Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 354 Alliance and Horde

The news of the opening of the Dark Portal spread throughout the world because of Khadgar, and both the Alliance and the Horde became nervous about it.

Among them, the most nervous and active one is undoubtedly the tribe. The tribe, which had just completed the change of government not long ago, has been severely weakened by a civil war. No one is sure whether it can withstand the invasion of the Burning Legion in this state.

"Everyone, please tell me your opinions."

The third warchief of the new tribe, Chief Vol'jin of the Darkspear Trolls, sat on the main seat of Grommash Fortress and looked at the tribal leaders at the conference table, wanting to hear their opinions.

"The Dark Portal is located on the Eastern Kingdom Continent, close to Alliance Stormwind City. We don't need to be too nervous."

Goblin Trade Prince Gallywix looked at Vol'jin with a sly smile on his face.

"It concerns the safety of the entire Azeroth. We cannot be alone. Although Thunder Bluff no longer has many troops, we are still willing to do our best to participate in this war."

Bain looked at Gallywix with some dissatisfaction, then looked at Vol'jin to express his determination to him.

"The terror of the Burning Legion cannot be dealt with by the Alliance itself. We all know this. However, if we are asked to help the Alliance immediately, I am afraid those guys will not be so grateful. Warchief, I suggest that we wait a little later. It’s better to join the army.”

Sylvanas Windrunner proposed a more pertinent method in her opinion, which was to let the Alliance fight the Burning Legion first. This would not only ensure that the strengths of the Horde and the Alliance were balanced, but also allow the Horde to take a breather. time.

"Sal, what do you think?"

As the orc representative of the tribe's main race, Thrall remained silent, which forced Vol'jin to ask for his opinion.

"We give priority to the orders of the great chief, so you can issue orders with confidence, chief."

Thrall looked at Vol'jin calmly.

"Well, I suggest that we contact the Alliance again. I am going to invite their High King Arthas to meet in Dalaran and determine what to do next."

Vol'jin thought for a while and decided to talk to Alsace from the alliance to determine what to do.

Almost at the same time, the leaders of the Alliance came to the Storm Fortress in the Kingdom of Stormwind after receiving the news from Khadgar.

"Is the Dark Door opened at this time? Holy Light, this is really not a good time."

Alsace stood in front of a long table and looked at the map spread out on the table.

"The battle with the Horde in Pandaria also severely damaged our vitality. Going forward, we also made heavy sacrifices when we fought against the Scourge in Northrend and faced Neltharion's Cataclysm."

Varian also stood beside Arthas with a frown on his face. The alliance's combat strength was also not optimistic at this moment.

"No matter what, we must be ready for battle. The Three Hammers Council was already prepared before I came, and military supplies can arrive in Stormwind City via the subway at any time."

Muradin Bronzebeard was a little dissatisfied when he saw the two young men falling into this mood, and he interrupted their mood with a voice.

"Gnomeregan is also ready, and the mechanized troops are already on their way to Stormwind City."

Gelbin pushed up his windshield glasses on top of his head.

Arthas and Varian heard what these two elders said, and their somewhat nervous expressions were somewhat relaxed. They then looked at Sandy, the representative of the night elves, who was standing at the other end of the long table. Si Feathermoon and Maraad, the representative of the draenei.

"We will go all out. Although we have lost the power of Nordrassil this time, we will still work hard for this world."

Shandris expressed her determination. What she represented at this moment was the attitude of the entire night elves.

Maraad, on the other hand, said nothing and looked at the map with a thoughtful expression. He seemed to be thinking about something; but at this moment, Anduin, who was supposed to be resting in the room, rushed in.

"Father! Uncle Arthas, everyone, I have brought new information about the other side of the Dark Portal!"

Anduin didn't even have time to change into his pajamas, so he hurriedly walked in with a piece of parchment.

"Anduin, where did you get this new information?"

Varian looked at him suspiciously.

"A friend of mine just gave it to me. He's gone and seems to have other things to do."

Anduin was still a little nervous when facing his father's questioning.

"Okay, Varian, we can ask about little Anduin later. Anduin, please show me your file."

Arthas could see Varian's inner anxiety. He quickly interrupted what Varian wanted to say. Instead, he looked at Anduin gently and took the information about the Dark Portal from his hand. Information about the opposite world.

