The continent of Kalimdor, the tribal capital of Orgrimmar.

The layout of the chieftain's hall remained unchanged, the brazier in the center of the hall crackled, and the high-ranking lords of the tribe stood under the throne, while Thrall walked back and forth in front of the throne.

"The changes in Garrosh during this time, I think everyone can see it, he is a qualified tribal warrior, glory burns in his heart, we should give him a chance to prove himself, so I also accepted the arena challenge he proposed. ”

"Oh, I have no doubt about Garrosh's glory, I doubt who he is loyal to, the tribe or the orcs?" said Wojin slowly, the old troll, who had never had a very good sense of Garrosh.

"He still has a lot of orc supremacy, which is not good. Kane Bloodhoof nodded in agreement, "But maybe he's changed, and aside from his previous shortcomings, Garrosh does have the ability and responsibility of a great chieftain." ”

Kane's words were immediately agreed by everyone present, after all, aside from the orc supremacy and the more extreme camp political attitude, Garrosh did show his ability and responsibility in addition to the Great Chief.

No one likes a cowering big chieftain, orcs aren't human, and they don't need a king who can only hide in the king's hall all day to deal with the nobility.

Well, King Varian said he didn't want to do that either, but the human tradition of aristocratic rule forced him to do so.

To get back to the point, now that the earth and the elements are calling for Thrall, and this call is becoming more and more urgent, the tribe is extremely proud to have a guardian of the earth in their camp, so there will be basically no problem for Thrall to succeed Deathwing.

The Ring of the Earth is ready to go, a team of elite shamans from around the world who will do their best to assist Thrall and contribute to the stability of the world of Azeroth.

So now everything is ready, just wait for Thrall to take care of the clan's family affairs, and then officially embark on the path of guardian.

"Varok, except for the Kukaron Guard, the affairs of the tribe's armies at all levels will be left to you, Garrosh is young and vigorous, and you will check and balance him, and I will surely let him grow up, and when you see fit, you will return the power to him. ”

Thrall stopped his steps and turned to look at King Sarufar.

Lord Sarufar nodded, then smiled bitterly, "Garrosh is probably going to hate me." ”

"Actually, you are the best replacement, Varok, and we have no problem with you leading the tribe forward. Kane Bloodhoof scratched his head.

"I'm a veteran, politics is the only thing I want to escape, and my axe won't help me run the whole tribe. ”

King Sarufar immediately waved his hand vigorously, he really had no intention of becoming the great chief of the tribe.

"Alright, guys, that's the end of the discussion, now let me do the last big thing I do for the tribe. ”

Thrall strode down from his throne and led a group of high-ranking magnates out of the Chieftain's Hall, where a group of distinguished guests were about to arrive in Orgrimmar and must be greeted by them.

The war on the Northrender continent had just come to an end, and the soldiers of all departments had not finished celebrating, and another big news spread all over the world in an instant.

The Zandalar clan has finally made the final decision, ending their long seclusion, opening up the Zandalar Islands to the outside world, and officially joining the Horde.

This move can be described as a stone that stirs up a thousand waves, and the alliance that is far away in the Eastern Kingdom Continent can't sit still, and the tribe makes a lot of money in a muffled voice, and suddenly comes to such a sudden situation, and their power is called a skyrocket.

In the glorious and powerful Troll Empire back then, in addition to the royal Gulabash tribe, there was only the Zandalar tribe, a high-level group that was also the ruling class.

Now that Gulabash and Zandarar have joined the Horde, this is a sign of the legitimacy of the Troll Empire, at least in the eyes of the other Troll Clans.

In the future, if any troll tribe encounters difficulties and wants to hug his thighs and follow the big guy, then he doesn't have to think about it, he will definitely go to the tribe, and he can only go to the tribe, and the others are all wild roads.

And now Woking's Dark Spear tribe, no one dares to say that they are traitorous exiles, and according to the current situation, the other troll tribes have done the same thing, you can't scold yourself.

Well, I don't know who always scolded the Dark Spear tribe for being the dogleg of the tribe.

So... It's so fragrant.

Of course, the reason why the Zandalar tribe has been delaying making a decision for so long is not because they are indecisive, but because they are bitterly divided about joining the tribe.

Well, to say that the differences are a little lighter, they directly fought a small civil war, and the scope was controlled in the upper groups.

After following Princess Tarangi back to China, the leader of the Prophetic faction, Zur, plotted and staged a coup d'état, and this sudden attack caused chaos within Zandala, and if it weren't for the help of the Loa gods, the god king Rastaha didn't know if he would be able to turn the tables on the Jedi.

Zur refuses to continue to obey the leadership and orders of Rastaha, the god-king, and absolutely insists that Zandalar should continue to live in seclusion, rather than choose to open up to the outside world and join the tribe.

To put it mildly, it seems that all the Troll Prophets have a kind of stinking habit of leaning towards depravity, and the Gurabash tribe has split into Hakalai Blood God worshippers, who are madly obsessed with the power of the blood god Haka.

Now the same problem arose within Zandalara, who abandoned his belief in the Loa gods in favor of the ancient dark powers of the blood god Gohorn and played the cult of blood.

Well, in some ways, you can't say that Zur is wrong, after all, the power of the blood god Gohorn is indeed much stronger than that of the Loa god.

Regardless of whether Gohorn is the ancient god of nature, or a pseudo-ancient god research test subject created by the Titans, this cute big bug, he is indeed powerful, and he also has the kind of spiritual whispering brainwashing ability of the ancient gods of nature, the Titan Pantheon has made a qualified copycat product.

All in all, Zur launched an attack on the god-king Rastaha, who was beaten into a dog on the spot, and Zur was almost on the verge of success.

Then, naturally, it's a standard counterattack routine, all kinds of Loa gods came to help, plus Princess Tarangi waved her flag and shouted cheers next to her, and the god king Rastaha brother added a bunch of explosive buffs, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and he beat Zur into a dog, completing the Jedi overturn.

Let you be disobedient, let you carry out a coup d'état, let you believe in evil gods, and beat you to death!

Ahem, anyway, Zur is almost finished, but Zur is not a brother who gives up lightly, and when he found that the coup failed, Zur also stayed for a long time, and led the younger brothers of the Prophet faction to retreat decisively, commonly known as fleeing.

They first went to the Sleep of Kings in the sacred tombs of the Zandalar tribe, used the power of blood to corrupt and awaken a group of ancient troll brothers, and then rushed to their sacred place of Odil, and joined Gohorn, the god of blood, who was trying to gain freedom.

At this point, there is an additional rebel army within Zandalara, and the situation is almost like that of Gulabash and Hakkale.

Therefore, the god-king Rastaha couldn't sit still, and he said that he couldn't delay any longer, and he had to find foreign help, and he must not let the prophetic faction of Zur release the blood god Gohorn, otherwise the whole Zandalar would be finished.

The Akunda expressed their support, and the god-king Rastaha said that you should, and did not ask you, and you are not a strong foreign aid.

The Cult of Akunda is furious, and the Akundas are going to make Rastaha, the god-king, pay a heavy price.

Alright, you mentally retarded cults hurry up, don't talk nonsense, form an emissary group with our Zandalar royal court officials, and go to the Kalimdor continent to find the tribe.

Okay big brother, do it right away, big brother.