At this moment, this chief, who may be the most special chief in the history of the orcs, is full of hope to find the prophet who gave him guidance in his dreams, and use the other's wisdom to lead his people out of the dark history of the past and embrace the future.
As an orc who grew up in the human world and learned a great deal of knowledge, the biggest difference between him and traditional orcs is that he can look at his compatriots from another perspective and figure out the sources of their barbarism, bloodthirstiness, violence and ruthless abuse of the weak.
It is precisely because he saw through the essence of the orcish nomadic clan social culture that Thrall proposed to revive shamanism to replace the missing spiritual beliefs.
He understood that given the orcs' long-standing traditions and nature, it was unrealistic to expect their compatriots to have the same morality and compassion as humans.
After all, orcs have always admired the strong and despised the weak.
When he was young, Grom Hellscream once refused his seriously injured wife's request to kill her to end her pain in order not to expose his weakness.
He also used insulting words to call her a "toothless wolf" in public, leaving his wife there to die.
If this is how they treat their family members, you can imagine how they treat outsiders.
It is obviously unrealistic to change this deep-rooted way of thinking by relying on the efforts of one person alone.
In desperation, Thrall could only settle for the next best thing and combine fighting, killing and glory together, and then integrate them with the traditional shamanism of the orcs.
He did not seek to change the thoughts and nature of his compatriots, but only hoped that they would stop killing innocent people indiscriminately regardless of gender, age or status as they had done before. He also widely publicized that killing enemies who had no ability to resist was not an honor but an insult to himself and his clan.
In this way, the orc race can maintain its strong combat effectiveness and gradually change the barbaric and backward image of the tribe in the eyes of the outside world.
It has to be said that as a leader, Thrall was truly a "man sent from heaven" who made tremendous changes to the orc race.
Without his strong suppression and revival of shamanism, the orcs might have been able to get the Darkspear trolls, who have a tradition of cannibalism, to join them, but they would never have been able to gain the recognition of the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, and it would have been even more impossible for them to convince Jaina to stand on their side and kill her biological father Daelin after the Battle of Mount Hyjal.
But unfortunately, this change is only temporary.
Thrall knew very well that it would take time to reshape the thoughts and concepts of an entire race, perhaps several years, a dozen years, or even decades.
What he lacks most right now is time.
What's even worse is that humans, who regard orcs as their mortal enemies, have also appeared on this ancient continent.
The only thing that made Thrall feel fortunate was that he met the local indigenous tauren and learned some important information about the continent of Kalimdor.
For example, there are the ubiquitous and aggressive centaurs, and the numerous boarmen in the Barrens.
Without the help and guidance of the Minotaur, he couldn't imagine how long the current number of warriors could hold out under the siege of the endless Centaur army.
Oh, by the way, those harpies who have the ability to fly and cast spells are also a big trouble.
There is no doubt that the ancient continent of Kalimdor is by no means a no-man's land.
Therefore, if the orcs, as outsiders, want to gain a foothold and obtain a piece of land of their own, they will inevitably go to war with the local indigenous people.
If this issue is not handled properly, the tragedy of both sides suffering losses in the previous two wars will inevitably be repeated, and it will also easily arouse the cold, cruel, bloodthirsty and tyrannical emotions in the orcs' nature.
Especially the recent restless behavior of the Warsong Clan made the chieftain feel particularly worried.
Not to mention that there are still a small number of warlocks among the orcs who still use shadow magic and secretly summon demonic creatures to fight and serve them.
Although these guys have now sworn allegiance to the new tribe and try to be as low-key and covert as possible in their daily actions, it is hard not to feel vigilant and worried considering what Gul'dan and the Shadow Council have done.
After all, anyone who dares to obtain knowledge and power from the demons of the Burning Legion is an ambitious and ruthless character.
No one knows how long they can hold out in this game with the devil, and when they will be unable to resist the temptation and betray and cause trouble in the dark.
Therefore, it is not easy for Thrall to be the chieftain. He often suffers nightmares at night due to excessive pressure.