The friend Anduin mentioned was naturally the black dragon prince Wrathion. He passed through the Dark Portal as soon as he opened it and returned to Azeroth. Then he took himself with him The information he compiled about Draenor turned to his human friend, Anduin.

Through his hand, he handed this information to the leaders of the alliance and guided these guys to march into Draenor.

After reading the information sent by Anduin, Arthas breathed a sigh of relief and handed the information to Varian beside him for him to read.

After this piece of information was circulated among the alliance leaders, Arthas spoke.

"Everyone, the good news is that we no longer have to face the Burning Legion; but the bad news is that we have to face the invasion of the old tribe again."

"That bastard Garrosh didn't expect to run back to Draenor. It seems that he has some confidence in coming back."

Varian looked a little awkward. He never thought that Garrosh, who was defeated in Orgrimmar, would still escape from prison even if he was imprisoned in the White Tiger Temple in Pandaria.

And just when both the Alliance and Horde were looking for him all over the world in Azeroth, they suddenly received news that this guy had returned to Draenor in the past, and had once again brought up the old Horde army to come back for revenge.

"Old tribe?"

After Maraad heard about the old orc tribe, his mind couldn't help but drift back to many years ago, when he was still in Draenor and serving as a garrison in Shattrath.

The brutality and bloodshed of the old tribe are still fresh in his memory, and it is also one of the most difficult to erase nightmares in his life. His close relatives and friends all died in that catastrophe.

Now, this catastrophe is about to happen again, how can he accept it.

"His Majesty the Supreme King, assemble the troops! We must take action before those bastards from the old tribe take action!"

Maraad's eyes seemed to burst into flames at this moment.

"Since we are fighting against those orcs, His Majesty the Supreme King, please forgive us for not sending a large force to participate."

Once Shandris heard that the opponent was an orc, she gave up her plan to mobilize the night elves and only needed to dispatch a sentinel force to join the battle.

After this controversial meeting, where each had their own opinions, Arthas and Varian went to a balcony in Stormwind Fortress to continue discussing the matter. Arthas finally rose up with Vol'jin. With the same idea, he planned to talk to the tribe first and make plans.

What's more, he hasn't seen Jaina for a while. Varian's son Anduin is already that old, and he hasn't gotten married yet.

Maybe, he also needs to work harder.

The sky city, Dalaran, has now flown over the Cursed Land, and the wizards of the Kirin Tor Council are monitoring the changes in the Dark Portal around the clock. Jaina also met someone she hadn't seen for a long time today, the Alliance's High King Arthas.

"How are you doing?"

Arthas and Jaina walked side by side on the stone road of Dalaran city.

"Same as usual, nothing special. Kul Tiras doesn't particularly need me, and Dalaran is just fine for experiments, so I stay here."

Jaina raised her head and looked at the blond king next to her. The sunshine today was very good, making his long blond hair shine.

"I heard that the chief of the tribe is also here? Did they say anything?"

Arthas originally wanted to talk to Jaina about some personal matters, but as they chatted, he couldn't help but turn back to business matters. The two of them were no longer the children they once were, but leaders who each shouldered their own responsibilities.

"Wo'jin doesn't know about the situation at the Dark Portal. He even thought it was the Burning Legion on the other side. What are you going to do? Do you want to share intelligence with them?"

Now when Jaina mentions the tribe, a hint of disgust always flashes in her eyes from time to time.

The bombing of Theramore was something she could never forget.

"It's better to tell them. I think if I tell them about Garrosh, they might be more interested than us."

Arthas had been thinking about this matter for a long time, and finally he decided to share this information with the tribe. He believed in Thrall's decision.

"Thall is no longer the warchief of the tribe, Arthas. Ever since he appointed that guy Garrosh to be the warchief, I no longer have any hope in him."

Jaina looked at each other seriously.

"Everyone makes mistakes, not to mention that guy Thrall didn't know that Garrosh would be such a madman; I also made mistakes, and I still can't forgive myself."

Arthas could feel the anger in Jaina's heart, but he knew that now was not the time for internal strife.

