Stratholme God

   Chapter 1172 Injury and Farewell

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

   Varok's momentum was forced to stagnate.

   Orcs are mostly straightforward, and they can perceive whether the other party is the same person as themselves through their expressions and demeanor.

  Kane is not fearless, he is open-minded.

   Looking at the face that was no longer young, but still upright, Varok was momentarily devastated.

   Many years ago, the days when they were different from each other regardless of their races and enjoyed drinking together, I am afraid that they will no longer exist.

   Just for some reason, more and more orcs gathered around the flight point. They probably got the message. Varok heard the words "Traitor!" and "Human Lacks."

   Not only the more scolding, the more ugly it sounds, but also the tendency to surround and beat the tauren.

   This scene made Kane's eyes darken, and Varok felt an old blood pouring into his throat: the Alliance poaching the Tauren was definitely a loss for the Horde. Orcs are the backbone, but tauren wielding totem poles are the strongest breakthrough infantry. As long as the tribe is united, how can the tauren be alienated? Forget about poaching people by the Alliance, and these insane orcs push the tauren out, this...

   As soon as he gritted his teeth, Varok shouted: "Get out of the way!".

   These heavily-armed guards who were only loyal to the Great Chief immediately spread out, blocking the ordinary orcs who were trying to rush over.

   Varok silently made a 'please' gesture, personally leading the way. He didn't know what would happen after Kane entered the Chieftain's Hall in the Valley of Honor. As a soldier, he abide by his duties - at least until he reached the Valley of Honor, no one could hurt Kane.

   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 guards who are more than two meters tall.

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

  The road that can be walked in a short while is now so long for some reason.

what! Yes! It was the abuse and puzzlement of his former life and death companions, which turned into a sharp arrow of language and pierced his heart.

  Invisible damage can sometimes hurt more than real damage.

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

   "Bastards! If it wasn't for your orcs coveting Mulgore's meadows, where would we be today?" Their voices were drowned out by louder curses.

   Only Kane, without saying a word, followed Varok's footsteps and walked to the hall where the Great Chief was.

   Unsurprisingly, Thrall sat in the main seat, and on his right hand, there were a group of orc chieftains who glared at him. The look in his eyes that wanted to eat Kane made Kane feel very ironic.

On the left hand side are the old acquaintance Vol'jin, the blood elf Rommath, the Forsaken King Anastrian, and the two goblin trade princes.

  Looking around, Kane didn't look at Thrall for the first time, but glanced at Vol'jin instead.

   The eyes of this wise and wise troll leader were filled with pity and sadness, and those talking eyes were pouring out - why did you come to this step?

  Kane showed a wry smile, withdrew his gaze, and then looked at Thrall.

  Thrall raised his hand, and the hall of the chieftain, which had been tumultuous, fell silent.

   Not real silence, just the dreadful silence before a storm.

  Thrall: "You're here."

  Kane: "I'm here."

   Thrall's voice was heavy: "I received news that the tauren is ready to betray the tribe."

  Kane's voice was very frank: "If the Alliance and the Horde are at war, and the Tauren withdraws from the Horde, then it is called betrayal."

   "You quibble!" an orc chieftain of a medium-sized clan scolded angrily.

   Thrall gestured to stop him from continuing: "What else do you say."

   "Great Chief, you promised the Tauren that you would be free to join and leave the tribe."

   Thrall was sad. When the orcs crossed over to Kalimdor, in order to gather an organization strong enough to compete with the Alliance as soon as possible in this strange land, Thrall did promise this.

   Freedom of access!

   What a nice promise.

  What about the price?

   As long as the tribe is strong enough and all races benefit, naturally no one will quit.

   Even if he really wanted to quit, he would be afraid of possible revenge from the tribe.

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

   "Freedom? I'm afraid you tauren will vote for the Alliance as soon as you turn your head." Brain Can Roar and sneer.

  Kane did not deny it, his eyes were still magnanimous: "That is also the freedom of the Tauren."

   This is the truth. From the perspective of the tribe, Thrall must consider more. He said solemnly: "I did promise, but, Kane, do you really not remember the old feelings?"

   Thrall played the emotional card. He was fine if he didn't play this card. After playing it, Kane was excited.

"Warchief, I have not forgotten for a moment the glory of our fight against the centaurs. But when your clan of orcs rushed into Mulgore recklessly, poaching our clefthoofs and kodos, did you Remember the old love? You don't allow me to punish the orcs who plunder our tauren hunting grounds. That is the greatest trampling on the territory and dignity of the tauren."

   Brother Niu's words were powerful and loud.

   Some chieftains bowed their heads in shame, but more traditional orc chieftains from Draenor disagreed. In their opinion, it is normal for different clans and even races to fight for the sake of one bite.

  It is outrageous that in this series of events, Thrall, who is reconciling the two sides, can be said to be unflattering. The old-fashioned orcs felt that Thrall favored foreigners. The tauren felt that Thrall was nothing, and let the orcs come in and loot at will.

   In the past few years, the biggest problem that has plagued the tribe is the lack of food. From ancient times to the present, the orcs robbed the outside world if they didn’t have enough to eat, and if they couldn’t grab it, they rolled in and died.

   Thrall is not human.

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

   On the other hand, although traditional orcs are old-fashioned, 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 extremely disadvantaged, then there is no need to fight. The population of the core Frostwolf, Warsong, Blackstone and other clans is far from enough.

   This is a dead proposition.

   There is no way to lead the tribe to become bigger and stronger, and they will fight internally to death.

   Thrall sighed: "It's the tribe that is sorry for the tauren."

   "Great Chief!" The orc chieftains headed by Brain Cannon shouted in dissatisfaction.

   "Enough!" Thrall showed his majesty: "You all step back! Let's be alone."

   "Yes..." Regardless of whether he likes it or not, Thrall is still their great chief at this moment. All the chiefs filed out, leaving only Thrall and Kane in the hall.

   Thrall said solemnly: "Let go of you tauren, you can, as a price, I want the Alliance not to attack the Horde for three years!"

   (end of this chapter)