He was not even sure if this was some kind of omen, which was why he followed the prophet's footsteps and took great risks to cross the Endless Sea.
But after arriving in Kalimdor, the prophet who had been guiding the way in dreams suddenly disappeared inexplicably.
This unusual situation undoubtedly made Sal very nervous and anxious.
Any mistake in decision-making could lead to the complete destruction of the newly born tribe.
Because of this, he often even felt that the heavy responsibility made him breathless.
You have to know that the real age of this so-called warchief is only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Even among the orcs with a low average life expectancy, he is still quite young. He is far from being as calm and wise as he was when he established Orgrimmar and tried to win over the Forsaken to join the Horde.
Nor have I grown to the point where I can remain rational and calm at all times.
"What are you worried about?"
Cairne Bloodhoof undoubtedly noticed the mental state of the orc shaman beside him, and took the initiative to ask in a slightly low voice.
Thrall smiled bitterly and replied: "Of course I am confused about the future of the orcs. You know, I haven't received any guidance from the prophet in my dreams for a long time. In addition, the emergence of humans and the unrest of the Warsong Clan also make me very nervous."
"Relax, that little human girl is obviously just looking for something and has no intention of fighting. Maybe she, like us, was guided by the prophet to come to this place to find the answer."
As he spoke, Cairne Bloodhoof glanced at the human soldiers behind him who were captured for being the rear guard during the encounter.
Because of the presence of peace-loving Tauren, the orcs and trolls did not kill the captives. Instead, they beat them up, tied them up and threw them at the back of the team.
Moreover, they were very stubborn and unwilling to reveal a single word from beginning to end, even when facing the threat of death.
This tough attitude and hateful eyes finally made the Tauren realize how deep the feud between humans and orcs was.
We also learned indirectly how bloodthirsty, violent and cruel these green-skinned creatures, who were once regarded as friends, were more than a decade ago.
Especially after witnessing the Warsong Clan's ruthless massacre of several human outposts, many Tauren people have even begun to feel that continuing to ally with the orcs may not be a good choice.
In short, like all intelligent races, the Tauren are divided into different factions.
Some are radical, some are peaceful; some worship the wilderness and the power of nature, while others believe more in the destructive power of the thick totem poles in their hands.
But one thing is certain, that is, the Tauren's feelings towards the orcs have gradually evolved from appreciation and gratitude in the beginning to alienation.
The most important thing is that Cairne Bloodhoof has received Medivh's hint in his dream, and he also feels that the problems within the orcs are quite serious.
He brought Chief Thrall to Stonetalon Mountains simply because he had high hopes for him and didn't want to be branded as ungrateful.
As for what the final result will be, we will only know after the mysterious prophet appears.
In this way, the leaders of the two races and the humans led by Jaina fought and searched for the right path in this intricate underground cave.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the deepest place where Medivh temporarily settled.
When the two sides met at the finish line, Jaina, who had been avoiding fighting, could no longer bear it and directly summoned a large number of water elements. She said in a disgusted tone: "How long are you going to follow me, you dirty green monsters? Since you are so eager to die, then come on!"
Before he finished speaking!
She immediately released the biting frost magic in an attempt to freeze all these tough enemies.
"Stalking? We are not following you, ma'am. On the contrary, it is you who has repeatedly stopped us in our tracks."
Thrall summoned the Ghost Wolf without showing any weakness, and started with a lightning chain filled with violent energy.
As we all know, pure water without any impurities is not conductive, but it is almost impossible for pure water to exist in nature, so whether it is river water, lake water or sea water, they are all conductive.
The same is true for the water element summoned from the elemental realm.
I saw a dazzling flash of lightning in the air, and several water elements were instantly evaporated and electrolyzed by the high temperature generated by the lightning.
The ghost wolf leaped forward and opened its fangs made of soul energy to tear the water elements into pieces one by one.
Perhaps judging from the scene, Thrall had an overwhelming advantage in this confrontation and cleared out all the water elements in just a few seconds.
