It doesn't matter if the tribe finds out about the problem, Gary Vickers also has an investment in Lordaeron, and it won't be a big deal to take the tribe's gold to join the alliance when the time comes.

Garrosh snorted heavily in his nose, indicating that he understood.

The tribesmen have a big business and a lot of expenses.

Sometimes he would hate Sal and hate the other party for throwing him a mess, Sal saw all kinds of contradictions within the tribe, and instead of dealing with them, he patted his ass, and left the position of the great chief like a good man, and gained countless friendships, but let himself deal with the intricate relationships in the tribe.

Garrosh admits that he wants to fight, but is he the only one who wants to fight? No, the whole tribe has a thirst for war.

When dueling with the Minotaur chieftain, was he the one who smeared the poison on the Bloodroar Tomahawk? No, it was the radical faction among the Minotaurs, the Terror Totem Clan.

But he still can't explain it, so he carries a cauldron.

Accepting goblins would make many orc warriors despised, and for the money and resources in the hands of goblins, he endured it.

Approaching the Zandalar troll, he knew it would cause Werking to be upset.

In fact, Wojin is very dissatisfied, once Zandalar joins the tribe, who should the trolls listen to then? Is it to listen to him, the chief of the Darkspear tribe, or to listen to Zandalara?

According to the hierarchical concept of trolls, the Darkspear tribe is a small tribe the size of a sesame mung bean, and Zandalara?

Zandalar is a royal family of trolls, whether it is their level of civilization or the number of Loa gods, or the way they walk with their backs straight, Zandalar is the ruler of rulers, standing with the Darkspear tribe, the two sides are like princes and villagers, and their status is completely different.

Woking had also absorbed some of the Gulabash Trolls, Blood-Topped Trolls, and Skull-splitting Trolls before, and if the Zendarar Trolls joined the Horde, would these tribes immediately go over and hug the thick legs? That's for sure!

Woking thought that Garrosh was suppressing him, and the tribe marched on the island of Zandalara, but he did not come, the excuse was extremely crude, and he was sick! A legendary Shadowhunter who plays with voodoo every day can get sick? Who believes!

In this way, Garrosh arrived on Zendalar with the radicals among the Minotaurs, the disgruntled opposition to Woking, the undead surrenderers who escaped from Northrend in the north, the goblin opportunists who wanted to make a lot of money, and the mighty Orc main battle faction.

It's a lot of effort to bring together this group of guys with different minds.

He gripped his battle axe and walked out of the huge palace called Dasaro.

The troll's cunning made him regret it a little, he came too quickly, and he definitely couldn't go back now, but if there was no benefit at all, he, the big chief, would not agree.

"Hey, hey, hey....." A gloomy smile sounded behind him.

Garrosh looked back with great composure and found a tall troll with a golden feather crown on his head and gold ornaments on his wrists and ankles.

Garrosh's gaze was extremely sharp, and he stared at the old troll who looked old.

"Is there something wrong?" He speaks troll, but his voice is very thick.

"Honorable Great Chief, I am here on behalf of the Zanshur Council, I am Zur, and I am very interested in the glorious past of the Horde."

The Troll Priest's words were humble, but his demeanor and eyes were not so respectful, and there was a lot of scrutiny in his eyes when he looked at Garrosh.

Garrosh, an orc of a primitive tribe, certainly didn't understand what a council was, just as he didn't know the difference between a human king and a tribal chieftain.

But he knew that the old troll named Zur must have something to do with him.

He repeated his question: "Is there something wrong? ”

Zur naturally bowed his head, making himself a little shorter than Garrosh.

"Of course, of course, we in the Council of Zandshu have a lot of work to do with the Tribe's assistance."

Garrosh looked around, many soldiers belonging to Zandalar turned a blind eye to the priest's conversation with him, these soldiers were supposed to be loyal to King ZandalaraRastaha, but the current attitude? Garrosh felt that he already knew the Parliament's place among the Zandalar clans.

"The tribe is willing to help you, but what can you give?"

"The Golden Fleet! Zandalar also has an invincible fleet at sea, all of which are loyal to the Council of Zanshur and, naturally, to the great horde. ”

As an orc born and raised in the Nagrand steppes, Garrosh didn't have any concept of a navy before him, not that he had a low IQ, but he hadn't been exposed to it.

After serving as the Grand Chief of the Tribe, after a lot of study, he has come to understand the importance of warships.

Unfortunately, Thrall did not have enough money to leave behind, and the tribe lagged far behind the alliance when it came to navigation.

Now the ships the tribe relies on are from goblins, and he doesn't trust them.

"At what cost?"

Zur smiled darkly: "The Council of Zanshur has had some dealings with Pandalia in the south, and we have some secret hands there, if the tribe wants to......"

Garrosh was unmoved: "What else? ”

"And?" Zur thought for a moment, "The Blood Trolls have unearthed an ancient and mysterious site deep in Nazmir, and we suspect that it is some device left behind by the ancient Titans, and may contain a very powerful weapon. ”

"Anything else?"

“...... King Rastaha only wants to suppress the Serpents, but we have a more sacred job as priests, and we have some evidence to speculate that there is some kind of secret buried in the depths of the Serpent Man Temple. ”

Garrosh looked Zul in the eye, "You're not telling the truth, troll. ”

With a hypocritical smile on Zur's face, "Everything I say is true, honorable Great Chief. ”

"What is your ultimate goal?" Garrosh didn't shy away from asking.

"Of course, the Council of Zanshur rules over all of Zandalara!" Zur's answer seemed to be a matter of course.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment.

"Go and convince your council, and your stubborn king! The Horde will wipe out the Blood Tribe for you, and you'll need to provide the Horde with food to feed the army for a year, plus I'll need the Blood Trolls' territory, and all the information about the site! ”

The old priest Zur's somewhat cloudy eyes stared directly at Garrosh, and after almost a minute, he nodded slightly: "As you wish, honorable Great Chief." ”

Garrosh turned to leave.

That night, Zur provided various records of the ruins in Nazmir's depths, which according to the Zandalar trolls translated it was called Odil.

Three days later, King Rastakha reluctantly agreed to the Horde's terms, collecting food from all over the country and handing it over to the Horde, and the Horde army marched vigorously towards the Nazmir swamps in the north.

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