Stratholme God

   Chapter 868 Personal solicitation (seeking monthly ticket)

   "[Our world] ah!" Varok Saurfang's voice was almost murmured at this moment, which is like a fierce man with heavy troops in his hands to kill decisively! ?

   There is no Draenor in the eyes of the orcs, that is not the name of the orcs, the orcs will only call their hometown in such simple and straightforward terms.

  Twelve years!

  I have been away from my hometown for 12 years without knowing it!

  Except for the orcs from the Iron Horde, when the first batch of orc babies had not fully grown up after the war, all the Horde orcs were expeditions from Draenor.

Thrall stepped through the portal in a daze. When he stepped on the muddy ground opposite the portal, he didn't care about the dirt, grabbed the mixture of mud and fungal tissue, and put it on his cheek affectionately. .

   "This is... Zangarmarsh, right? How did it become like this?" Beastmaster Rexxar looked suspicious.

   Their hometown has changed so much that many orcs no longer recognize them.

  There were five super large lakes as wide as the sea in the former Zangar Swamp, which is probably similar to the Dongting Lake in the Celestial Dynasty.

In today’s field of vision, huge mushroom plants are still overwhelming: these giant mushrooms whose poles are 100 meters high and whose umbrella tops cover several football fields-sized spaces are a bit like the Thousand Needles Forest, but they are no longer underfoot. The lake is full of water, but it is all muddy.

  The tribal bosses quickly reached a consensus.

   "We should still have at least one million compatriots living in this world, and we must never abandon them!" This is a tribe with orcs as the core, and Thrall's decision is beyond reproach, even the orcs from the Iron Horde from different worlds.

   This is not only a search for compatriots, but also a great opportunity for the tribe to come back.

The population of the    tribe is too small now, and only relying on the temporary support of the Iron Horde, it can continue to survive against the alliance, but to fight the alliance, the population is essential.

   And if this sudden emergence of the Dark Portal can be maintained, maybe the still-watery 'our world' can still provide a relatively stable source of food for the tribe?

   Now comes the problem - Thrall wanted to go back to his hometown to explore again, but was stuck in his neck.

The only way for the    tribe to travel from Feralas to Silithus is by airship.

   Goblin stuff, everyone knows it.

   After going back and forth, there are only five or six airships left that can be used today, and it is increasingly unable to meet the travel needs of the tribe.

   It is impossible to travel by land.

   In the past year, the Alliance has launched a pincer attack again. The Alliance of the Green Fortress has occasionally blocked the Southern Barrens for the purpose of cleaning the main body of the fallen Naxxramas fortress. At the same time, the First Army of Stratholme in Golden Sword Port was dispatched again to repair the Tanaris Desert Railway, which had been destroyed before, to control the northern part of the desert, and to extend its minions to the Un'Goro Crater area again. .

   Just two days later, two groups of goblins came to the door.

   "I am the representative of the Goblin Hotsand Consortium."

   "I'm Gallywix, the boss of the Rusty Water chaebol."

  The two goblins said in unison: "In terms of fighting the alliance, I think we have a lot of common language."

  The goblins of the two factions came to visit, and one of them was the leader. This kind of good thing seemed to drop a pie from the sky, making Thrall a little dizzy.

  Happiness, it came so suddenly!

   Still, Vol'jin calmed down a little and persuaded Thrall in private: "Goblins are the ones who really eat people and don't spit out bones. Great Chief, you have to be careful."

   Thrall smiled bitterly: "Do I still have a choice with the tribe?"

  For the tribe to fight against the alliance, the necessary force is necessary!

   Even if you can't open it four or six, at least three or seven, right?

   The problem is, the tribe doesn't even have three now, and the sky is one.

   The biggest factor that restricts the alliance from not attacking the tribe is not the strength of the tribe, but whether the alliance has food and whether there are other foreign enemies invading.

   This is just two words - sadness.

   Don't look at the fact that the Horde occupies six or seven provinces, or regions, on the Kalimdor Continent. If we really want to fight, maybe we can only defend one or two districts in the end, or even destroy them all.

   After Thrall and McDonald met in the Golden Sword Harbor, knowing that the hatred could not be eliminated, whether Thrall wanted it or not, the entire tribe embarked on the road of no return against the Alliance.

The    tribe took in the blood elf rebels, and then took the Forsaken with taboos. Now there are two goblin groups, and that’s not bad. Anyway, these guys, like the orcs, are all losers defeated by the alliance.

   Said they were losers, no, the Avengers weren't bad either.

   Azeroth is big, but it still can't hold two super leagues.

   Even if he knew that the new races that joined the tribe were somewhat pitiful, Thrall still couldn't refuse.

   What he can do is to make the Orcs as the backbone race bigger and stronger, and on this premise, no matter how many pitiful races the tribe joins, Thrall is not afraid.

   Of course, Thrall's heart can't be told to Vol'jin in person.

The    Horde received the help of the goblins and began to dig tunnels in the mountains between Feralas and Silithus, and suddenly there were hundreds of goblin airships.

   McDonald's can't help but be dumbfounded: "Did I force the goblins to the tribe ahead of time?"

   This is the inevitability of history.

   Goblins do many evils and are destined to become enemies with the Alliance.

   It's just so much in advance that McDonald's is a little speechless.

   Thinking about it, it makes sense. In history, except for the main cities of each race, each region must be a stronghold of the alliance, and the tribe has at least one bunker and camp on the other side.

   This is like dividing everything in half.

   Think about it, even the bed you sleep in has to be divided into the Chu, Han, and Han borders. Does that mean that even the wife has to go out in half?

   McDonald's can't stand this, especially the Eastern Kingdom Continent. It's literally killing the tribe. If it can be killed, it will not be gently driven away.

  The Eastern Kingdom Continent is basically a unified alliance, and the price is to drive the goblins, and more than one goblin company to the tribe.

  If Thrall really has no bottom line to accept garbage, maybe the venture capital company will also join the tribe, then it will be wonderful.

The actions of the    tribe have become the biggest driving force for the alliance to send troops in full force.

  Tyrande: "Since the great night elf traitor Illidan Stormrage has come to Outland, then the night elves cannot sit idly by. We must find out where this traitor is as soon as possible and bring him to justice."

  Magney: "And the fel orcs enhanced by fel energy and demon blood? You can't leave it alone, otherwise millions of fel orcs will smash into Azeroth (blocked at the gate of Ironforge)."

  Varian: "Ibid."

  The Dark Portal stormed out again, and Stormwind City and Ironforge were the first to be pitted. There are reasons to be anxious about the above.

  Rarely, McDonald's made it easy and also voted in favor.

   These families agreed unanimously, so the throne meeting became unanimous, and a total war-level expedition was to be fought.

   The only thing that surprised everyone was that MacDonald actually proposed to go personally, saying that the orcs caused heavy losses to Lordaeron, blah blah blah or something.

   This made the alliance bosses unbearable.

   (end of this chapter)