Unfortunately, Jaina summoned these water elementals to buy herself time to unleash her powerful spells.
After the last water element turned into a puddle of water on the ground, she finally completed her magic.
The young girl with long golden hair suddenly raised her right hand and released a biting cold wind from her palm, as if it came from the Icecrown Glacier in the Far North.
In the blink of an eye, the wolf in soul form was frozen in place.
Along with the ghost wolf, several orc warriors who were at the front were also frozen.
What's even worse is that this cold is still spreading backwards along the cave at an unimaginable speed.
Even the minotaurs covered in thick hair began to feel their body temperature rapidly draining away.
"Damn it!"
Almost instantly, Thrall realized that this narrow cave would greatly increase the power of the opponent's frost spell, and he immediately wanted to summon the power of fire elements to fight against it.
Just as red flames began to appear from his hands, a voice suddenly echoed in the dim cave.
"That's enough! What do you think this place is? I won't allow anyone to use violence here!"
As these words came out of her mouth, both the frost magic that Jaina was releasing and the fire elemental power that Thrall summoned quickly faded away.
It was as if a more powerful force was suppressing the two powerful spellcasters in front of them at the same time.
Jaina was stunned.
Because since she completed her studies, not even the archmage Anthony Dass could destroy the spells she had constructed.
Sal was also standing there in amazement.
As a shaman, his greatest power is to communicate with spirits and elements, and then gain their power.
But now, someone can forcibly sever the connection between him and the elements.
But soon, Thrall recognized Medivh's voice and suddenly came back to his senses and shouted in surprise, "It's you! You are the prophet who always appears in my dreams! It's you who guided me across the Endless Sea to Kalimdor."
In contrast, Jaina, who knew more about the situation, looked him up and down before probing him in an uncertain tone, "So you are the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfal, the Lord Medivh who was killed by his friends because he opened the Dark Portal and let the orcs enter Azeroth?"
"Medivh?!"
Thrall obviously understood human language. He immediately realized who the mysterious human standing in front of him was, and his face changed drastically.
Because in his understanding, the last guardian of Tirisfal Glades was no different from Ner'zhul and Gul'dan. They were all the culprits who started the war and were also extremely dangerous enemies.
Seeing that his identity was exposed, Medivh simply stopped disguising himself, took off his hood to reveal his iconic face, and admitted directly: "Yes. I am Medivh, the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfal, and also the sinner who opened the Dark Portal and brought the orcs to Azeroth.
I was once dominated by a powerful dark force and joined forces with Gul'dan to open the Dark Portal. Later, I was killed by my best friend and wandered in another world as a soul.
It was not until recently that I was finally resurrected and sensed the invasion of the Burning Legion.
In order to save the innocent people of the Eastern Kingdoms, I have issued a warning to the leaders of all nations.
It's a pity that apart from you, there is no one else willing to lead the people away from their homeland and come to Kalimdor.
Neither King Terenas, Prince Arthas, nor your arrogant teacher Antonius Dass, listened to my advice.
Fortunately, another force was involved in this war.
I hope his power can help the world get through this difficult time once again.
In fact, when you left the eastern continent, most of the land of the Kingdom of Lordaeron had already fallen.
The Scourge has opened a portal to help Archimonde and the vanguard of the Burning Legion enter this world.
The alliance has gathered all its forces to fight against them, and they have finally managed to hold the line, resulting in a situation of repeated stalemate. "
In order to make Jaina and Cairne Bloodhoof understand the seriousness of the situation, Medivh told them the tragic war situation in the east without any concealment.
With the exception of the Storm Kingdom, which was infiltrated and controlled by the black dragon princess Onyxia and did not receive the news at the first time, the rest of the Alliance countries basically chose to come out in full force.
The nearest kingdoms of Gilneas and Stromgarde even mobilized the entire nation, recruiting all young and middle-aged men who had received militia training.
