Malkorok choked for a moment.

When he was about to say something, Shantis said loudly: "You want Filas, you can, send a declaration of war to the Alliance, and then call and defeat us, and Filas is the Horde." ”

Unlike his boss, Malkorok has an IQ of 50.

He is extremely loyal, and he does not lack brains.

The combat power of the two sides is not at the same level, and it is definitely not a decision he can make to go to war with the alliance rashly. And he, as well as the other Overseers, were the first to notice the change in the Alliance's attitude.

In the past, the alliance was relatively restrained against the upper tribes, even the night elves who had wars and grudges with the tribes, after their favorite forests were cut down, they did not attack them immediately, but scolded loudly.

Often, before it elevates to the diplomatic level, friction and conflict end in the Night Elves backing down.

But right now, the league feels a little aggressive, huh?

Malkorok caught a glimpse of a large white wolf basking in the sun on the top of one of the fortress's towers.

"Huh?" he immediately realized who it was.

The demigod of the wilderness, known by the orcs as the wolf god of Golosh, is now a member of the Guardians of Hyjal.

"Cut!" Malkorok spat hard. The lack of high-end force is a pain in the tribe, and there is no demigod who can handle it when Gruel is out of this side.

"We're here to hunt down the traitor Minotaur Bane Bloodhoof and his supporters," he said. Do you know where they went?"

"The Minotaurs, they have cut down and built ships near the forgotten shores, and have gone to sea. ”

"Wait!Why would the Night Elves allow them to cut down trees!, but forbid the tribe to cut down trees!?" Malkorok was a little furious.

Santis Hazuki made an undisguised mockery: "It's easy, because those minotaurs believe in the way of nature as much as we do, and their shamans immediately plant seeds after cutting down trees, and use shamanic spells to spawn them." By next year, it will be a beautiful forest again. As for you, you're just going to destroy the ones who didn't build, so get out!"

Malkorok almost wanted to spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

He guessed right, the League sheltered Bane and them. It's just that it's not a blatant cover-up, showing them a clear way and letting them run to Sador Island to recuperate.

It used to be a place where the elements were rampant. For the past thousand years, the Night Elves have also built the Feathered Moon Fortress there in order to excavate the ruins of the upper elves over there.

But now there is no element of rage over there, and the entire island is the sphere of influence of Vasqi's Naga. The Alliance had already begun a rebuilding on the ruins of the Feathermoon Fortress, where a brigade of Hippogriffs was stationed.

There were Naga in the sea, warships and eagle knights in the sky, and Bane was safe.

It's September 27 of the Dark Gate, and Duke has just left the public eye, and he was supposed to jump out of the alliance to start a full-scale war with the alliance as soon as possible, but all his subordinates and lieutenants are against it, so he can only give up.

In the end, Malkorok was only able to lead his army to establish a few strongholds in Firas, and then the gray army returned.

Throughout the second half of 27 years, the tribe did not stop the pace of expansion.

In October, the bleak land was reclaimed.

In November, the remnants of the boar people in Razor Heights and Razor Swamp were completely wiped out, and the first fleet of the tribe began to be formed in the original Thousand Needles Stone Forest (which was flooded by the sea after the cataclysm).

In December, the elite of Gruul and his army of Goron gathered in the northern part of the Bleak Lands, and the Horde's army of 200,000 amassed east of Stonetalon. Seeing that the momentum was not right, Garry Vickers, the Rusty Water Chaebol Trade Prince of Stonetalon Mountain, quickly threw away his discipline and went to Orgrimmar to plead guilty.

The Rusty Water Chaebol Goblins rejoin the Horde.

In light of this, the Dark Spear trolls on the Echo Islands are on pins and needles. Wojin knew that if he didn't make a decision, Garrosh's next target would be the Darkspear Troll.

After all, the Echo Islands are right on the shores of Durontar. Garrosh would never allow a nail to swing around the edge of his heart.

Receiving the news that the Horde had formed a fleet, Woking decisively and secretly contacted the Alliance, expressing his desire to join the Alliance.

Varian did not agree. In the absence of Duke and Sylvanas, the thousand-year-old conflict between the blood elves and the trolls is not so easy to resolve. And Duke had already left a plan for this.

The final decision was that the Alliance could send a ship to pick up the Darkspear Trolls and open up Haguero Island, the southernmost point of the Valley of Thorns, allowing the Darkspear Trolls to live autonomously on the island.

Woking let out a long sigh, and he agreed.

Almost as soon as the Darkspear Trolls retreated, the roaring orcs slaughtered the Echo Islands.

At this point, there was no way to do anything other than the New Undercity tribe in the Winterspring Valley, and Garrosh once again completed the 'unification' of the tribe and connected the tribal territory.

"The greatest leader the tribe has ever seen!"

"The Strongest Great Chief!"

"Long live Garrosh!"

In every victory, there is always no shortage of advocates.

Garrosh became a little fluttery in the midst of countless touts and praises.

If he had been a statesman among the human race, he would have known that there was a word called 'killing'. But the orcs who touted him were all sincere, and this kind of invisible and unintentional killing was even more hurtful.

Thankfully, he still had the last shred of sanity and knew not to go to war with the Alliance.

Because this alliance is far stronger than the original history, Garrosh's situation has become a bit strange. He can be described in one sentence - an insider in the civil war, an outsider in the foreign war.

It's just that recently, he has issued a series of unreasonable orders to his hard-pressed second brother in the palace, the goblin trade prince Gary Vickers: "Are you still a goblin who claims to be technologically advanced? I'll give you a year, and whatever the Alliance has, the Horde must have. ”

Gary Vickers has actually been quite rich lately. After the cataclysm awakened the volcano on his home island, the trade lord realized that he could make a fortune by using his ship to move panicked refugees to safety, taking away their life savings and selling them into slavery.

This clever plan in history was originally planned in the end, and in the end, the ship was blown apart in the exchange of fire between the ships of the Horde and the fleet of the Alliance. Goblin survivors swim to the Lost Islands off the coast of Kalimdor and unleash a series of events.

In this life, because the tribes and alliances did not fight each other in the cataclysm, as a result, Gary Vix succeeded and made a lot of black money.

The Prince of Trade, who had been pinched by Garrosh, went to work indignantly. He made huge blank promises on the black market - a hefty bounty on anyone who could steal technology out of the alliance.