In the mountains of Hinterland and Arathi, the Grand Matriarch of the Deadwood Trolls sat in front of the campfire, quietly scanning the people of the Deadwood Clan present.

At this time, the night in the mountains has begun to frost, and every shout of the speaker brings out bursts of white gas, which sets off the murderous aura of the whole scene.

"Great Patriarch, have you forgotten the tragedy of Shadralo? The opportunity is just around the corner, Horde, join the Horde and reclaim everything we lost! ”

"Great Patriarch, humans and elves must be made to understand that the trolls are the masters of this land, and we must act."

"But isn't it insignificant that the Trolls of the Evil Branch and the Evil Tooth have joined the tribe of the Orcs, and that we have joined?"

"Just because the other clans have joined, we should join even more, otherwise wouldn't we be isolated?"

Looking at the most essential part of the Deadwood Clan, the patriarchs, priests, witch doctors, and great warriors of the various branches were arguing and arguing, and the big chiefs were not bad, just listening quietly.

"Oka, why don't you give your opinion?"

Eventually, the Great Patriarch found Oka huddled in a fire on the side to keep warm, and now the supreme administrator of Shadraro City, Oka is nicknamed "Bought City Lord" by the clansmen.

"Because the people don't want to hear me." Oka replied.

As the Great Patriarch spoke, the others gradually fell silent.

"But I want to hear from you." The Grand Patriarch changed his position to make himself sit more comfortably.

So, Oka tore off the bear skin he was draping over his body and stood up.

"Great Patriarch, as much as I hate humans, I admire that guy named Carlos. From him, I figured out a truth. Pacing around the campfire, Oka said slowly.

"The teachings from the enemy are always so unforgettable, what a painful realization, say it and let everyone listen to it." The Grand Patriarch looked very interested.

"A war for hatred will only bring more hatred and will do no good to the Deadwood Clan." As Oka said this, his eyes were fixed on the flames, and the flames stained his eyes red.

"What a joke, have you forgotten the war in Shadralo? Humans are here for revenge. The opponents shouted loudly.

"I thought so at first, so we lost, and we lost badly, badly." Oka didn't care that anyone disagreed with his point of view and continued.

"You know what? Until we lost the war, until I bought Shadralo with the sands, until I ransomed my people with precious stones, until I bought supplies from humans, I suddenly felt that the first half of my life was a joke. Oka's voice suddenly became inflamed.

One, two, Oka began to disarm himself, taking off his equipment.

Inner armor forged from stainless steel, skirts lined with chains, hunting knives forged with Mithril, spears with steel core foreskin......

A piece of equipment that looks ordinary on the outside is actually a good thing on the inside. Compared to the other deadwood trolls, Okka's outfit is almost luxurious.

"Look at this hunting knife, the humans have darkened it for nearly three times the cost to make it look less conspicuous. Look at this spear, forged by twisting steel. Don't ask me what the twisted steel method is, I don't understand it, but I challenged the Tyrant Bear King with this spear, and its bones shattered, and the spear was not deformed. Look at the armor again. With that, Oka smashed it down. Intact, see? ”

"After withdrawing from the humans, the dwarves took advantage of the fortress left behind by the humans and stuck Shadralo. Because I didn't fight back against the dwarves, many people laughed at me for being a coward and a coward. But they didn't know that the seeds we needed to restore production, and all the supplies we needed for life, came from the dwarven fortress. ”

After Oka finished speaking, the scene suddenly got a little out of control, and everyone began to talk, expressing strong doubts about what they had heard.

"Be quiet, and let Oka continue." The Great Patriarch spoke, and the scene quickly calmed down.

"Great Patriarch, what do we need to give to join the tribe, and what can we get? Is it all worth it? The object of Oka's rhetorical question was the Great Patriarch, but his eyes swept over the people present.

"What do we lose and what do we miss out on if we don't join the tribe?" Getting no response from the others, Oka continued.

Although the weather was getting colder, Oka was oozing sweat from his naked upper body, which made the scars on his body even more hideous.

"Guys, I know you're orchestrating me behind my back, slandering me in conversation. But I, Oka, this coward of your mouth, has brought Shadralo back to life in just a few years, and who of the mountain brethren has not received Shadralo's gift? ”

After saying that, Oka first knelt down on one knee and explained to the Great Patriarch: "I'm not bragging about my merits, I just want to use these to illustrate a problem. ”

"Go on." The Grand Patriarch nodded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Deadwood Clan is outdated, the trolls are outdated, and everyone only remembers that our ancestors once ruled this land, but they have forgotten how we were driven into the mountains and forests."

With that, Oka ignored hundreds of pairs of eyes glaring at him.

"Join the Horde, defeat the Alliance, kill all the humans and elves, and then what? And then surrender to the orcs? Surrender to Zuaman or Cincaro led by that crazy Hex? Or do you arrogantly think that the Deadwood Clan is already above all the trolls? ”

After Oka finished speaking, some people at the scene got up angrily and prepared to beat people, while some people listened and fell into deep thought.

"Stand out when you've had enough, Oka, and go on." The prestige of the Great Patriarch shocked everyone, and the scene fell silent again.

"Great Patriarch, what I say next may be a bit ugly, but I hope everyone here will be able to let me finish." Oka made a request.

"Yes, no one is allowed to speak until Oka finishes speaking." The great patriarch agreed.

"The defeat of Shadralo is not a good thing for us in the Deadwood Clan."

Just the first sentence, the scene was a little commotion, but under the oppressive gaze of the great patriarch, no one dared to speak out.

"Defeated in the war, although we suffered heavy losses, we also gained valuable time to recuperate. The Evil Branch Clan is also damaged, and with the deterrent power of the Great Patriarch's generation, there are fewer fights between us and the other Troll Clans. And the dwarven fortress that many people don't like to see, IMHO, that's a good thing. ”

As if they had been stimulated too much, the resistance of the trolls present had increased, and when they heard Oka's next remarks, their reactions were not as great as before.

"In the past, we had to guard against the dwarves, and the dwarves had to guard against us, and every year the patrols of both sides would fight each other a dozen times, and we would not mention the casualties on the dwarves' side over the course of a year, and the Deadwood Clan would sacrifice at least two hundred people on this meaningless battlefield. These are our precious people. Now, with that damn fortress, the dwarves have a sense of security, as long as they hold the fortress, the patrol of the dwarves will not leave the fortress for thirty miles now, and the pressure on our side is much less, in the past three years, less than fifty warriors have died because of the conflict and friction with the dwarves. ”

After listening to Okka's words, many trolls looked very surprised, they had never calculated these numbers.

"Those greedy humans even bypassed the dwarves to trade with us. Don't you think it's ironic to capture Shadralo, plunder Shadralo, and then trade with Shadralo. ”

As Oka narrates, more and more trolls feel an absurd delusion.

"And then they succeeded, and I saw the benefits of trade, I saw the tangible benefits, and I saw the wider world. What hatred, what doctrine is fake, what promise, what friendship is false, except for the Deadwood Clan, I no longer believe in anyone else, except for the one who gets it, I no longer believe in any agreement. ”

The more Oka spoke, the more excited he became.

"I probably understand what you mean, so what is your opinion on the request made by the orc messenger." The Grand Patriarch asked.

"Join the tribe, don't talk, lead the way, it's okay." Oka replied.