They would either work in the rear producing weapons, especially gunpowder and artillery shells, or be responsible for transporting supplies to the front lines, randomly selecting "lucky ones" to fill the defense lines where casualties occurred every day.
The lava forge in Ironforge was working day and night to smelt metal, and under the command of the gnome engineers, a production line of tanks, artillery and aircraft was built.
Stranglethorn Vale also quickly entered a wartime state, working overtime to produce aerial gunboats to ensure that the Alliance always had air superiority and overwhelming firepower advantage.
The remaining mages in Dalaran and the high elves in Silvermoon City finally put aside their prejudices and united to form the Alliance's first true spellcaster legion.
Even the goblin consortium in Stranglethorn Vale was dragged into the water and became a force temporarily hired by the Alliance.
It can be said that apart from the several orc clans scattered in the Eastern Kingdoms, the black dragon prince Nefarian in Blackrock Mountain, and the huge underground city of the Blackrock dwarves, the entire eastern continent has been united as never before.
This is also one of the main reasons why Medivh agreed with Zuo Si.
"What? The Eastern Continent has already gone to war!"
As a human, Jaina suddenly became nervous.
Medivh nodded seriously: "Yes, the Alliance has now tied down a considerable number of forces from the Burning Legion and the Scourge.
Therefore, there are no signs of large-scale invasion on the continent of Kalimdor for the time being.
But I can assure you that Archimonde has already built a portal somewhere and is summoning his troops in a steady stream.
So you must lead your army and march towards Mount Hyjal immediately."
"Then what about these orcs? Are they also the reinforcements you have found? You don't want me to form an alliance with them, do you?"
Jaina looked at Thrall with a wary look on her face.
Influenced by her father Dai Lin, she now obviously has no good feelings towards these invaders.
In fact, in the original timeline, this Daughter of the Sea strongly opposed the alliance with the orcs, and in the end it was Medivh who forced the two sides together.
"That was indeed my original plan. After all, no matter how bloodthirsty and brutal the orcs are, they are still much stronger than demons and undead. Unfortunately, they disappointed me."
As Medivh blurted out these words, Thrall, who was standing beside him, tensed up all of a sudden and asked quickly, "Disappointed? What do you mean by that?"
"What do you mean? Look at what your orcs have done!"
After saying this, Medivh unceremoniously used magic to show everyone what was happening far away in Ashenvale.
The Warsong Clan, which had been completely controlled by Mannoroth, was slaughtering all living things in the Ashenvale Forest with impunity, setting large tracts of primeval forest on fire and allowing the raging fire and thick smoke to continue to spread outward.
Once a night elf sentinel appears, it will immediately rush forward and break the opponent's limbs, then open its big mouth full of fangs and drink the blood from the female night elf's neck until the opponent's blood is sucked dry, and then it will abandon the corpse and look for the next prey.
Such a tragic scene was too much for Jaina, who had a grudge against the orcs, to bear. Even Cairne Bloodhoof, who was supposed to be an ally, couldn't help but curse, "They are just like demons! Thrall, tell me, are these your so-called brave and honorable compatriots? What they did is simply a defilement of Mother Earth!"
It is obvious that the Tauren originally worshiped nature, protected nature, and were willing to live in harmony with nature. They were the kind of race that were born to be druids.
This means that their attitude towards forests and grasslands is similar to that of the night elves.
"Evil...evil orc! Oh my God! Grom, what on earth have you done?"
At this moment, Sal had no time to defend his compatriots. Instead, he was terrified, and his green face showed a bloodless panic.
He had heard more than once about the terrible state in which orcs lost their minds after drinking the blood of demons, so he had always emphasized the use of shamanism to fill the extreme inner and spiritual emptiness of the orcs.
But now, in just a few days, Grom Hellscream had destroyed everything he had spent years building.
Just when the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little heavy, another voice suddenly came from the darkness behind.
"Are you sure you want to know what the Warsong clan did?"
moment!
Everyone present quickly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.
In just two or three seconds, Zuo Si's figure left the shadow and appeared in the dim torchlight.
