Chapter 1762: Cold War
Sacrifices and concessions?
Almost as soon as they heard those two words, Kane and Woking jumped.
"Great Chief, wait!"
"Great Chief, you can't be ......"
Sal waved his hand: "Don't get excited, sit down!"
His harsh order made the two chiefs sit down obediently.
In the conference room, everyone pricked up their ears.
"Yes, I am indeed prepared to emulate Magni's Copperbeard and pursue the power of demigods. In fact, my strength has reached a limit early in the morning, and as long as I take advantage of the opportunity of the will of Azeroth to call for help, I still have a good chance of succeeding. Think about it, a true demigod, what it means to the tribe. ”
Kane, Woking, they were all silent.
The tribe was held down by the alliance, of course, because the economic, scientific, technological, and military spheres were completely suppressed. The key is also the lack of high-end combat power.
Grull, the king of Golon, who doesn't listen to the tune, can't be the opponent of the alliance's demigods. After all, Grull is only a demigod, not a genuine demigod.
In case the Alliance and the Horde make a move, Grull will definitely not be able to bear it, and that guy will run away or defect in minutes.
If the tribe can have a genuine demigod, at least in terms of high-end combat power, it will have the possibility of competing with the alliance.
I can't be on an equal footing with the alliance, at least once the fight starts, I have the power to resist.
Everyone knows that Thrall is very strong, maybe he is not the strongest warrior, nor is he the strongest mage, but he is one of the best in the tribe in terms of comprehensive combat power.
He has never been able to upgrade to a demigod, and he has also been dragged down by the tribe's chores.
Thrall is bent on impacting the demigods, and at the moment when the will of the planet Azeroth is asking for help, there is really a good chance to pass the test for Thrall.
Timing this thing, but if you miss it, you won't have a next time.
Thrall is a dual shaman of the augmentation and elemental system, and he became a demigod, which is also very helpful in suppressing the elemental plague of Azeroth.
In addition, the wise Woking also thought that if Thrall stepped down from the position of the Great Chief of the Tribe for this reason, it would also be politically retreating. It can not only avoid the difficulties and criticism of Thrall by the traditional orcs, but also allow the mainstream traditional young orcs to give it a try.
In case it doesn't work, Sal, who has been promoted to demigod, can also come back to preside over the overall situation.
Just like the leader of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, did - Duke has disappeared more than once, but as long as there is an effective ruling team left, the Alliance will not be in chaos. When he returned to power as a demigod and with the momentum of the return of the king, the alliance ushered in one leap after another.
So Thrall became a demigod, and it must be a good for the tribe.
Now the problem comes, Sal wants to be promoted, and the time is definitely not short. Leaving a power vacuum is the stupidest thing to do, that ...... Who is fit to be the next Great Chief?
Woking swept his gaze across the field and suddenly thought of a terrible possibility......
Wojin hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do, Great Chief?"
"Although 'our world' is crumbling every day, we have evacuated most of our people there, in fact, there are now two-thirds of Nagrand left. I intend to return to Nagrand through the Dark Gate, and ask for help from my grandmother, who refuses to leave Nagrand, and from the elementals there. ”
"How long?" Kane asked.
"Weeks, months, even a year...... I don't know how long it will take for elemental demigods. After all, this is completely uncharted territory. After all, as far as I know, the timing of the promotion of several demigods in the alliance is not consistent. ”
The void was once again filled with the breath of silence.
"A tribe cannot live without a leader for a day. Thrall emphasized, "Since everyone has no problem with me going to attack the demigod position, let's discuss it." Who's best suited to be the next Great Chief of the Tribe? ”
It is said that it is a discussion and election, but in fact this is the art of politics.
The tribe was first established by the orcs, and the biggest force in the entire tribe at this moment is still the orcs. Whether it is population, combat power, or political influence, orcs have an absolute advantage.
In this political situation, Saar has actually run out of options.
After a few hypocritical preversions, Thrall finally appointed Garrosh Hellroar as the next Grand Chief: "Garrosh, the tribe will be handed over to you." Unfortunately, since your record is not too impressive, I hope that you can launch a [Makgoras] after I announce my abdication, so that all the chiefs who aspire to the position of Grand Chief can challenge you fairly. ”
"I am so honored, Great Chief, I bet on Garrosh* Hellroar that I will not lose to any orcs in [Makgoras]. ”
The chiefs of several other races noticed that Garrosh was referring only to 'orcs'.
Thrall patted Garrosh on the shoulder, sighing inwardly. He also knew that Garrosh was too reckless and not a suitable great chief.
But firstly, he represents the most powerful traditional faction among the orcs, and secondly, among the younger generation, there is really no one to choose except him.
It's completely short and tall, and a dead horse is a live horse doctor.
Sal was not at ease, but still commanded, "I know you are not ready to be the Great Chief, but I think Woking, Kane, and Itreig will give you a lot of useful advice......"
Garrosh interrupted Sal: "No! I think I'm ready. Moreover, no matter how much advice the staff suggests, isn't it the Great Chief himself who will make the final decision? I think I have the insight to lead the tribe to strength. ”
Sal was choked on the spot, and even the corners of his eyes twitched.
Eventually, a thousand words turned into a long sigh, and he lamented in his heart: as long as Garrosh didn't collapse the tribe......
It's helpless, and it's almost the only option in a desperate situation.
Without further ado, Sal patted Garrosh on the shoulder, as an encouragement.
The news of Saar's resignation as Grand Chief was also delivered to Duke's desk as soon as possible. Everyone knows that the so-called [Makgora] is just a formality, and no one among his clan peers can do Garrosh.
Without Duke being nervous, the other Alliance leaders were quick to make proposals.
An online throne meeting was immediately convened.
They are all old faces, the only difference is that Muradin, who replaced his eldest brother, appeared in the illusory projection.
"What do you think of Garrosh Hellroar as the new Grand Chief of the Horde?" asked Duke.
"Hell, that guy has a bad brain!" Muradin immediately complained: "I've had enough of this guy in the Borean tundra." How brainy does the tribe have to choose such a big chief?"
The leaders of the alliance were gossipy, and soon came to an agreement.
"Well, since everyone is unanimous, from the day Thrall entered the Dark Gate, the Alliance officially launched a cold war against the Horde!"