Anomaly Of Warcraft

In the mountains of the Hinterlands and Arathi, the chief patriarch of the Witherbark troll quietly scanned the Witherbark clan people present before sitting on the campfire.

In this season, the night in the mountains has begun to freeze, and every time the speaker shouts, it brings out a burst of white air, which sets off the murderous aura of the whole scene.

"Patriarch, have you forgotten the tragedy of Shaderaro? The opportunity is right here, the tribe, join the tribe, and regain everything we have lost!"

"The great patriarch, we must let humans and elves understand that the trolls are the masters of this land, and we must act."

"But the evil branch trolls and the evil tooth guys have joined the tribe of orcs, and we are also joining, doesn't it seem insignificant?"

"Because other clans have joined, we should join even more, otherwise would we be isolated?"

Looking at the most essential part of the Witherwood clan-the patriarchs, priests, witch doctors, and warriors of various branches arguing and quarreling together, the chief chief is not ugly, just quietly listening.

"Oka, why don't you express your opinion?"

In the end, the great patriarch found Oka shrunken into a fire to keep him warm. Today's top manager of Shaderaro City, Oka, was dubbed by the tribe as the "Buy Lord" Oka.

"Because the people don't want to hear my voice." Oka replied.

Because the patriarch spoke, the others gradually calmed down.

"But I want to hear your voice." The chief patriarch changed his posture to make himself more comfortable.

So Oka pulled away the bear skin that was draped on his body and stood up.

"The chief patriarch, although I hate humans, I admire the guy named Carlos very much. From him, I want to understand a truth." Oka said slowly, pacing around the campfire.

"The teachings from the enemy are always so unforgettable, what a painful comprehension, let everyone listen to it." The chief patriarch seemed very interested.

"A war for hatred can only bring more hatred, and is of no benefit to the Withered Wood clan." When Oka said this, his eyes were fixed on the flames, and the flames dyed his eyes red.

"What a joke, have you forgotten Shadraro's war? Humans are here for revenge." The opponent shouted loudly.

"In the beginning I thought so too, so we lost, and we lost miserably, miserably." Oka didn't care if someone opposed his point of view, and continued.

"Do you know? Until we lost such a war, until I bought Shadraro with Sands, until I redeemed my own people with gems, until I bought supplies from humans, I suddenly I think my first half of my life was a joke." Oka's voice suddenly became agitated.

One, two, Oka Kai Shikai removes his own arms and takes off his own equipment.

The inner armor forged with stainless steel, the skirt lined with the lock, the hunting knife forged with mythril stack, the spear with a steel core and sheath...

Pieces of equipment that look ordinary on the outside are actually good things with a lot of things inside. Compared with other Witherbark trolls, Oka's equipment is almost luxurious.

"Look at this hunting knife. In order to make it look less conspicuous, the group of humans has been dulled at nearly three times the cost. Look at this spear, forged with twisted steel. Don't ask me what it is. I don’t know how to twist steel, but I used this spear to challenge the Grumpy Bear King. Its bones were broken and the spear was not deformed. Look at these armors again.” As he said, Oka smashed his fist. . "It's intact, can you see it?"

"After withdrawing troops from the humans, the dwarves used the fortress left by the humans to get stuck in Shadralo. Because I did not counterattack the dwarves, many people laughed at me as a coward and a coward. But they didn’t know that we needed to resume production. The seeds of life, all the materials needed for life, come from the Dwarf Fortress."

After Oka finished speaking, the scene suddenly got a little out of control, and everyone started talking, expressing strong doubts about everything they had heard.

"Be quiet, let Oka continue." The chief patriarch said, quickly calming the scene.

"The great patriarch, to join the tribe, what do we need to pay, and what can we get? Is it all worth it?" Oka asked the patriarch, but the people who were present glanced over.

"If we don't join the tribe, what will we lose, and what will we miss?" No response from others, Oka continued.

Although the weather turned cold, Oka's naked upper body, who had been near the bonfire, oozes sweat, making the scars all over his body look more hideous.

"Everyone, I know that you arrange me behind your back and slander me in your conversation. But, I, Oka, this coward in your mouth, made Shadralo rejuvenated in just a few years, fellow in the mountains. Who of us has not accepted Shadraro’s gift?"

After speaking, Oka first explained to the patriarch on one knee: "I am not bragging about my achievements, I just want to use these to illustrate a problem."

"Continue." The patriarch nodded.

"Everyone, the Withered Wood clan is out of date, and the trolls are out of date. Everyone only remembers that our ancestors once ruled this land, but they have forgotten how we were driven into the forest."

After speaking, Oka ignored the hundreds of eyes that glared at him.

"Join the tribe, defeat the alliance, kill all the humans and elves, and then? Then surrender to the orcs? surrender to Zul'aman or the Sinsalor led by the crazy Hex? Or do you arrogantly think that the Witherwood clan can already override Above all the trolls?"

After Oka finished speaking, some people at the scene got up angrily and prepared to beat someone, but some people listened and fell into deep thought.

"Get out if you have enough trouble, Oka, continue." The prestige of the chief patriarch frightened everyone, and the scene fell silent again.

"Patriarch, what I say next may be a bit ugly, but I hope everyone present can let me finish." Oka made a request.

"Yes, everyone is not allowed to speak until Oka finishes speaking." The chief patriarch agreed.

"The defeat of Shadraro is not a good thing for our Witherbark clan."

Just the first sentence, the scene was a little commotion, but under the oppressive gaze of the chief patriarch, no one dared to speak out.

"We who were defeated suffered heavy losses, but we also gained valuable recuperation time. The Evil Branch clan also suffered damages, and coupled with the deterrence of the great patriarch and their generation, our fights with other troll clans have been reduced. And the dwarf fortress, which many people dislike, is a good thing, with all due respect."

As if the stimulus was too much, the resistance of the trolls present had improved. Upon hearing Oka's next remarks, the reaction was not as great as before.

"In the past, we had to guard against the dwarves, and the dwarves should also guard against us. Every year, the patrols of both sides have to fight each other more than a dozen times. We don't mention the casualties of the dwarves in a year. The Witherwood clan is on this meaningless battlefield. At least two hundred people were sacrificed. Those are our precious people. Now, with that damn fortress, the dwarves have a sense of security, as long as they defend the fortress, that group of dwarves’ patrols will not leave the fortress now. Thirty Here, the pressure on our side is also much smaller. In the past three years, fewer than 50 warriors have died because of conflicts and frictions with the dwarves."

After listening to Oka's words, many trolls seemed very surprised. They had never calculated these data.

"Those greedy humans even bypassed the dwarves and traded with us. Is it ironic that they captured Shadralo, plundered Shadralo, and then traded with Shadralo."

Under Oka's narration, more and more trolls feel an illusion of absurdity.

"Then they succeeded, I realized the benefits of trade, I realized the tangible benefits, and I saw a wider world. Any hatred, any doctrines are false, any promises, any friendships are false, Except for the Witherwood clan, I no longer believe in anyone else, except for the one I get, I no longer believe in any promises."

The more Oka said, the more excited.

"I probably understand what you mean, so what do you think of the request made by the orc messenger?" the chief patriarch asked.

"Join the tribe, no talk, lead the way, you can." Oka replied.

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