Warbringer

Unlike Admiral Dalein Proudmoore's Seventh Fleet, which was slowly heading to the northeast Lordaeron Continent by taking advantage of the reverse crosswind, the fleet of the orc tribe that was chased and killed by the Seventh Fleet and finally risked his life to break out of the maelstrom did not dare to stop for a moment!

Fearing that the enemy would chase them, they continued to gallop southeast to the sea, and with the help of the shamans' winds and currents, it took them only a few days to reach a western coast in the Northern Thorn Valley.

By this time, they had landed on the coast, and they were almost exhausted......

Finally, the soldiers of the tribes, who had endured a great storm, a chase, and a desperate run at sea, now had time to rest and begin to count their losses. When they get to the shore, the warriors of their orc tribe will no longer worry about those water ducks of the Seventh Fleet coming ashore to find trouble with their landlubbers!

“……”

At this time, under a makeshift fur tent on the coast, the Great Chief of the Tribe, Thrall, who had overcast spells in the storm zone and had almost never stopped channeling the winds for days, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he sat down in the tent on a stone the size of his head, with a wooden bowl in his hand, and looked at the busy orcs, trolls, minotaurs, and pig-headed people in the distance, and he turned his head and stared at the seashell soup in the bowl, and the large bowl of animal meat beside it, although they were delicious, but he was in no mood to eat them.

This time, their orc tribe can be said to have really suffered heavy losses......

When they set out, the Great Fleet, which had planned to go to the Lordaeron Continent to grab territory, suffered extremely heavy losses under the storm created by their own men and the indiscriminate bombardment of the Seventh Fleet, and the ships that managed to escape were less than one-third of the ships that they were able to escape from the Fist Blade Bay of Orgrimmar Land!

In that storm chase, because their tribe's ships were not as good as the enemy's, their ship's trebuchets and ballistae and those ridiculous throwing guns, etc., in that weather, they were completely powerless to fight back, and they were no match for the large naval guns of the naval battleships of Kurtilas...... So, in vain, they struggled and wailed under the brutal onslaught of the cannons of the great ships sprayed with flames and hot shells.

According to Saar's own estimates, what made him even more reproachful was that the sunk or wounded by the enemy and sunk was probably less than a third of the total number of the fleet? And those more casualties were directly buried in the terrifying storm they unleashed...... They were all sunk by the waves of madness or simply dragged directly into the abyss of death by the maelstrom of terror......

Up to now, there are only about 20 ships of all sizes that can successfully reach the North Thorn Valley...... Those who were able to land alive and set foot on the hard ground again, including the crew, were only more than 5,000 warriors...... And the more than 20,000 people who set out with them all died under the merciless sea of enemy artillery fire!

Sal couldn't help but cry out when he thought of the tragic casualties...... Think about the time when they faced the Burning Legion in the Battle of Hyjal, their tribe did not pay such heavy casualties before and after the battle, right?

So, he knew that it was all his responsibility as the Great Chief...... It was he who insisted on believing the human and Gianna's words...... That's why ...... But it has come to this, and it is useless to think about it too much, and the warriors will not survive......

What can their tribe do now except swallow this bitter fruit?

The hostile relationship between humans and orcs is actually not a day or two, even in the north of Durotar, in Ashenvale or Azhara, those night elves have always had friction with their orcs and often have some skirmishes?

Come to think of it, the battle between their orc tribe and the human alliance has never stopped since they came to this world of Azeroth...... Those false peaces are just like a piece of tattered linen, torn casually, under the false smiles, all that can be seen is destined to be those sharp knives and guns that are hidden by both sides.

“……”

The so-called peace ...... There has never been any peace between them orcs and humans or night elves...... It was just wishful thinking that he Sal had taken for granted...... In the eyes of those humans or night elves, they orcs will probably always be just invaders, nothing more!

"Here you are, Sarufar ......"

"Got it? We're landing here, this place...... Where exactly is it in the Valley of Thorns? ”

Finally, when King Sarufar, who had gone to count the supplies, personnel, and arrange for the construction of the camp, finally returned, Thrall quickly looked up and asked.

Their tribe had just landed here, and they didn't dare to run around casually because they weren't familiar with the place, so they just set up a makeshift camp in an easily defended and difficult place on the coast, intending to use it as a forward base for defense and exploration of the surrounding area.

"Great Chief, why haven't you eaten at all?!"

Sarufar didn't rush to answer Sal's words, but frowned and looked at the large bowl of animal meat in front of Sal and the bowl of seafood soup in the other party's hand, which was still full.