“You’re finally here.”
There was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in Medivh's tone.
He had never expected that just after the other side reminded him that the Burning Legion would use the orcs to attack Cenarius, this demigod who had made great contributions in the War of the Ancients would die on the spot.
"Yeah, how could I be absent from such an important occasion?"
While speaking, Zuo Si also blinked at the confused Jaina.
Thrall was obviously still a little confused about the situation, or maybe he was too concerned about Grom and the Warsong Clan, so he asked desperately: "What did Grom do? Did he drink the demon's blood again?"
“No, it’s not as simple as just drinking the demon’s blood. After drinking the demon’s blood, he killed Cenarius, the guardian demigod of the Ashenvale Forest, and also went to war with the night elves’ sentinels.
Both of them were heroes who resisted the Burning Legion's conquest of this world ten thousand years ago.
In other words, you orcs are now making the same mistake on the continent of Kalimdor as when you passed through the Dark Portal and descended on the eastern continent, and have once again become the public enemy of all races.
I guess in the eyes of the night elves and their allies, you are equated with servants and minions of the Burning Legion.
So I'm sorry, from now on the orcs will be kicked out of the coalition of all races in Azeroth.
Because whether in the Eastern Continent or Kalimdor, you will always be unforgivable invaders, a group of inhumane and brutal destroyers. "
Zuo Si's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Sal's chest so hard that he almost vomited blood.
You must know that when fighting guerrilla warfare in the southern part of Lordaeron and liberating the orcs imprisoned in the internment camps, this great chief with a vision that transcends the times has been suppressing the warlike sentiment within the orcs and ordering the clans not to actively provoke humans unless absolutely necessary, and not to massacre villages and towns.
The purpose is to change the bad image of orcs as brutal invaders.
Later, when they arrived in Kalimdor, he even thought that he could lead the orcs to start over in this place where no one knew them.
But no one expected that at the critical moment, Grom and the Warsong Clan launched a fatal backstab.
Although we still don’t know how powerful the night elves are.
But Thrall knew very well that the race that could resist the invasion of the Burning Legion's demons ten thousand years ago could definitely not be weak.
Maybe they are the most powerful country in the world.
Being enemies with both the most powerful Alliance in the Eastern Continent and the most powerful night elves in Kalimdor at the same time, the feeling is despairing just by imagining it.
If the two joined forces to strangle the orcs, Thrall could not think of any way to ensure the survival of the orcs except to join the Burning Legion again and become the devil's servants.
After being silent for several minutes, he suddenly raised his head and argued with two bloodshot eyes: "Grom and his Warsong Clan cannot represent all orcs! I can lead the Frostwolves and other clans to prove that we are not minions of the devil!"
“Sorry, we don’t need you to prove anything, nor do we need the orcs’ pitiful military strength.
Because you can't guarantee that there won't be a second Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan under your command.
There is no guarantee that after seeing the demon's blood, the beasts in this group, which are filled with savagery, bloodthirstiness and violence, will not rush up to drink it.
Now you can take your people and leave."
Zuo Si, with a smile on his face and in an extremely cruel tone, completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in the other person's heart.
This is undoubtedly the price one has to pay for carrying original sin.
"You think all orcs are beasts?"
As a shaman, Thrall undoubtedly felt the naked and undisguised contempt and malice.
"Isn't it?" Zuo Si asked with a smile. "Look at what your compatriots are doing, and think carefully about what your race has done in the years since the opening of the Dark Portal. Looking back at the history of Azeroth, the only ones with greater destructive power than you are the demons of the Burning Legion, the undead of the Scourge, and the army of the Old Gods. Even the trolls, who are considered barbaric, are more civilized than the orcs. At least they won't kill the envoys sent to negotiate."
"You're forcing us!"
Thrall clenched his fists subconsciously.
Because from Zuo Si's eyes, he felt the animal-like gazes of those human nobles when he was a slave gladiator.
It was this kind of gaze that deeply hurt his self-esteem, and also made him realize that no matter how hard he tried, he could never truly integrate into human society.
