Thrall, a great man who is absolutely impossible to avoid when it comes to the tribe.

Maybe the bosses of the old tribe owe a lot of blood to the people of Azeroth, and in the final analysis, it has nothing to do with Thrall's. It can't even be said that the father and son can repay the debt, after all, the frostwolf clan led by Sal's father Durotan has been expelled from the old tribe controlled by Gul'dan after coming to Azeroth.

After the Durotan couple were killed, throughout the Dark Gate I and World War II, the Frostwolf Clan hid in the mountains of Alterac to play peek-a-boo, belonging to the complete neutral faction.

As for the relationship between the alliance and the tribe, in this life, Sal did not go to war with the alliance when he was the great chieftain. He did not go to war with the League once during his reign.

Or maybe the alliance led by Duke is too strong, anyway, the friction wars and regular wars of different degrees in history have not been fought once in this life.

It was his outright dove role in the tribe that led to the discontent of the tribe's traditionalists and radicals, who in turn forced Saar to step down without a massacre.

Strictly speaking, if Thrall hadn't been soft-hearted for a while, he hadn't been able to directly abandon Draenor's nearly three million traditional orcs in the first place, or to ruthlessly suppress the rise of the traditionalists, the tribe would definitely not be in chaos.

The tribe is not chaotic, it is a rope, it is not to talk about who touches and who dies, at least the alliance is not easy to start.

Not to mention the name of righteousness, we have to face complete resistance.

The traditional orcs with broken brains don't have the two clan bunkers of Frostwolf and Warsong, they are all guys who have trained in guerrilla warfare and tunnel warfare to the master level.

Of course, today's alliance can use Qila insects and Oro heirs to target killings, then the orcs must be discovered first!

The Alliance doesn't have a good tool to scout the underground, and no sound waves or elemental detection can be used in the barren underground, which is full of karst caves.

Do you know how big the wailing caverns in the real world are in the barrens?

It is more than twenty kilometers long and five kilometers wide, and there are thousands of winding paths and caves inside. Squeeze a little and stuff a hundred thousand troops in.

Not every place has such a landform as the Wailing Cave, and if there are no large caves, there are many small caves.

This is the biggest headache for the league right now.

The orthodox tribe is extinct, but the Frostwolf Clan, one of the three main battle clans of the tribe, cannot be found.

Duke had never been able to figure it out, but now it seemed that all questions had been answered.

Following the sound, thousands of people in the venue saw a minotaur transforming.

It was a perfect illusion, I don't know who did it for Sal, anyway, the brilliance on a huge minotaur was changing color and deforming.

It's like the ultimate transfiguration: a minotaur transforms into a shirtless former Grand Chieftain Thrall, who wears only a pair of fur pants and a pair of leather boots, and his hands are empty.

Beside Thrall is an old acquaintance he hasn't seen for a long time, the legendary assassin and orc Garona.

"No wonder......" Duke sighed under his breath.

The historical course of the world of Azeroth overlaps with astonishing overlap. This is not the first time Duke has experienced this kind of urine. The appearance of Garona perfectly explains why Thrall, who was supposed to die from the volcanic eruption of Orgrimmar, is here.

If it was Garona, who had stabbed King Ryan to death in history, it would not be unusual.

What made Duke's heart even more congested was that Sal perfectly dripped his army.

Facing the Alliance guards who rushed over, looking at the guards who drew their swords and unsheathed them, and the paladins who were shining with divine golden light, Thrall and Garona spread their hands to show that they had no weapons and no hostility.

The words that Thrall just shouted in the lingua franca pushed the entire Alliance Throne Council to the forefront.

Of course, Duke could have announced that Sal had been killed on the spot, but to do so would undoubtedly be a slap in the face.

The Alliance has always regarded itself as a righteous organization against evil, and it is this thorough and unwavering policy, coupled with the corresponding strength, that has led to the formation of a further alliance with the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep and the Guardians.

Genocide is not a simple matter, and for the self-proclaimed righteous coalition, it is only when the brain-dead roar comes to power that there is an absolute excuse to act.

In order to destroy the Horde and prevent it from revival, Duke recruited Minotaurs, Trolls, and Forsaken to join the Alliance.

Who would have thought that this had only been a long time?

Thrall waited for Duke to say this righteous word, and then took advantage of the situation and applied to join the alliance in the name of an independent clan.

"Guards, arrest the remnants of the tribe!" Varian's violent temper could not be suppressed, and he stood up as soon as he pouted, and almost drew his artifact twin swords and ended himself.

As he reaches middle age, Varian has matured a lot, but there are some things that cannot be hidden. For example, his father, King Ryan, died at the hands of the Horde's Assassins.

His order cannot be said to be wrong.

The Alliance exterminated the Orthodox tribe led by the Orcs, supplemented by the Rusty Water Goblins and the Minotaurs of the Magatha. Strictly speaking, the remnants of the Alliance and the Orthodox tribes are still at war.

But it depends on the timing!

As soon as Duke said that he welcomes all intelligent races that fight evil, Varian over there came to catch the unarmed Thrall, isn't this a slap in the face for his own people?

Thrall faced the blades of the Silver Hand Paladins that were almost reaching his throat, ignoring the hammer of Rena's thunderspear hanging above his head, and took a slow step forward.

"Dare to ask His Excellency Marcus, the Commander of the Alliance—I never fought with the Alliance when I was the Grand Chief of the Tribe. My Frostwolf Clan and I have never raised our arms against the Alliance soldiers and the populace. Trolls and Forsaken have been at war with the Alliance, and they can be accepted by the Alliance. Why did the Coalition arrest me? Is what Your Excellency said just now all a lie to confuse the people and whitewash justice?"

Saar's lingua franca is unusually standard, clear, and heart-wrenching.

Almost every sentence was addressed to what Duke had just said.

It's a bit of a paradox.

But it actually exists.

It was clear that Thrall had seen everything through and was sure that the alliance under Duke's leadership would not move against him.

Even better, Thrall sold his former allies, the Darkspear Trolls and the Forsaken, in order to whitewash the Orcs and the Frostwolf Clan.

Woking rolled his eyes, Bane smiled wryly, and Dranosh, who was standing next to him as the deputy leader of the Forsaken, scratched his head.

The alliance has taken great pains to destroy the tribe, and I don't know how long Duke has been plotting. Of course, the alliance will not be so stupid, this side has dismembered the tribe, and the other side has allowed the tribe to come to the alliance to become parasites, sucking the blood of the alliance and growing again.

Sal sells his former teammates like this, which is more like a heart-to-heart exchange to show that he has no ambitions.