Stormwind God

Vol'jin looked pretty good, and Thrall noticed that Vol'kin still had the heart to make a carving of his fangs.

"Old friend, I'm so happy to see you in a good spirit."

"me too."

Woking gave Thrall an intimate hug.

At the beginning, Thrall opened his door and said, "You can't let the Horde and the Alliance have a full-scale war. I am going to launch MacGora to challenge Garrosh. I must stop Garrosh before he makes a bigger mistake. .I hope you can come back and help me after I take charge of the tribe again. "

Out of Sal's imagination, Vol'jin did not agree with a sip, but instead showed a sad expression: "Saar, times have changed."

"Uh, Woking, you ..."

"Thrall, have you ever looked at the cities of the league seriously?"

Thrall was shocked, and he didn't know what to say. It took a long time to answer in a deep voice: "Yes, but I was too anxious this time and didn't look carefully."

Woking asked: "Have you seen the alliance fifteen years ago? Or is it the alliance today? Even if you get back the throne of the chief, you can stop two million eager to fight, expand your territory, and get more. Orcs of resources? "

Thrall's heart throbbed, and he realized what Vol'kin wanted to say. He was still reconciled, gritted his teeth, looked up, and stared at Vol'jin: "It is my fault to give the chieftain's position to Garrosh, and now he leads the tribe to the dangerous cliff, and I cannot make a mistake Wrong again! "

Vol'jin did not answer directly, but instead went on to say in a series:

"The Alliance is very good with the Dark Spear Trolls, and they have promised that they can go anywhere outside the Alliance Territory at any time as long as the Dark Spear Trolls want to leave. Generally speaking, Dark Spear Trolls are not allowed to leave the station, but I Varian approved my application to visit all parts of the Alliance. He sent a paladin to guard me to prevent me from being attacked by an excessive blood elf. "

"In the past three years, I have been to many places in the Alliance. That's as a backward civilization chief, as a tribe, I have never enjoyed the treatment before. I went to Stormwind City of the Alliance, to Ironforge, except Outside the welcome Silvermoon City, I've been to all the Alliance's main cities, and to over a hundred Alliance cities. "

"I have come to the conclusion that the tribe has been completely opened by the alliance."

"While the tribal warrior was still wearing an iron axe and wearing iron armor, a twelve-year-old human boy had learned to use a rifle in military training popularized in urban and rural areas, and shot an orc outline target's chest thirty meters away. "

"Even a small village with only 500 people has three well-maintained steam tanks to arm the local area. Even the militiamen on patrol are professional."

"I'm on an alliance airship flight that can span six hundred miles in one day and one night. The cost is just the price that a farmer can earn for three days. I saw the most ordinary farmer on the airship. I also saw gorgeously dressed men. The only privilege is the soldier. "

"Although I have not seen any soldiers who abuse their privileges, the public respects them from the heart."

"Thrall, you and Duke came to power at the same time. You spent almost a decade trying to secure a vast territory for the tribe, but you couldn't upgrade the orcs and the entire tribe from the humble iron age to a stronger, Civilized race. "

"Duke spent the same amount of time, but has evolved the alliance into a powerful civilized union out of the earth."

"Such a powerful alliance will still allow backward tribes to continue to occupy vast territories and resources? No! No! It's like we cannot allow brutal centaurs to continue to exist in Durotar. Unable Endured wild boars continue to roam in the barrens. "

"The Alliance and the Horde finally have a battle. This time, it's just that Garrosh you chose gave the Alliance a huge excuse. Even if you grab Garrosh before the Alliance and overthrow him, then what? Do you think Du Is Mike Marcus a true saint? "

Speaking of which, Vol'jin opened his arms vigorously and leaned to the sky. He opened his mouth wide, made a roar, and shook Thrall's heart deeply!

"Don't make a mistake! He is the Stormwind Kingdom! The Stormwind Kingdom who was the worst poisoned by the orcs. Ask Orgrim! When the orcs swept through the Stormwind Forest in Elwynn, what did the orcs do? They They have robbed all human villages, and even rejected human beggars and surrenders, killing humans regardless of their age, gender, or age, just as they did with the Draenei. "

"When the Storm Kingdom counterattacked Elwynn Forest, none of the same captives were there! What you rescued from Gould Hold Castle was captured by another army of Lordaerons!"

"Duke Marcus is the Storm Kingdom! The current Alliance leader Varian Wrynn is the King of the Storm Kingdom, and he watched his father killed by orc assassins!"

"Tell me, Sal! If there is a chance! Will they just let the tribe do this? There are no foreign enemies in the alliance now! They have no scruples! This is the best time for the alliance to destroy the tribe! I say this, you understand "Saar" Vol'jin grabbed Sal's arms that were thicker than him with both hands, shaking Shar, who had been a little bit desperate.

Thrall was so distracted. He seemed to have seen a million orcs slaughtered, and everything that the orcs' fathers had done to the Alliance that year would be staged in turn.

He felt shivering, and he could feel the cold sweat on his back soaking his shirt.

Calling the orcs to rise to the end?

Does this work?

From ground to air to the sea, the form of war has changed dramatically. A bloodless charge without a brain will only lead to the inevitable death.

Even if a professional can carry a bullet, can it carry a shell?

The top professionals can even regard cannonballs as a type of flying props. How many professionals are there in this level?

Most of any race is made up of mortals.

The tribe attaches great importance to cultivating professionals, and that is only to the level of ten mortals and one professional. Of these professionals, more than 90% are low-level professionals who cannot carry guns physically.

The professional group is like a pyramid. The more powerful the professional, the fewer the number.

If the alliance gains an absolute overwhelming advantage in the mortal realm and kills all the mortal soldiers of the tribe, then only a handful of high-end professionals will not be able to make any waves.

Carrying it to the end with the league is complete suspense.

Sull suddenly fell into a dilemma of pain.