To be precise, in the eyes of humans, no matter how civilized and excellent an orc behaves, he is ultimately just a smarter "pet".
Owners may reward pets for good behavior, but they will never allow pets to have the same status and identity as their owners.
"Haha, I'm just forcing you. It was you who committed the unforgivable crime first. If you want revenge, you can follow Grom's example and lead all the orcs to join the Burning Legion. I think the Pit Lord Mannoroth will be very happy to accept his little pet back."
Zuo Si obviously knew Sal's hidden thoughts and bottom line, and he unceremoniously stimulated the other party's most sensitive nerve.
Thrall's breathing suddenly became rapid, and one of his hands tightly grasped the Doomhammer passed to him by the orc hero Orgrim, as if he would suddenly jump up and smash the opponent's head in the next second.
Like Arthas, who was more of a berserker than a paladin, Thrall was trained as a warrior in his youth.
Therefore, his fighting style is completely different from that of traditional shamans. He can also wear solid plate armor, hold a warhammer and rush into the most densely populated areas of the enemy to kill them all.
This is why he was able to hold the position of chieftain and was never challenged.
There are very few warriors in the entire orc group who can guarantee that they can defeat Thrall in a one-on-one combat.
Angry! Impulsive!
A strong desire to turn emotions into violence and vent them! Although Thrall had experienced many things that made him crazy, such as the painful night of burying the Durnholde Castle, he had never been so eager to kill someone as he was now.
Because this person's goal is to push the entire orc race into an abyss of no return.
He even suspected that the Warsong Clan's drinking of the demon's blood was directed and planned by the other party.
The purpose is to kick the orcs out of the coalition and forever brand this race as invaders and minions of the devil.
In this way, Thrall's hard work to transform the orcs into a normal race would completely fail.
They will never be able to obtain the right to settle and reproduce, and will always be regarded as invaders by all local residents of Azeroth, and will naturally be morally inferior to others.
Such a harsh living environment will also stimulate the bloodthirsty and brutal side of the orcs, making them more keen to use war and killing to solve problems.
But in the end, the young chieftain still controlled his impulse to go berserk, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, then turned around and said to the guards he had handpicked, "Since we are not welcome here, let's go!"
Upon receiving the order, the orc warrior turned around and returned along the original route without saying a word.
But before they took a few steps, they suddenly discovered that Cairne Bloodhoof and his tauren warriors did not move.
This action immediately made all the orcs and trolls, including Thrall, look surprised.
Sar himself was even more disappointed. He stopped and asked, "Old friend, don't you plan to join us?"
"Excuse me, my young friend. This time, the tauren must fulfill their responsibilities. In this war against the Burning Legion, we must contribute our own strength."
After saying that, Cairne Bloodhoof lowered his head apologetically, put one hand on his chest and bowed to the orc shaman who had helped his tribe.
Needless to say, this undoubtedly represents a split among allies.
Compared to following the bloodthirsty and brutal orcs, the Tauren finally chose to trust the native races of Azeroth.
At least although humans also show hatred in battle, they are obviously much more rational and civilized.
He was even able to get along well with the wild boars when he first met them.
Hearing this, Thrall's eyes dimmed instantly, and without saying a word he disappeared into the depths of the cave with the few remaining people.
With the departure of the Tauren, the orcs in Kalimdor were suddenly reduced to a state where they didn't even know what to do next.
After Thrall had completely walked away, Zuo Si smiled and said to the tall Tauren chieftain, "Welcome to us, Chief Cain.
You made the right choice, which was to cut off contact with the orcs in time.
Believe me, forming an alliance with them is definitely not a good thing for the entire Tauren race.
Because Thrall is an absolute outlier among the orcs.
He can't be the chief forever, and he will have to hand over power sooner or later.
At that time, any non-orc race will be suppressed and even become cannon fodder in the war.
As a peace-loving Tauren, that is definitely not the result and future you want."
"Who are you......"
