Stormwind God

Compared with the alliance, the tribe is more severe, and human, material and economic are on the verge of collapse. The only luck is that instead of looting, the alliance raised the purchase price of minerals and other materials. In addition, the tribe's most scarce food and medicine are used as a direct exchange.

Materials can also shamelessly ask the alliance to ask. Vol'jin now feels like he's begging for food, and runs to the Alliance every day to ask for relief supplies.

But manpower doesn't work.

Unless all orcs are genetically modified to change races, it is impossible for Thrall to make hundreds of thousands of people in a short time.

There are 150,000 adult orcs, 50,000 tauren, and 20,000 trolls. The forgotten person claims to be more than 20,000, and the goblin is 38,000.

The total population of tribal adults is less than 300,000, not even a human kingdom.

To make matters worse, this figure still has a lot of water. Most of the tribes are rough, most of them are illiterate, it is good to count to three, and some cultural ones are going to be shamans.

Did you say that the shaman will be your aunt for the demographics?

This number was calculated by the helpless goblins and the forgotten.

Because tribal territories are simply vast and scarce in the standard sense, and the transportation is inconvenient, many villages do not contact the outside world for ten days and a half months.

Thrall knew only that the letter of help had been sent to Orgrimmar in snow, asking for people, for food, and for wood to build a house. Thal's head was big.

It was at this time that the alliance made a proposal that the tribe could not refuse, and jointly expeditioned the outer domain.

In Tanaris, a tribal withdrawal camp, Thrall and a group of chiefs welcomed Duke.

"Outland in our Alliance mouth, Draenor, 'our world' in your mouth, there are millions of your orc compatriots on it, don't you? If the tribe is willing to continue to work with the Alliance, kill Illidan as the leader The Burning Legion's partial division, the Alliance does not mind the tribe to emigrate orcs from outer regions to the tribal territory of the Kalimdor continent. We can even open the portal between the Dark Gate and Theramore to allow immigrants to arrive as soon as possible. "

When Duke said these words, he had a slight smile on his face from beginning to end, as if he was telling a trivial matter that had nothing to do with the league. That kind of ease made the tribal chiefs of Thrall, Woking and Orgrim jump.

His hometown is about to collapse, and the beast talents are forced to cross the Dark Door and launch the first Dark Door battle in an attempt to conquer the world of Azeroth ... Thrall has been listening to such stories since he was sensible.

The word 'our world' is far from strange to Thrall, and it seems to have a familiarity at hand.

Regardless of whether this can be attributed to the conspiracy of the Burning Legion, in the past twenty-five years, Gul'dan, who had controlled the tribe, abused the evil energy, made the orc's hometown suffocating, and the earth withered. The big death blew up his hometown again.

Just looking at the tragic images of the "Hellfire Peninsula" provided by Duke, the hearts of tribal leaders such as Thrall were bitter.

"It's more broken than it was then!" Orgrim made a voice like a nightmare.

Long ago, the old tribe assembled millions of troops, gathered in front of the dark gates, and wished to destroy all enemies with rough weapons and the strong body of the orcs.

unfortunately……

The past turned into a flash, and millions of troops died.

The past is over, and what is before the tribe is a choice without choice.

In private, every orc is a sibling, and Thrall can't abandon his compatriots and let them wait to die in a world that is decimating.

In the public, the joining of millions of orcs can definitely increase the strength of the tribe.

Any chief is good, and there is no reason for rejection.

After a few simple eye contact, the tribe has reached an internal consensus.

Thrall said in his strong voice: "It is the duty and obligation of the tribe to fight against the evil Burning Legion and save fellow citizens. The tribe will attack."

Duke nodded gently. "Good."

Then Duke's eyes looked like electricity, sweeping the audience. As long as the weak chiefs do not dare to confront Duke with elemental fluctuations and divine eyes, they bow their heads.

"I know the tribe still has doubts, isn't the alliance too good for the tribe."

"..." The wise man headed by Woking was silent. Only Woking raised his head and looked at Duke without fear.

Not only him, every chief is waiting for an answer.

Duke smiled chicly: "Everyone here, even the chiefs who have fought directly with the Burning Legion, may still have the impression of the Burning Legion when hundreds of thousands of demons swept Mount Hyjal?"

Grom and others nodded.

"I went back to the war of ancient times 10,000 years ago with the help of the Dragon King Nozdormu ..." Duke waved his hand gently, and a three-dimensional three-dimensional projection battle was immediately presented to the tribal chiefs.

Many "chiefs" took a breath on the spot.

They saw the extremely strong boar **** Agamagan, and with his fierce charge, he easily knocked a lot of demons and used his long fangs to tear everything that was blocking the charge.

South of the barrens in the heart of the tribal territory, there are two places, Razor Heights and Razor Marsh. Most of the tribal chiefs are aware of the fierceness of the wild boar and the boar.

When seeing Agamagan worshipped by the boar people, that kind of real cognition and feeling was far more shocking than other demigods.

However, such a seemingly invincible and powerful demigod, under the siege of tens of thousands of demons, eventually exhausted his physical strength and life, and was eventually beheaded by two junior void lords ...

Not only Agamamagan, but also the great white deer Marlon, known as the first **** of the wilderness of Azeroth, a large number of demigods died in the battle.

A five-minute video was quickly finished. In the large camp, only the howling of the Tanaris Desert resounded.

Du Keming was gentle, and everyone who was born a little felt that the voice full of puppet temperament sounded again.

"In the battle of antiquity, demigods were worse than dogs, and the strong walked around. Do you want answers? This is the answer. What about the alliance that allowed millions of tribes to enter the world of Azeroth? Just a few million more cannon fodder That's right! When the Burning Legion fully invaded, millions of tribes were cannon fodder, and tens of millions of alliances were also cannon fodder. You are cannon fodder, and me, a demigod, is also cannon fodder. In front of the absolute force of destruction, We make no difference at all. "

Somehow, Thrall and the chiefs' noses became heavy.