"Let's eat a little first...... I'll tell you more about it after eating! Rest assured, it's never bad news! ”

Sarufar sat directly opposite Sal, and as soon as he reached out, he pulled a piece of meat away from the large wooden bowl like a basin and took a bite of it, and then he stuffed it directly into Sal's hand unreasonably, signaling the other party to eat something first, and if he didn't eat, he wouldn't say anything.

“……”

However, Thrall was still not in the mood to eat it, so he put it in the big wooden bowl again, and then drank the soup in his other hand directly, and soon looked firmly at his friend and advisor Sarufar again, waiting for the other party to find out the information.

"Alas! So I'll talk about it...... Great Chief, take a look at this map first! ”

Seeing the other party's appearance, Sarufar no longer insisted on it, but directly spread out a pair of animal skins and spread them flat on the fairly flat ground.

Obviously, this is just a makeshift map, and it doesn't look like the orc's handwriting, because ah, those lines are too fine to look like the orcs' abstract style.

"Look, this is the information that we just met a group of goblin raiders and bought them with gold! This is the topographic map of the Valley of Thorns drawn by the goblin leader himself, although the accuracy of the detailed places is not guaranteed, but the other rough locations should still be more reliable. ”

"Look here, the big island we encountered before we landed—Yuyamba Island!"

Goblins can be said to be too many creatures in the Valley of Thorns! Here in the Valley of Thorns, in addition to the massive trolls scattered throughout the Valley of Thorns and scattered among the countless tribes, the most numerous are goblins.

Therefore, it is not too strange that Sarufar and they went out to explore the way, and it was easy to run into a gang of goblins.

"This coast of our present day, it's called Savage Bay, and we're in this location right now......"

Guiding Thrall's gaze, Sarufar spent places on the map, because this was what the goblins said while drawing, and many words were not common to the continent of Azeroth, if he didn't explain, I'm afraid the Great Chief Thrall wouldn't be able to understand it.

"To the north of us is the territory of a group of Zukunda trolls, who live in the vast ruins of that ancient city, probably more than one or two thousand in number, so we better not provoke them for now......"

"To the northwest, along the coast as we do now, is a tribe of trolls called Zudanya, who also live in the ruins of a town of their ancestors. If we go along the coast, which is about three to five days away, they will also build some small boats, and they are the ones who have been following our fleet in the open sea! It's just that their number is relatively small, and according to those goblins, their number is only about three or five thousand, so they shouldn't dare to come south to trouble us? ”

"Further east, it's the territory of the Ballar Trolls, the Kale Trolls, and the Gash Trolls......"

"Anyway, we're all around us right now, trolls and other wildlife! If we want to get out, at least conquer the Ballar Trolls or Gash Trolls to the east, as they are blocking our way north to the Twilight Forest of Stormwind or sail north along the Elwyn River to the Wilds West and Stormwind! ”

"As for the south side of the Valley of Thorns, it's even more chaotic! There are countless ogres, goblins, and trolls with their own spheres of influence, and I don't think they'll welcome us too much......"

Soon, King Sarufar introduced the general information on the map and the distribution of forces to Thrall, so that the Great Chief could have a more intuitive understanding of the situation and not make wrong judgments.

"Wait! Sarufar ...... You were just saying that along this Elwin River, you can go directly north to Stormwind? ”

Thrall stretched out his hand and pointed to the thick line that marked the river, and suddenly a very bold idea occurred in his head!

Because as far as he knew, the main forces of Stormwind City were definitely still in the Lordaeron Continent and the Outlands, if they could now send thousands of orc warriors north by boat, they would definitely be able to teach humanity a hard lesson and take revenge, right?

In short, Thrall felt that their 20,000 orc warriors must not die in vain!

If it was at sea, now the navy of their tribe is not an opponent of those alliance warships...... However, if you come to the shore, the warriors of the five thousand tribes will be enough to compete with double the number of humans! What's more, they now have a large number of shamans and warlocks in their fleet, which human mages cannot resist, even if the other party holds the city, their shaman's earth spells can destroy their city walls!

"Great Chief, you have a good idea! But...... I'm afraid it won't be possible......"

"You see, there really isn't any other way for us to get to Stormwind by water, except from this road to the east of us, all the way north to the Twilight Grove and to try to storm the Elwyn Forest! Because...... This reef sea will sink all the remaining twenty or so ships to the bottom of the sea......"

"If you have to take a boat north, you can only go east, to the venture capital firm camp next to Lake Neferrigan, and hire the goblin merchant ships to carry us north! But...... It's a pity, Great Chief, we don't have that much money right now! For the time being, we can only rely on killing crocodiles on the surrounding beaches and velociraptors in the woodlands. ”

After drawing a large circle in one place on the map, Sarufar had to sigh.

The authenticity of the map, which they had bought from the goblins at great expense, was supposed to be reliable, so he had already dismissed the crazy idea of raiding Stormwind that he had thought of before.

