in the neutral city of Ratchet.
Rome and Red joined forces, but neither party could bear it and had no choice but to agree.
The five giants arrived, and the goblins of Ratchet City were very busy, preparing all kinds of delicacies.
Because Roma attended the meeting, the goblins did not dare to offend the Mulgore tauren and purchased 500 Highmountain tauren in advance.
The first person to arrive was the head of state, Margok. Because he was a great mage, he didn't even bring his personal guards, but only two personal servants.
Then Durotan of Winterspring Valley, wearing a snowman fur coat, went straight to see the head of state Margok.
The two discussed in the room for a long time and finally reached an offensive and defensive alliance.
Zhu Taran came next. As soon as he entered Ratchet City, he locked himself in a room and saw no one. He was extremely mysterious.
When the day came, Red and Rom came hand in hand. They talked and laughed along the way, holding hands like old friends.
It is hard to imagine that the two races had just experienced a war. More than a million Lightforged Orcs were killed, and the city gates of Orgrimmar were stained red with blood time and time again.
In the conference room of Ratchet City's most luxurious hotel, the five giants were seated respectively.
The meeting to decide the future of Kalimdor officially begins.
The sky is cloudless, and there is an inconspicuous hotel on the seaside of Ratchet City.
Robbie ordered a glass of morning dew wine and drank it slowly.
Two streets away is where the five giants gather. To ensure safety, these two streets have been put under martial law.
However, in the world of magic, there are no impermeable walls.
Across the table, Kel'Thuzad was preparing an elaborate magic circle. The crystal ball flashed, and the projection of the venue appeared in front of Robby.
The voices, faces, and faces of the five giants were all clear to Robbie, and Robbie felt like he was sitting there and listening.
The first person to speak was the convener Reid, sitting majestically in the master's seat as if he was already the chief.
"Everyone, Azeroth is facing a crisis. The Alliance is plotting to destroy Azeroth, especially the night elves. They have tried to kill us all several times. A few days ago, the Highmountain tauren were poisoned by the night elves...
..”
On the table, there were five golden roasted whole beefs, exuding an alluring aroma.
Bang bang!
Durotan was seen slamming the table hard, interrupting Red's speech:
"Shut up, we are not fools, let's leave it to deceiving those stupid people. We came all the way not to listen to your nonsense."
Reid frowned, and for the sake of important matters, he could only endure it secretly:
"Okay, then I'll be happy. Now our biggest threats are Durotar's new Lich King Chen Stormstout, and Azshara's kobold Holy Light Emperor. I propose that the five of us unite and kill them.
Destroy."
Zhu Taran frowned and said unhappily:
"Durotar and Azshara are the closest to Orgrimmar, and I am far away in Pandaria. What reason is there for me to go on an expedition for Orgrimmar?"
Rom stood up, his giant-like figure gave people a lot of pressure, and said loudly:
"Talan Zhu, what matters in Orgrimmar is Azeroth's matter. As a member of Azeroth, you have the responsibility to do your part. Don't you understand this?"
Zhu Taran immediately retorted:
"Tauren, I remember that you just ended the war with Orgrimmar, and the sky was dark and blood flowed like rivers. For the sake of Orgrimmar, you are the one who should be eradicated."
"Do you want to die, little Pandaren?" Rom roared.
Red quickly grabbed the furious Roma and explained to everyone:
"I just had a small friction with Thunder Bluff, it's nothing at all. Chief Rom is as concerned about the safety of Azeroth as I am."
The two heads of Head of State Margok mocked together:
"Don't put it so nice. We ogres are different from you orcs. We never mince words. Red Blackhand, you just want to be the chief."
Reid was stunned and blurted out: "I have absolutely no intention of doing so. This position of chief should be held by a highly respected person."
Durotan laughed:
"Well said, if we talk about being highly respected, even though I come from a different time period, in terms of seniority, I am your elder Red, so there is no one who is more suitable for the position of chief than me."
Reid was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to argue.
Rom stood up again and said nonchalantly:
"Red must become Warchief, and those who disobey die."
Head of State Margok said gloomily: "It seems that we must go to war. The tauren of Thunder Bluff are nothing more than this."
Bang!
Rom split open the table with his palm, brandished the blood-red rune spear, and roared loudly:
"Today I want to learn from Your Excellency your clever trick."
Not to be outdone, the head of state Margok raised his staff to cast a spell, and five roasted whole cows rotated around him:
"Come on, Tauren, I will roast you on the fire and eat you."
The atmosphere became tense and the negotiations were about to break down.
Red was secretly glad that Sal had expected this to happen and had made a response plan in advance.
"Everyone, the enemy has not been solved yet. We should not kill each other. I have a proposal. None of us will serve as the chief. A truly convincing hero will lead the overall situation and destroy the Holy Light Emperor and Chen
.Stormstout.”
Zhu Talan snorted coldly: "Could it be Thrall you are talking about? I am the first to disagree."
Reid shook his head: "Thall relied on domineering and killing to serve as warchief. Times have changed. This barbaric style must be eliminated. We need to elect a trustworthy person, the spokesperson of Azeroth, Magni Bronzebeard.