"That's not your fault, Arthas; it wasn't you who killed His Majesty Terenas, it was the Lich King. You were just controlled by that sword, weren't you?"

Jaina thought of something when she heard Arthas' words.

"I don't deserve to be the king of Lordaeron, nor the supreme king of the Alliance. If it weren't for you, I don't even know what the future would be like."

Alsace looked at the other party's shining eyes, and his inner peace was restored.

"It was your own will that got rid of the control of that sword. It was your own will that defeated those demons."

Jaina said and hugged Arthas.

"Ha, thank you for your comfort, Jaina. However, I think we have to go see the warchief quickly. The Dark Portal has been opened, and we don't have much time."

Arthas said, letting go of Jaina and preparing to head to the Violet Council Hall, where Vol'jin was waiting for the arrival of the Alliance leader.

In the mysterious and luxurious Violet Council Hall, Wojin was squatting quietly on the carpet in the center of the hall, waiting for the arrival of the Alliance High King.

"Tastingo, Woking."

When Arthas and Jaina walked into the meeting, Arthas took the initiative to say hello to each other.

"Hello, High King of the Alliance."

Vol'jin greeted Arthas and Jaina equally politely, and Thrall, who was standing next to him, also nodded politely to them.

After some simple greetings, Arthas shared with Vol'jin information about Garrosh and information about Draenor in the past timeline opposite the Dark Portal.

"Garrosh? Unexpectedly, this guy actually passed through the Dark Portal after escaping capture."

After hearing this information, Sal could not help but be surprised.

"Since it was that guy Garrosh who caused this, then our tribe will send troops to participate. No, I will personally participate in this capture operation."

After Vol'jin thought for a moment, he offered to cross the Dark Portal himself to hunt down the fleeing Garrosh.

"You are so brave, guys from the tribe."

Jaina stood beside Arthas and sarcastically said angrily.

"No, Vol'jin. Let me go on this hunt. After all, Draenor is the hometown of our orcs. No one knows Draenor better than us."

Thrall took the initiative to ask for war, and he also hoped that Vol'jin could sit in the rear to stabilize the internal chaos of the tribe after the civil war.

"You want to catch him yourself?"

Jaina looked at Thrall in surprise.

"Since Garrosh made such a big mistake because of me, then I have the obligation to make up for the mistakes I made. I don't expect your forgiveness, Jaina."

Sal's blue eyes were as calm as lake water, but his heart was not what it seemed.

"I'm not going to forgive you, Sal."

After hearing Thrall's words, Jaina's face darkened.

"On the Alliance side, Maraad of Draenei has taken the initiative to request a fight. Let him serve as the vanguard. He also said that he is familiar with the environment in Draenor."

After listening to Thrall's words, Arthas also explained that this time the alliance will be led by the draenei, instead of the humans, dwarves, and gnomes in previous wars.

After the leaders of both sides finished talking about their plans on how to fight against the old tribe, the meeting was almost over, but Arthas and Jaina still stayed to chat with Vol'jin about issues unrelated to the meeting.

"What you wanted to ask me earlier about the history of the troll king named Dasa, I copied it for you from Zandalari. I know you are also curious about Thrall, so I will show it to you first. "

As he spoke, Vol'jin carefully took out a parchment roll from the pocket behind him and handed it to the three people present.

After hearing about the successful activation of the Dark Portal in Draenor and Altay City, Daza was already eager to return to Azeroth, but Dex on the side reminded him that a space door of this size would Even if it is turned on, it is still very dangerous. It is best for him to do some experiments now and then judge whether it can pass.

Although Daza believed that this matter was completely unnecessary, the orc chiefs at the clan meeting always believed that it was necessary to send a group of vanguard troops to pass through the Dark Portal to scout the situation on the other side. In the end, Garrosh of the Warsong clan He took over this mission and became the first Draenor Alliance Warlord to pass through the Dark Portal.

"Hahaha! Azeroth! I'm back again!"

After Garrosh received this order, he looked up to the sky and laughed. His opportunity finally came!

On the day he received the order, he assembled his wolf cavalry team, rushed into the Dark Portal fully armed, and returned to the cursed land that he was somewhat familiar with.

　In this book, Draenor has a star soul, so don’t argue; repeat, Draenor has a star soul!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)