Stratholme God

Chapter 1296 What if the Great Chief runs away with a bucket?
Where did the war chief go?
This problem is absolutely serious!
The alliance army is pressing down on the border, and the tribal fortresses and camps in many places are in jeopardy.Just when the great chief was needed to preside over the overall situation, the man disappeared unexpectedly.

Even if the big chief blindly shouted "Follow me" and then rushed into the ditch, it would be better than seeing no one like this now.

Could it be that while being beaten like a dog, the tribe still said to the alliance, "I advise you to stop beating me immediately, or your hands will hurt!"?

What a hedgehog stream! ?
Hedgehog style is the most desperate and negative style of play!
As long as there is a choice, who doesn't want to kill the enemy outside the border and minimize the damage to their hometown?
However, Garrosh suddenly disappeared, and before he left, he asked a soldier of his guard, Kor'Kron, to say "Let the chiefs do their best to resist the invasion of the Alliance".

It was true that Kor'kron was his bodyguard, but the words were passed through a bodyguard instead of directly to the chieftains, much to Vol'jin's chagrin.

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

Asking their subordinates, they said that they "have more important tasks to do under the orders of the great chief".

Vol'jin, the chief of the Darkspear trolls, has always been known for his wisdom. He sensed something was wrong, and grabbed Varok: "Old friend, tell me, is there such a possibility that our war chief , No, abandon us for his so-called grand plan?"

Varok was silent for a moment.He is not a fool, nor is he blind.Any leader with a bit of a brain can see that Garrosh's direct lineage has already been withdrawn.

Let alone the orcs of the Warsong clan, now that the whole of New Orgrimmar is complete, there is no goblin supervisor or high-ranking blood elf mage, can you believe it?

Ever since he inherited the position of great chief, Garrosh has given them the feeling of being mysterious and mysterious, not knowing what the hell he is doing.

Especially after the tauren left the tribe and joined the alliance, he became more and more distrustful of the Blackrock orcs and Darkspear trolls led by Varok.Because they both agree with Thrall's "great harmony" concept.

This exclusion is undisguised.

For the stability of the tribe, Varok even tacitly allowed the chieftain to poach his corner and directly recruit Malkorok and other once-fallen orcs.

This did not bring the chief to let go.

The look that regarded them as traitors has never changed.

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

"Ah! No, this, I..." Vol'jin, who was always alert, immediately realized why.

Before the cataclysm, relying on the mobilization of all the tribesmen and using the tactics of crowds, there might be a chance of winning.

Having survived the catastrophe of food shortage, the weak people have long starved to death.The rest of the so-called elites from the shopping had died on the border of Feralas not long ago.

Ten is not one!

The boss of the tribe didn't know the population of the alliance, but Wojin only knew that the tribe had lost its theoretical advantage in numbers.

Even after the all-citizen soldier move is gone, in this situation, unless the mysterious [Iron Horde] suddenly raises a high-quality army of one million, the tribe will not be an opponent of the alliance at all with its combat power.

Varok is going to sacrifice his life for the tribe, and leave the possible life to the Darkspear troll!
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'. But you are different, at least...the Darkspear trolls still have the ability to break away from the tribe. A choice."

"Don't be kidding. On the planet Azeroth, the Alliance will not let the trolls go." Wojin smiled wryly.

"To the Zandalari trolls! To Chief Thrall! To anyone is better than to stay in this dead city! I am not afraid of death. I know you are not afraid! But our death must be worthy of death, even if it is death. To die in glory! Not to bury the whole family in such a vague way." Varok became more and more excited as he spoke, his fingers clasped Vol'jin's shoulder armor tightly.

Vol'jin choked up.

The orcs lost a clan, and there are other clans on top. The number advantage and fertility rate are here. As long as there is food, the orcs are super capable of giving birth, and they can explode at will.

The Darkspear troll is not the case. Over the years of fighting, the number of Vol'jin's tribe has not increased but decreased.As a branch of the trolls, the Zandalari trolls, who claim to be famous and orthodox, mostly use the Darkspear trolls as cannon fodder.

Rather than this...

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

They both understood at once, referring to Thrall.

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

"Okay!" Wojin gritted his teeth.

Varok quickly issued a series of orders.

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

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

The real elite trolls have been urgently transported to the Dark Portal branch of Silithus through an expensive portal.

The tribe does not have a living Miss Sunwell to provide energy. Seeing the magic crystals placed on the portal magic circle dim one by one, not to mention the heartache of the gatekeeper mage.

Trolls can also breed mages, which can be said to be the luck of the Darkspear clan, at least they don't have to be tricked by long ears or necromancy.

The only thing Varok couldn't accept was that Vol'jin wanted to board the airship himself.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy!" The muscles on Wo'jin's face kept twitching: "My spear can be thrown 500 yards away. This is at least a deterrent!"

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

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

The airship lifted off slowly, with the messy city of New Orgrimmar in Nuo Da as the background, the two old friends watched each other's figures gradually shrink until they turned into small dots and disappeared at the end of the field of vision...

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

Seen from a high altitude, the big balloon made of animal skins is about the same color as the surface of Feralas in autumn.

This will be a good protective color, and with the cover of night, it will increase a lot of security.

Unexpectedly, a giant steel ship broke through the clouds and landed in the clouds.

(End of this chapter)