Menethil's Power

Chapter 530 Hegemony
Drek'Thar is an elder and a wise man. He has rich experience and experience, and can even see some fragments of the future, but even the so-called prophet is bound to be limited by the times.

However, the history of the civilization development of the orcs is really not long. They were scattered nomads in Draenor, and it was only because of Kil'jaeden's secret promotion that they finally became a whole.

Therefore, the old shaman didn't know much about industry, capital, etc., but of course he didn't believe that this human prince would take pictures of the tribe, so he kept his face.

But Thrall was different. The textbook Isaacs wrote for him back then contained some simple content that had never existed in this world, including basic economics.

So he knew Isaacs' true intentions, and ironically, this insight was given to him by the other party.

"You can't agree to any of the tribes you mentioned." Thrall flatly refused, and his eyes became a little gloomy. "This is oppression, exploitation, and enslavement. I will never allow my people to fall into such a tragic fate."

"A tragic fate?" Isaacs pretended to be surprised, "Now I want to recognize the legitimacy of the Horde, and I am willing to let the Alliance give you a helping hand. You must know that the development of Lordaeron is almost two centuries ahead of you. , now even a farmer who grows pumpkins in the Tirisfal Glades is better off than you, the Warchief, at least he doesn't need to use primitive braziers for lighting, and he doesn't need to ride a mount that requires careful care when traveling."

What he said was true. After Blizzard followed his will and frantically absorbed all available technology from other races, the current social situation in Lordaeron has entered a generation similar to steampunk, with low-quality Kaya ore as its core. Fuel-fueled lights were widely available, and the price of four-wheeled motorcycles had fallen to a point where the middle class could afford them.

These are only the goblin's existing technologies. Lordaeron has only developed to the level of Kezan Island after more than ten years of use. The new energy Azerite and Protos crystals are only used intensively in important military projects. , It may take decades for the popularization process to be developed into civilian use.

But at that time, the people of Lordaeron may call themselves the eldest sons of the gods, but this kind of statement does not seem to be wrong. After all, the ancestors of all human beings are the creations of Titans made by the Pantheon, and the steel Athel, who was made of stone, was born before Vanir, who was made of rock.

Isn't this the eldest son of God?

The strides are too big, and unbalanced development is inevitable. Even the army under Isaacs has already produced steel warships capable of interstellar warfare, but the cavalry, a purely cold-weapon combat unit It is still in service and cannot be replaced for the time being.

But it was enough. Ten years ago, the alliance's suppression of the tribe's civilization could not be turned into an advantage in combat, but today, more than ten years later, because of the existence of Isaacs, it can be said to be absolutely crushed.

The longer civilization develops, the more obvious the gap between high civilization and low civilization becomes.

"This world is huge and rich in resources. All intelligent races can coexist harmoniously. The Alliance and the Horde don't need to be hostile to each other. We can cooperate. The Horde provides furs, ores, and herbs, while Lordaeron can use thick clothing. , exquisite food, and various daily necessities, even weapons and armor.”

The power of capital is growing within Lordaeron (in fact, the biggest capitalist is Isaacs himself), and when it develops to a certain extent, it has an extraordinary desire for the market. The one-third of an acre of land in the Eastern Kingdom has long been unable to satisfy his ambition.

"I really can't understand." Drek'Thar said at this time, and the old shaman was very cautious, "This so-called 'goodwill' made me smell a conspiracy."

"I can swear to the Holy Light that my attitude towards the Horde is absolutely sincere." Isaacs said with a smile.

"Of course you are sincere, because you want the entire tribe to be your slave!" Thrall growled, of course he would not be confused, he knew that once he agreed to this condition, the tribe would be firmly held by a vampire bat bite on the neck.

No tariffs are imposed, factories are allowed to be built, and even the other party's currency is used, which basically means that one-third of the tribal people's hard-earned income for a year must be handed over, or even more!And what was obtained was just a hypocritical peace!
"It is absolutely impossible for me to agree to this condition." Thrall said without hesitation, he would rather start a war.

"Young Thrall." Isaacs sighed, as if he were the parent of an ineffective child, "Do you think I'm trying to weaken and enslave the orcs in a special way?"

Thrall snorted coldly, and his meaning was self-evident.

"It seems that you are familiar with the textbook on economics," Isaacs said approvingly. This attitude made Thrall feel very depressed. "But unfortunately, you have not grasped the real essence," he said. Turn, "Don't you think that the gap between Lordaeron and the Horde will become wider and wider, to the point where a single alliance war machine can fight an entire orc army?"

Before Thrall could speak, Isaacs continued: "So what I'm giving you is an opportunity. Although the tribe will inevitably pay some price, it can also gain knowledge and technology. You can also feed more people, not just the orcs. , both Darkspear trolls and tauren can gain huge benefits, this is the only chance for the tribe to catch up with Lordaeron at the level of civilization, and it can even be said to be the only chance for the tribe to survive."

In his original world, there was a powerful country in the past. It was because of such a heavy sacrifice that it embarked on the road of revival after its decline.

Isaacs still kept smiling, showing a mouthful of white teeth. This smile looked like a demon to Thrall.

He was silent, and suddenly felt a little cold in his body. Did this seemingly omnipotent and omniscient human prince train himself just for this day?
The name Thrall means slave, and this name was chosen by Blackmoore who picked him up that year. Isaacs did not change the name, and never emphasized its meaning to the young Thrall.

But now Thrall understood that what he really wanted to enslave was the entire tribe!
The young tribal chief looked at the humans who were only a few years older than himself, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

But he had to admit that what the other party said was true. He had crossed the Kingdom of Lordaeron when he escaped from the King City of Lordaeron a few years ago, and he knew what it was like there now.

