Jaina wanted five ancient turtles at once, and there was no room for bargaining. Eitrigg did not dare to make the decision without authorization, so he could only ask Jaina to wait and go back to discuss with Thrall before making a decision.
The capture of Rag City is related to the life and death of the orcs, and Jaina is sure to take Thrall.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Eitrigg left, Guardian Aegwynn said to Jaina: "You can't miss any of the five ancient turtles, but you don't want to go to Rag City."
Jaina was completely confused after hearing this, thinking that if she didn't help, how could Thrall be willing to pay the price of the five turtles.
Aegwin said calmly: "I was observing the movements of the elements in the Mage Tower this morning. The elements in Rag City stopped moving. It's interesting. These cavemen have talents and created the forbidden magic array."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jaina complained in her heart, but she didn't dare to say anything, and she was confused again. Forget it, let's inform Thrall to avoid delaying the important matter.
Thrall's army is floating on the sea on the backs of ten ancient turtles, facing Lag City in the distance.
"What are you talking about? There is a forbidden magic circle in Rag City." After receiving Eitrigg's report, Thrall's face twisted with anger: "The evil cavemen actually want to destroy Azeroth. What should we do?
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Vol'jin was also in trouble. Without the help of magic, the orc army was helpless against volley tactics.
"There is only one way now, try to negotiate with Emperor Lagrange, and it is best to form an alliance." Wojin tried to suggest, but soon felt that it was inappropriate.
Sure enough, Thrall yelled angrily: "How can our noble orcs negotiate with the humble cavemen and form an alliance with them? This is an intolerable shame."
Lage City is right in front of you. It is obviously impossible to bypass this city and land in the Scarlet Land.
Vol'jin had no choice but to look at other locations. The Tanaris Desert in the south or the Goblin-ruled Bilgewater Port in the north could all be targets for attack.
However, once the orcs are frustrated and give in, they can't even defeat the little cavemen and actively avoid the battle. Once they lose their vigor, I don't know how many races will be shocked and despised.
It will be much more difficult to gain a foothold in Kalimdor later on.
When all the generals were helpless, the Dread Lord Varimathras walked in from the outside. He looked at the people in the golden tent sarcastically: "They are indeed a bunch of wild beasts. Why, this little difficulty made you lose your way?
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Wo'jin lowered his head and said nothing. He was indeed at the end of his rope and couldn't think of a good idea. Thrall showed a respectful look: "Great Dread Lord, please give me a good idea."
Varimathras looked at the dining table in the center, where there was a living tauren, half roasted until golden brown. This was today's ingredient.
Varimathras skillfully removed a tauren arm and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil. Then he said with satisfaction: "The greatest thing in the world is to stand on the high ground of righteousness. Since the evil cavemen want to destroy
In the world of Azeroth, you orcs might as well unite with all the races in Azeroth and destroy them."
"joint?"
Vol'jin frowned, thinking about whom the orcs could join forces with.
After hearing this, Thrall was also puzzled: "Dear Lord of Fear, are we going to unite with the Zandalar Trolls or Jaina of Theramore? Without magic, I'm afraid even if the three parties join forces, they will not be able to defeat the evil cavemen."
Varimathras chuckled: "Stupid Thrall, let me ask you, which race is the most powerful in the world of Azeroth?"
Thrall answered without hesitation: "Of course it's the night elves."
Varimathras curled his lips and said: "You are not too stupid, then we will unite with the night elves, plus the tauren from Mulgore, the centaurs from Desolation, and the quilboars from the crossroads to attack together.
In Rag City, the cavemen are getting stronger, and with the joint efforts of these major races, they will inevitably turn into ashes."
Thrall and Vol'jin both looked confused when they heard this, unable to figure out the reason.
You must know that when the orcs landed on Kalimdor, it was these major races that were most threatened. The cavemen blocked the orcs' footsteps. It was too late for them to be happy, so how could they help the orcs in turn?
Thrall rolled his eyes and said: "The tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof is a coward. We have eaten so many tauren, and he can only shrink his head. With appropriate threats, the tauren will become ours."
Cannon fodder."
Vol'jin on the side added: "But the night elves will never help us, stupid centaurs and wild boars, I don't think they will lend a helping hand."
Varimathras laughed loudly after hearing this: "Vol'jin, I assume you are extremely resourceful, but you can't see through the fog. I can't guarantee the centaurs and quilboars, but the night elves will definitely be willing to lend a helping hand."
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"Can you please explain the rationale?" Wojin asked politely.
Varimathras looked around at everyone seriously and said eloquently:
"The night elves have always regarded themselves as the overlords of Azeroth. Now the cavemen have suddenly risen, and even we orcs have been defeated. For the night elves, the cavemen have become a potential threat, shaking the night elves' dominance and pride.
How could Tyrande and Malfurion be willing to live beneath the troggs?"
Wo Jin took a deep breath, suddenly understood, and nodded convinced.
Ethics, morality, justice, all are false under the premise of the survival of the race.
The cavemen easily defeated the orcs, but who knows if they will become more ambitious, turn their guns, and target the night elves to seize the dominance of Azeroth.
For a wise leader, potential threats must be eradicated.
Thrall also nodded with deep feeling: "Yes, the combat power displayed by us orcs is not enough to make the night elves fearful, but the strength of the cavemen, if allowed to develop, is enough to destroy the night elves."
Varimathras sat down, bit the tauren's throat in one bite, and gnawed on the delicious roasted ox head: "The delicious beef is really delicious. Tyrande is stupid and Malfurion is short-sighted. I'm afraid they still don't realize it."
Short of that, all we need to do is send a lobbyist to explain the stakes to them, and they will definitely support us."
Thrall rolled his eyes, who would be more suitable to send? He first looked at Wo'jin.
Wojin hesitated for a moment, and finally said helplessly: "Okay, let me take the trip and hope it will succeed."
Varimathras slapped Vol'jin to the ground and said with a ferocious smile: "You can't do that. You are just a dirty and sinister troll. The proud Tyrande despises you from the bottom of his heart. It is impossible for you to even meet her."
Vol'jin slowly got up and returned to his seat angrily. Varimathras was absolutely right. Tyrande and Malfurion had lived for more than 10,000 years and were older than the Darkspear trolls.
The history is even older.
In the eyes of these two people, the troll's life is like a flash in the pan, a lowly life like an ant.
The muscles on Thrall's face trembled: "It seems that only my savior personally takes action."
Varimathras shook his head: "Thall, you will only make things worse. If you want to convince Tyrande, you have to be a big man who is in a neutral position and speaks for us orcs, and this person
Must have a high status in Kalimdor."
Thrall and Vol'jin fell into thinking at the same time, is there such a number one person in Kalimdor?
"As the saying goes, gold coins and silk move people's hearts. Doras, the business queen of Kalimdor and the richest man, although she is a female orc, her business spreads all over the continent. Together with Tyrande, she is also known as Kalimdor.
Great Queen, if she comes forward, we will definitely succeed."
Varimathras stared at Thrall seriously: "There is only one problem left now. You must get rid of Doras, no matter what the cost." (To be continued)