That damn Stormwind Alliance set a trap for them, gave them false information and lured them to be ambushed by the enemy, so that so much of the tribe's warriors were buried, this revenge, he Sarufar must want to revenge, and of course he wants to go to Stormwind City for a walk!

But right...... The reality is very cruel, and in the current situation of their tribe, if they don't clean up the trolls that are blocking their way, they may not even be able to get out of the Savage Coast, and when the time comes, they may be trapped here alive.

“……”

"Let's let the warlocks perform a ritual to build the portal...... We need to teleport the seriously wounded back and, if we can, let more warriors come to the land......"

"Sarufar, since those Stormwind Alliance humans have not been able to get what belongs to us from the Lordaeron Continent, then we have to get it from them now!"

"This place is about to become the foothold of our tribe in the Eastern Kingdom Continent!"

Standing up and walking over to the map of the hides that Sarufar had laid on the ground, Thrall groaned again, and after looking at it carefully for a moment, he crouched down and slammed his fist into the twilight forest!

"Great Chief! Have you really decided? ”

Seeing the position of Thrall's fist, Sarufar himself looked at it and nodded in agreement, his eyes began to glow with a fierce and cruel red light.

"Yes......"

"Since the Stormwind Alliance is not willing to share peace with us, then, we will give them war!"

Looking at the golden beach outside the tent and the endless turquoise sea in the distance, Thrall couldn't help but think of the bleak scene a few days ago, when their tribe's great fleet wailed in the storm and enemy guns...... Therefore, he will not allow such a terrible thing to happen again, never!

"Sarufar, you will go back with the wounded later, explain the situation to the elders of the tribes, and then ...... You tell them that because of my mistakes, the tribe has been humiliated and suffered great losses...... Therefore, from today onwards, I, Thrall, no longer deserve to be their Grand Chieftain, and now, I am just the vanguard general of the Thorn Valley tribe, and the messenger who brings war to the Stormwind Alliance......"

"And, whether they agree or not, I probably won't be returning to Orgrimmar anytime soon...... So, if you can, you ask them to choose another wise chieftain...... For example, Kane, the Minotaur Chieftain, I think that elder is quite good, he is more familiar with Kalimdor than I am, and he has a little friendship with the Night Elves, maybe he will be more suitable than me? ”

Thrall has now decided: since the humans of the Stormwind Alliance want war, then, now, he, Thrall, will personally bring them war as they wish! He wants to let those humans of the Stormwind Alliance take a good look, and he wants them to know that the blood of the tribal warriors will never be shed in vain!

The blood debt must be paid with blood!

"Great Chief! How do you ......?"

Hearing the reckless decision of the other party to directly ask for the removal of the position of high chief, Sarufar jerked to his feet, but just as he was about to say something, he was rudely interrupted by Thrall's outstretched hand.

"So decide! Sarufar ...... You have to go back, our orc tribe needs you! ”

"Tomorrow, I'll be leading a group of orc and troll warriors eastward, and I'm going to find out the details of that Balar troll clan to see if they can join us?" After all, we need a lot of troops right now, and if we teleport all of them from Kalimdor, the Warlocks will definitely be overwhelmed! And we don't have that much soul energy to sustain that expensive warlock portal......"

At this moment, Thrall's determination to fight the Stormwind Kingdom will definitely not waver, this is his redemption for the terrible losses of his tribe due to his wrong decisions, he must do so!

However, he will not brainlessly lead the remaining 5,000 or so warriors to the north regardless of it, he needs a little time to slowly clean up the nearby large and small troll tribes, and it is best to be able to let the other party join their tribes!

Anyway, whether it is coercion or annihilation, or negotiation and co-optation, there will always be a way.

Since the Darkspear trolls can join their tribe's family, Thrall has more reason to believe that the other trolls will too! If he encounters stubborn ones, then he can only use some unfriendly means to persecute them......

And the supposedly weaker Ballar troll clan is his first target!

"I see, Grand Chief, I'll go back!"

"But...... I will not agree with this hasty decision of you to step down from the position of Great Chief! No one can afford to make mistakes, and trust me, Sal, even Orgrim Doomhammer, who has made many fatal mistakes! So, that's not a reason for you to want to pass the buck! ”

"That's it, when you're not there, the elders of the tribe can discuss things together, and we will definitely wait for you to bring back the good news!"

One last glance at the silent tribal chief Sal, who knew that the other party was still blaming himself, and it was not advisable to persuade him, he turned around sharply and walked directly to the simple animal skin tent.

Before going back, he needed to arrange a few things, such as the warlock's portal, the wounded who needed to be brought back as soon as possible, and the military governor who stayed behind to serve as Thrall's deputy and manage the forward base.