Although the good wish of scattering coins cannot be realized, the Zandalar trolls still have a relatively hard matter to solve, which is naturally the civil war.

The tribal officials immediately agreed to the request of the Zandalar royal court, saying that they would send the most elite Glory Warband to Zandalar Island, led by King Sarufar himself, to fully assist the Zandalar trolls in attacking Odil, slashing the blood god Gohorn alive, and tearing the prophet Zur with his hands, as if it was time to practice his hands before the expedition to the parallel world of Draenor.

Subsequently, the alliance also "happily" boarded the thief ship, with a look of reluctance.

Oh, here's the thing, it's strange to blame the alliance buddies for being cheap, and they always want to provoke the tribe, a good friend who loves and kills each other.

The detailed cause, this is going to start with a weather change, and the party Ollie tells you the story around you.

The orc brother was an ordinary adventurer, and at the time of the incident, he was wandering in the west-central part of the Nazmir region, riding his beloved little wolf, looking for the troll village marked in the bounty mission, which, according to Zandalara's official information, was now occupied by blood trolls, and the orc brother was going to cut off a few heads to go to Dazaro to receive the reward.

On that day, the wind was beautiful, the breeze in the Nazmir swamp was still so fishy, the blood moon on the other side of the Hades was still hanging high in the sky, everything was so normal.

"At that time, I was in a hurry and thought, I hope I don't go to see that old bastard of Bonsandy today, he always mocks me for the wrong timing of my charge, which led to my death, every time my soul is sent back to my body, I have to endure the taunts of that old troll bastard, Zandalar can't be replaced by an ordinary angel sister! No matter how bad it is, Wagri can do it, why does it have to be Bonsandy! So I'm going to appeal here, ask Bonsandi to change his area of responsibility back and forth, tour, so that I can... ”

"Ahem, Mr. Armorbreaker, get to the point... ”

"Oh, yes, to the point!" the orc brother nodded, continuing to tell the story of his outwitting alliance dogs.

On that day, the wind was beautiful, the breeze in the Nazmir swamp was still so fishy, the blood moon on the other side of the Hades was still hanging high in the sky, everything was so normal.

The orc brother rode his wolf along the road to the target location.

Suddenly, the otherwise gloomy weather changed dramatically, and a thick fog that came out of nowhere quickly spread, enveloping the entire surrounding area, and the air was filled with the salty smell of seawater.

The tide was howling, the sailor's song was faint, and then there was a faint sound of killing, and the orc brother was very puzzled by this.

He followed the source of the sound all the way, and when he arrived, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this was the blood troll village he was looking for!

Uh, well, to be precise, the village of the former blood trolls, because at the moment the blood trolls are dead, the captured are captured, and the orc brother also saw a team of human soldiers shooting those unimportant miscellaneous people on the spot.

The orc brother was surging in blood and angry, not because of the group of blood trolls, after all, he was also here to kill the trolls, but because of the sudden appearance of the alliance dog.

This is a shameful invasion of the tribe's territory! This is a secret act of aggression! The dog's paws of the alliance are too long! They are not satisfied with the beautiful burly fat woman of Kurtilas, and now they still want to fight the idea of wild female trolls and glorious orcs! Shameful! Greedy! Obscene! Despicable! These beauties belong to our tribe!

Blood and glory instantly poured into the heart of the orc brother, and the fighting spirit came up, and the orc brother thought of the hero Brooks, thought of King Sarufar, thought of the Akunda Cult, ahh

The orc brother clenched his battle axe and laughed coldly, and then he started running, for the tribe!

He ran to his war wolf, turned over to the wolf, and drove his good companion to start running as well, for the sake of the tribe!

He ran onto the road, getting farther and farther away from the village occupied by the elite troops of the Alliance, he was rushing back to Dasaro, he was going to report to the tribal officials, it was all for the tribe!

"It's all for the tribe!"

"Okay, thank you Mr. Armor Breaker for the review and explanation, this is the special interview site of the Goodnight Tribe, and the next broadcast is the large-scale epic TV series "The House of O'Grimmar", please continue to lock this station, thank you. ”

Well... All in all, the vanguard of the Horde's Glory Regiment in Zandalar learned the news and immediately rushed to the location of the incident in the Nazmir swamp region with the troops sent by the Zandalar royal court to find out.

Oh, and they got to the bottom of it, because the fog was so unusual.

After the witch doctor and the shaman teamed up to dispel the sea fog created by the Kul Tiras Sea Tide Sage, the tribesmen were pleasantly surprised to find a large group of old acquaintances and friends.

And you, hey, isn't this the Seventh Legion's boss Paladin, Halver Wimbane!

This time the scene is a little embarrassing, without the cover of the fog, the alliance secretly infiltrated the troops directly exposed to the sight of the tribal army, not moving, not moving, heaven and earth can be seen, they have all begun to build walls around this village, what they want to do is really clear at a glance.

Run over and secretly enclose the land and build a forward surveillance fortress, right? Yes, Alliance Dog, it's quite good at playing.

The alliance buddies are also social people, and they are not flustered after being recognized, and they laugh, which is called a hearty.

"Friends of the tribe, don't be anxious, and listen to me, it's like this, that's what, what about us... Well... It's just to come to archaeology.,Isn't this a bunch of marble?,So isn't this a waste utilization.。。。 ”

"Shut up, cunning alliance dog! Shut up!

The old tribe buddies are not big fools.,Now that I've caught the little handle of the alliance.,It's too much of a loss if you don't take advantage of it.,So...

Okay, you like to come to Zandalar so sneakily probe your brain, don't you? Yes, why not, come on, come, don't go, I see that your heavily armed archaeological team is quite a lot of people, so come with us to Odil to find the blood god Gohorn desperately, eat and live, and let you go home after killing Gohorn.

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The alliance buddies who secretly enclosed the city wall were silent for a moment.

Woon X Nima!

Well... That's the way it was, the Alliance Brother reluctantly demolished his half-built construction site, and then was enthusiastically pulled by the tribesmen to Odil, where the outskirts have now become a fierce battle zone.

Come on, come on, fight with us, and be a harmonious family!

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Woon X Nima!

The alliance buddies cut down a group of congested blood-hugging beasts, and kept scolding the tribal pigs in their hearts.