Stratholme God

Chapter 1172

"Lead the way!" Brother Niu waved his hand aggressively.

Varok's momentum was forced to stagnate.

Most orcs are straightforward, and they can perceive whether the other party is the same person as themselves through the other party's expression and demeanor.

Kane is not confident, but open-minded.

Looking at the face that was no longer young but still upright, Varok felt sad for a moment.

How many years ago, regardless of their race differences, the days when they drank happily together may no longer exist.

It's just that for some reason, more and more orcs surrounded the flying point.They probably got the message.Varok heard the words "traitor!", "human lackeys," and so on.

Not only the more they cursed, the worse it sounded, but there was a tendency to crowd up and beat the tauren.

This scene made Kane's eyes darken, and Varok felt a feeling of old blood welling up in his throat: The Alliance's poaching of the tauren is definitely a loss for the Horde.Orcs are the backbone, but the tauren wielding totem poles are the strongest breakthrough infantry.As long as the tribe is united, how can it make the tauren alienated?Forget about the alliance poaching people, and these orcs who are not clear-headed push the tauren out, this...

Gritting his teeth, Varok yelled, "Get out of the way!".

His fully armed guards who were only loyal to the great chief immediately expanded outwards, blocking the ordinary orcs who were trying to rush over.

Varok silently made a 'please' gesture and led the way in person.He didn't know what would happen after Kane entered the Hall of Chiefs in the Valley of Honor. As a soldier, he strictly abided by his duties—at least no one could hurt Kane until he reached the Valley of Honor.

The Tauren Chief is usually more than three meters tall, and such a tall and burly figure cannot be completely blocked by those Thrall's personal guards who are more than two meters tall.

He was like this, with clear and straight eyes, staring in that familiar direction.

For some reason, the road that could be covered in just a moment has become so long.

ah!Yes!It was the curse and incomprehension of his former life and death companions, which turned into words and pierced his heart.

Invisible injuries can sometimes hurt people more than real injuries.

At this moment, the faces of Kane's guards were full of anger, and they roared and sprayed back.

"Bastard! If you orcs hadn't been greedy for Mulgore's grasslands, would we be here today?" Their voices were drowned out by louder curses.

Only Kane, without saying a word, followed Varok's footsteps to the hall where the great chief was.

As expected, Thrall was sitting on the main seat. On his right hand side, there were a group of orc chieftains glaring at Kane.The look in his eyes that wanted to eat Kane made Kane feel very ironic.

On the left hand side were the old acquaintance Vol'jin, the blood elf Rommath, the king of the Forgotten Anasterian, and two goblin trade princes.

Looking around, Kane didn't look at Thrall immediately, but instead glanced at Woking.

The eyes of this wise and wise troll leader are full of pity and sorrow, and those talking eyes are pouring out—why did they come to this point?

Kane showed a wry smile, looked away, and then looked at Thrall.

As soon as Thrall raised his hand, the chief hall, which had been in turmoil, became quiet.

Not really quiet, just that terrible stillness on the eve of a storm.

Sal: "You're here."

Kane: "I'm coming."

Thrall's voice was heavy: "I have received news that the Tauren are preparing to betray the Horde."

Kane's voice was very frank: "If the alliance is at war with the tribe and the tauren withdraw from the tribe, that is called betrayal."

"You sophistry!" An orc chief of a medium-sized clan scolded angrily.

Thrall gestured and stopped him from continuing: "What else do you have to say?"

"Great chief, you promised the tauren that joining and leaving the tribe are free."

Thrall was sad, when the orcs went west to Kalimdor, in order to quickly gather an organization strong enough to compete with the alliance in this strange land, Thrall did promise this.

Freedom of entry and exit!

What a promise.

What about the price?
As long as the tribe is strong enough and all tribes benefit, then naturally no one will quit.

Even if you really want to quit, you will be afraid of possible revenge from the tribe.

Those who are still in the tribe will not have a good face towards those who quit.Just as the Alliance treated Quel'Thalas and Gilneas back then.

"Freedom? I'm afraid that you tauren will vote for the alliance as soon as you turn around." Brainless Roar sneered sinisterly.

Kane did not deny it, and his eyes remained open: "That is also the freedom of the tauren."

The truth is this. From the perspective of the tribe, Thrall has to think more. He said in a deep voice, "I did promise, but Kane, do you really miss the old love?"

Thrall played the emotion card, it was fine if he didn't play this card, but when he played, Kane became excited.

"Warchief, I don't forget for a moment the glory we had against the centaurs. But when your orc clans rushed into Mulgore with impunity and poached our clefthoof and kodo, did you Remember the old love? You forbid me to punish those orcs who plundered our tauren hunting grounds. That is the greatest trampling on the tauren territory and dignity."

Brother Niu's words were powerful and resounding.

Some chieftains bowed their heads in shame, but more traditional orc chieftains from Draenor were unimpressed.In their conception, it is normal for different clans and even races to fight each other for one bite.

What's outrageous is that in this series of events, Thrall, who reconciled the two sides, can be described as a double-faced.The old-fashioned orcs think that Thrall is partial to foreigners.The tauren felt that Thrall was nothing, so they let the orcs come in and plunder at will.

In the past few years, the biggest problem that plagued the tribe was the lack of food. Throughout the ages, the orcs would rob the outside world if they didn’t have enough to eat.

Thrall is not human.

From the perspective of maintaining tribal unity, he has no reason to intentionally offend the tauren.

On the other hand, although the traditional orcs have old ideas, the number of these orcs is the largest.

The technology of the tribe has lagged behind the alliance by a large margin, and if the population is at an extreme disadvantage, then there is no need to fight.The population of the core Frostwolf, Warsong, Blackstone and other clans alone is far from enough.

This is a dead issue.

There is no way to lead the tribe to become bigger and stronger, so the internal strife will die.

Thrall sighed, "It's the Horde that's sorry for the tauren."

"Great Chief!" A group of orc chiefs headed by Nao Canhou shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Enough!" Thrall was full of majesty: "You all step back! Let us be alone for a while."

"Yes..." Whether they like it or not, Thrall is still their great chief at this moment, and all the chiefs withdrew one after another, leaving only Thrall and Kane in the hall.

Thrall said in a deep voice: "Let go of you tauren, yes, as a price, I want the alliance not to attack the tribe for three years!"

(End of this chapter)