The two young men confronted each other on behalf of the Alliance and the Horde. For a moment, they seemed to have forgotten the existence of a dryad. Lunara felt that she could not understand what they were saying. She just looked at Isaacs, thinking that he did not mean Want to solve the problems of the night elf tribe?

"Your conditions are too harsh, I can't agree." Thrall finally made up his mind.

The situation should not be as bad as the other party said. Gallywix's Bilgewater Consortium has joined the Horde, and their technology should be regarded as the first-class level in Azeroth, at least they should be able to barely compete with the Alliance.

"What a pity." Isaacs sighed. He was about to say something, but suddenly there were two angry voices behind him.

"Great Chief!" "Great Chief!"

Isaacs turned around and saw an orc warrior with gray hair and an extremely strong body. The latter's expression froze, "Is that you?"

"Long time no see, High King Saurfang." Isaacs nodded.

They had a friendship, and that was the second year after the end of the Second World War. Isaacs sent Jaina to Dalaran, and rescued Saurfang’s children in a shelter along the way, and the tribal king then reported For his kindness, he acted righteously when he was attacked by the black dragon princess.

According to time calculations, that child should not be Dranosh who stayed in Draenor. His appearance can be regarded as one of the changes that Isaacs brought to this world.

The friendship between the two sides is limited to this, and if they meet again, they will be enemies.

Beside Saurfang, there was an old orc who was somewhat similar in appearance and appearance. This should be his brother, Old Brox, who had a better record than Saurfang.

After all, not everyone can leave a wound on Sargeras' body.

Before he could say anything, Brox spoke first, "You were the one who killed Cho'gall, right?" His eyes were burning.

"I don't understand, who is Cugall?" Isaacs was in a daze.

It was the bronze dragon Athenom who killed the two-headed ogre, and he had nothing to do with Isaacs, yes, that's it.

Brooks fell silent, showing suspicion.

The appearance of these two people here means that the two walls of sighs have been pierced. Isaacs still has self-knowledge and cannot stop such a powerful warrior with a few barriers. But if this is the case, a new method of deterring the orcs is needed. up.

But Matt should have arrived at this time, after all, he gave him the order before going to the Frozen Throne.

A Kor'kron guard suddenly rushed into the chief's hall, he was out of breath, "Great chief, outside, outside..."

Thrall's expression froze, "What's the matter?" Kor'Kron was selected by him as an elite, and they all had excellent psychological quality, but this guard was obviously frightened.

"...I can't describe it, Great Chief, the Valley of Strength has already..."

Thrall walked towards the outside suddenly. At this time, he ignored Isaacs, but he showed a painful expression within a few steps.

The Shimmering Poison still torments him like the tarsal maggot.

But Thrall then forcibly returned to normal, suppressing the pain from the bone marrow. He knew that a majestic and reliable chieftain was needed in this situation, and he cast a stern look at Isaacs who looked plain. , Intuition told him that this new disturbance must have something to do with him.

Isaacs smiled back.

The great chief was followed by Drek'Thar and two orc warriors. He quickly walked out of the chief's fortress and reached the exit of the dark alley area, but without the cover of those thick canvases, the sky did not become brighter. He subconsciously He raised his head, and there was a bang in his head.

He saw a ship.

A huge, pitch-black metal warship hovered over the Valley of Power in Orgrimmar like a prehistoric behemoth, covering the sky and the sun, and the entire orc city was in chaos. Even the brave tribal warriors I also feel uneasy, because this is an existence completely beyond their understanding.

In the real Azeroth, it is not possible to fight star warships with catapults.

Thrall realized how wrong he was. Can the technology of the Bilgewater Consortium compete with Lordaeron?Nice that they can build a boat like this that floats!

"Dear Warchief, you still have 5 minutes to evacuate the soldiers on the walls of Orgrimmar."

Since he was five years old, Thrall has had a psychological shadow on this voice, and this feeling has not diminished with time, and now it is even worse.

"What?" Thrall turned his head sharply, his eyes blazing, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Isaacs looked cold, "There are four minutes and 52 seconds left."

Thrall couldn't help cursing inwardly, "Varok, Brox!" He almost roared with the loudest voice: "Send my order, all soldiers abandon the city gate, and at the same time organize the civilians in the Valley of Strength to evacuate to the rear!"

The situation was serious. Although the Saurfang brothers' first reaction was to hijack Isaacs, they still made a rational decision. The two orc warriors looked at Isaacs very unkindly, but they still chose to carry out the order.

Isaacs' expression remained unchanged, with a faint disdain in the corner of his eyes.

While paying close attention to the passage of every second, 5 minutes seemed a bit long. The bow muzzle of the pitch-black battleship lit up, and a huge golden-red light blasted out. Within one-thousandth of a second, After hitting the target, the dazzling light produced by the energy explosion forced almost everyone to cover it with their hands.

When the light dissipated, orcs, tauren, and trolls looked at the scene in horror, a large section of the city wall on the front of Orgrimmar immediately collapsed, and the main gate of the city, which symbolized the tribal courage and The majestic city gate of power disappeared directly, leaving only a dark pit.

Not only the city walls were destroyed, but the buildings in the city were also greatly affected. The Orgrimmar Bank and auction house that Isaacs noticed before were directly reduced to ruins.

The so-called unfallen city is simply a joke under the cannons of the star warships.

"What do you think of my proposal now, chief?" Isaacs smiled,

Thrall closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the opponent's face, "You won." He said almost gnashing his teeth.

"But the current conditions are not as they were just now." Isaacs continued to stir Thrall's nerves, "Except for what I said before, the tribe must lease a coastal area from Lordaeron as a port indefinitely."

"Where?" Saar ninja was angry. He knew that the ship was on his head, so he could only agree to all the other's demands.

"Theramore."

(End of this chapter)