Stratholme God

   Chapter 1296 What if the chieftain runs away with a bucket?

  Where did the warchief go?

   This problem is absolutely serious!

  The alliance army is pressing on the territory, and many tribal fortresses and camps are in danger. Just when the Great Chief was needed to preside over the overall situation, the people actually disappeared.

   Even if the big chief Blind Chicken shouted "follow me" and then rushed into the ditch, it would be better than seeing no one now.

   Could it be that while the Horde was beaten into a dog, he said to the Alliance, "I advise you to stop beating me immediately, or your hands will hurt!"?

   What a hedgehog flow! ?

   Hedgehog flow is the most desperate and passive style of play!

   As long as there is a choice, who does not want to kill the enemy outside the borders and minimize the damage to their hometown?

  However, Garrosh disappeared suddenly, and before he left, a soldier of his Praetorian K'k'ron uttered the words, "Let all the chiefs resist the invasion of the Alliance with all their strength."

   Kor'kron was his personal guard, yes, but instead of telling the chiefs directly, he sent the message through a personal soldier, which made Vol'jin even more annoyed.

  Not only him, but also the core leaders of the four tribes, including the two goblin princes, the blood elf archmage Rommath, and the leader of the Forsaken, the Sun King.

   asked their subordinates and said that they "have more important tasks to do under the orders of the Great Chief".

Darkspear troll chief Vol'jin, who has always been known for his wisdom, was sensitive to find something wrong, and grabbed Varok: "Old friend, you say, is there such a possibility that our warchief is for his conspiracy? , no, abandon us for his so-called grand plan?"

   Varok was silent for a while. He is not a fool, nor is he blind. A leader with a little brain can see that Garrosh's direct line has been withdrawn long ago.

   Not to mention the orcs of the Warsong clan, now that the entire New Orgrimmar is complete, we can’t find any goblin supervisor or high-level blood elf mages, can you believe it?

  Since he inherited the position of warchief, Garrosh gave them the feeling that they were mysterious, and they didn't know what to do.

  Especially after the Tauren left the Horde and joined the Alliance, he became increasingly distrustful of the Blackrock orcs and Darkspear trolls led by Varok. Because they both agree with Saar's concept of "Great Harmony".

   This exclusion is unabashed.

   For the stability of the tribe, Varok even acquiesced to the warchief to dig his corners and directly recruit Malkorok and other once-fallen orcs.

   This didn’t bring relief from the Great Chief.

   That kind of eyes that treat them as traitors has never changed.

   Suddenly, Varok put his hands on Vol'jin's shoulders: "Vol'jin! There's no time, you bring all your clansmen, and immediately go through the portal to Silithus, and turn to Nagrand."

   "Ah! No, this, I..." Vol'jin, who has always been astute, immediately realized why.

  Before the cataclysm, relying on mobilizing all tribesmen and rushing with the crowd tactics, maybe there is still a chance to win.

   survived the cataclysm of food shortage, and the weak people have long starved to death. The so-called elites who were left in the blood have died on the border of Feralas not long ago.

  Ten are not one!

The    tribe boss didn't know how much the alliance's population actually was. Vol'jin only knew that the tribe had lost its theoretical numerical advantage.

   Even after the move of all the people is gone, in this situation, unless the mysterious [Iron Tribe] suddenly bursts out with a high-quality army of millions, the tribe will not be the opponent of the alliance at all.

   Varok is going to sacrifice himself to the tribe, leaving possible life to the Darkspear trolls!

Varok's eyes were deep: "What I swear allegiance to is the tribe itself. No matter who the warchief is, I only obey the orders of the 'warchief'. And you are different, at least... Darkspear trolls have left the tribe. A choice."

   "Stop kidding. On Azeroth, the Alliance won't let trolls go." Vol'jin smiled wryly.

"Fight for the Zandalari trolls! For Chief Thrall! Better for anyone than to stay in this dead city! I am not afraid of death. I know you are not! But our deaths must be worthwhile, even if we die. Die in glory! Instead of burying the clan in such a vague way." Varok grew more and more excited as he spoke, his fingers clasping Vol'jin's shoulder armor.

   Vol'jin choked up.

  The orcs lost a clan, and there were other clans at the top. The advantage of numbers and fertility rate was placed here. As long as there was food, the orcs were super able to live and exploded troops at will.

  Darkspear trolls are not the case. In these years of battles, the number of Vol'jin's clansmen has not increased but decreased. As a branch of trolls who don't care about grandpa and grandma, they voted for Zandalari trolls. People claim to be famous and orthodox, and most of them use Darkspear trolls as cannon fodder.

   Instead of this…

   Vol'jin made a decision: "I'll go back to the Warchief!"

   They both understood at once, referring to Thrall.

   "Then go quickly! The main force goes through the portal, and the rest use the airship to fight."

   "Okay!" Vol'jin gritted his teeth.

   Varok quickly issued a series of orders.

His personal guard held the order book high and shouted along the way: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The Darkspear trolls are ordered to support the Dark Portal in order to meet Nagrand's support force! Assemble all airships and give priority to Darkspear. Trolls aboard!"

  If the Kor'kron Guards were still here, they would probably find something wrong. Because there are not many elite troll warriors on board the few remaining goblin airships, but a large group of troll women and children.

  The real troll elite has been urgently teleported to the Dark Portal branch of Silithus through an expensive portal.

  The tribe does not have a living Miss Sunjing to provide energy. Watching the magic crystals placed on the portal array dim one by one, let alone the mage guarding the gate.

  Trolls can also cultivate mages, which can be said to be the luck of the Darkspear clan, at least they don’t have to be pitted by long ears or undead magic.

The only thing that   Varok can't accept is that Vol'jin actually wants to get on the airship himself.

   "Are you crazy?"

   "I'm not crazy!" The muscles on Vol'jin's face twitched. "My spear can throw 500 yards. This is at least a deterrent!"

Varok looked at a few young trolls secretly hugging Vol'jin's calves, and he understood everything: "Then I won't advise you, good luck, old friend. Hope our souls will be reunited one day. ."

   "Bless you, old friend!" Vol'jin looked sadly at the loyal orc hero.

  The airship slowly lifted into the air, with the chaotic New Orgrimmar city as the background, the two old friends watched each other's figures slowly shrink until they became small points and disappeared at the end of the horizon...

   Leaving New Orgrimmar, Vol'jin ordered "Slow down and let the airship force fly as low as possible. We're going to cross the borders of Feralas in the middle of the night."

   Looking down from the sky, the big balloons made of animal skins are similar in color to the surface of Feralas in autumn.

   This will be a good protective color, plus night cover, which will increase a lot of security.

  Who knows, a giant steel ship in the clouds broke through the clouds and descended.

   (end of this chapter)