The situation within the tribe continued to deteriorate, and not only the trolls and minotaurs turned against each other, but even the orcs began to break up.

The orcs of the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunder King Clan, under the leadership of the old chief Durontan, completely sealed off the entire Valley of Trials region, and built a defensive line in the southern region of Durontar to engage in a military confrontation with Razor Ridge, a fortress in the central region controlled by Garrosh, and at the same time bluntly refused to accept Garrosh's leadership, and demanded that Garrosh step down immediately, and re-elect the Great Chief within the tribe.

Durotan's move was immediately supported by his old friend Orgrim, and the two old figures of the old era are now back in battle, and he brought all the orcs of the Blackstone clan loyal to him to the Valley of Trials, where they joined forces with the orcs of the Frostwolf and Thunder King clans to form a tribal rebel army.

At the same time, the ogres, as the younger brothers of the orcs, were also divided, and the Overseers on both sides took all the ogres who were willing to be loyal to their side and brought them to the front line of the confrontation, ready to fight.

The ogres are happy, they finally don't have to raise wild boars and farm, they can finally fight, oh mom, thank you Grand Chief Garrosh for giving us this opportunity, kill!!

In the Outlands, the Maghan clan of the Nagrand Prairie has declared its neutrality and will not participate in this intra-tribal political conflict.

This is also normal, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, how do you want them to choose, Garrosh Durotan Sarufar? That's their own countrymen, they're all good to the Maghan clan, there's nothing wrong with it, you let them raise their weapons to fight one of them, this really can't be done.

So... You other clans can fight on your own, we pretend not to see, and we don't want to care, when you finish fighting yourself, I will continue to obey the orders of the Great Chief from Orgrimmar.

It is also for this reason that neither side has tried to persecute and win over the Maghan clan, and as the Maghan clan thinks, this is not their war.

On the other hand, the former Great Chief of the Tribe, Thrall, got the news and put aside the Ring of Earth Organization's war against the Water Elemental Legion, and rushed back to the Horde in an attempt to prevent this civil war from happening.

However, Brother Thrall is stopped halfway through the process, and the interceptors are a group of elite Shadowhunters of the Darkspear Trolls, who invite Thrall to the camp of the Tribal Rebels, who is believed to be dead.

Seeing this, Thrall could only sigh, he had understood Woking's intentions.

Don't think about it, unless Garrosh abdicates, there is nothing to talk about.

This civil war seems to be inevitable.

The new ancestor Aman, all the bigwigs who oppose Garrosh are here, and Durotan and Orgrim, two old guys from the old times, are also present in person.

"There's no need for you to go to Orgrimmar, old friend, do you think you can persuade Garrosh to stop his actions, or even abdicate? You're not stupid, and neither is he. ”

Although Wojin escaped death thanks to the troll's perverted recovery physique, he was still extremely weak at the moment and needed a lot of time to recuperate.

"That's right, son, you go to Orgrimmar now, the only end is to go and no return, Garrosh is absorbing and fusing that Ashaji Heart at the moment, if he is influenced by the ancient gods and fallen, no matter how much you say, it will be useless. ”

Durotan banged on the table, and the aura of the well-known wild boar breeder in the past disappeared, regaining the majesty and calmness of the great chief of the tribe.

"Even if Garrosh is not influenced by the Elder Gods, then you can't go, and if even the Elder Gods can't influence his will and thoughts, what do you think you can do if you go. ”

Orgrim nodded immediately and added.

At this moment, there was a dragon roar in the sky outside, and a large number of steel black dragoons pierced through the clouds and roared down from the sky.

"Ah, the Iron Tribe is here, too, and it seems that Grom doesn't agree with his son's approach. ”

Moments later, Grom Hellroar strode into the chamber with his trademark greataxe in his hand and blood roar.

"Heh, my good son should have learned a good lesson, Sarufar told me that his life in the new tribe would bring him back to his former glory, and now it seems that this glory may have been restored too much. ”

Lord Sarufar laughed awkwardly when he heard this, and then shook his head.

"I didn't expect him to have this kind of big tribalism and orc supremacy mentality, but no one taught him anything about glorious orthodoxy, and I didn't expect him to be as extreme as Red Blackhand. ”

"Red Black Hand is an ignorant fool, his Orthodox tribe is a farce, Garrosh is much more shrewd than he is, and he is capable of building the Orthodox tribe he envisioned. ”

Durotan shook his head and picked up King Sarufar's words.

"Now, Thrall, give the order, launch an attack, attack Orgrimmar, and kick my good son off the throne of the Great Chief, the position of the Great Chief of the Tribe, I think it is best for you to take the position, forget that bullshit Guardian of the Earth. ”

Grom's statement was immediately echoed and supported by everyone present.

Only Thrall can unite the entire tribe, and only Thrall can convince the tribe's allied races to fight for the tribe as a whole.

Of course, Durotan and Orgrim can do the same, but as I said before, these two are already figures of the old times, and they are already in decline on all sides, and they cannot continue to take on the responsibility.

Sal looked at the bigwigs around him and closed his eyes.

The current situation is beyond my own.

The civil war of the tribe is unavoidable, and now he is considered to be added to the yellow robe, the throne of the big chief, and everyone still forces himself to sit.

At least for now, after all, he has abdicated and can no longer continue to serve as the Great Chief for a long time, the Ring of the Earth needs itself, and the world of Azeroth needs it too.

"Then put your army in order and prepare for the attack, and as for the official position of Grand Chieftain, it is not too late to wait until Orgrimmar has been defeated, and now it is imperative that Garrosh must be judged by the entire tribal people. ”

Thrall raised the Hammer of Destruction in his hand, and a furious blue lightning flashed on it.

"Horde rebels, forward, for the Horde!"

Orgrimmar, above the city.

Garrosh solemnly gave a chest-beating salute to the orc general in front of him, and then nodded.

General Nazgrin returned the salute with the same heaviness, and although his heart was filled with confusion and pain, as a qualified warrior of glory, he chose his fate.

"Follow your orders, Grand Chief, for the Horde!"