Cairne Bloodhoof first looked Zuo Si up and down, then turned his gaze to Medivh.
The latter had obviously communicated with the old cow many times in his dreams, and immediately explained: "The one standing in front of you is the God of Contract from another universe. In the future, he will become the guardian of Azeroth, ensuring that our world is always safe from all external threats, including the Burning Legion."
"god?!"
Cairne Bloodhoof showed an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.
Not only him, but even the Tauren warriors behind him were stunned.
Fortunately, the Tauren Chieftain had seen a lot of things, so he quickly came to his senses and cautiously asked, "Why do you want to protect our world? Or what is the price we need to pay?"
"I have already talked to Medivh about this, you can ask him.
In addition, I suggest that you quickly bring all the Tauren warriors to join Jaina.
Next, you must race against time to Mount Hyjal, find the night elves to form an alliance and prepare for an attack.
I can sense that Archimonde is ready to launch a full-scale attack."
Zuo Si obviously didn't have time to explain too much to Cain Bloodhoof. After saying this, he instantly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
…
At the same time, on the other side, after exiting the intricate cave, Thrall immediately boarded the airship and crossed the canyon to join the army under his control.
When he told the other clan chiefs that Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan had drunk the demon's blood, the entire army was in an uproar.
Some of them cursed loudly at these idiots, saying that they had finally regained their freedom but were so stupid as to become slaves of the devil again.
Others believe that Grom's choice was correct, and that the orc warriors who drank the demon's blood would gain powerful strength.
With this power, they will be able to sweep across the continent of Kalimdor and make it the orcs' homeland.
Finally, there are warlocks who secretly use shadow and fel magics, hoping to find this spring and use it as the source of their own power.
In short, since Thrall has not yet gained the high prestige to become the savior of the entire race, the chiefs of the clans below all have their own little thoughts.
The only clan that remains loyal may be the Frostwolf Clan.
"What should we do now?"
Thrall sought advice from his advisor, Eitrigg.
After thinking for a moment, the latter replied in an extremely heavy tone: "We must draw a clear line between Grom and the Warsong Clan. It would be best if we could kill him with our own hands and prove to the world that not all orcs are monsters."
"Killed Grom Hellscream?
Are you kidding me? He was already recognized as the strongest warrior, and he drank the blood of demons and killed the demigod Cenarius.
Right now, the entire Warsong Clan has transformed into fel orcs, and their strength is several times that of our warriors.
Launching an attack on them at this time would result in heavy losses to our already limited remaining military forces.
Most importantly, even if we did, that man would not give us the chance to atone for our sins by joining the coalition.
He clearly wants to push the orcs into an abyss of no return, so that they will never be able to survive and reproduce in this world with a legitimate reason."
Sal slammed the table hard and retorted loudly in an excited tone.
"That's why we have to do this. Otherwise, if we leave Grom and the Warsong clan alone, every act of destruction and killing they commit will become an indelible stain on the orcs. Warchief, it's time to take a gamble."
Eitrigg spoke his mind in one breath.
He once had a cross-species friendship with Tirion Fordring, and he also observed the behavior of humans during his time in seclusion, and realized that this was a group with values that were completely different from those of the orcs.
The most typical difference is the attitude towards the weak.
Humans will sympathize with and care for the weak, instead of despising and abusing them like orcs do.
This means that the other party has a very high moral standard, which is particularly evident in Tirion Fordring.
So Eitrigg wanted to gamble on humanity's conscience.
As long as the orcs performed bravely in this civil war and eliminated the Warsong Clan who joined the Burning Legion, they could be forgiven to a certain extent.
In this way, even if they failed to join the coalition, they would not necessarily be liquidated after the war.
But if the Warsong Clan is left alone, they will almost certainly be liquidated.
So the orcs have no other choice at the moment. The only thing they can do is to gamble everything they have.
Moreover, eliminating the Warsong Clan would set a negative example for other orc clans, warning them of the new tribe's zero-tolerance attitude towards demons...
(End of this chapter)
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