Chapter 1801: Human life is like a mustard
The relationship between the tribe and the alliance was completely cool.
Except for Voking, who can still talk to the coalition side, the two sides have closed almost all channels of negotiation.
Who is to blame for this?
From the day Garrosh came to power and did not invite the leader of the alliance, relations between the two sides took a sharp turn for the worse.
First of all, Garrosh did not recognize the arrears of the tribes and the alliance in the commercial trade, and he believed that the alliance had greatly artificially infringed the price of ore in the transaction, which was the exploitation of the tribesmen by the shameless alliance. This kind of bad debt obtained through deception, the tribe denies.
The second is territorial disputes. The new oasis on the other side of the Bleak Lands was indeed the work of Vandal Deerhelm, but it was in the name of the Council of Cenarion. Without saying a word, Garrosh ignored the opposition of the minotaur druid Hamuel* Rune Totem, and even threatened Hamuel that he would be characterized as a traitor and ordered the tribes of the Desolate Lands to attack him.
Hamuel finally ventilated the night elf druids and let the night elf druids evacuate in advance, so as to avoid a direct war with the night elves.
But in Ashendale, Garrosh claimed that the tribe had the right to cut wood, and when the elves were retreating to prepare for the arrival of the Land of Fire, he sent people into Ashenvale to cut wood, preparing to use it to rebuild the city of Orgrimmar.
What is this not a slap in the face?
In order to appease the elves, the Alliance had to cut wood from the Elwyn Forest and send wood over. The tribe rubbed its nose and face here?
Who gave you the courage to do this?
A group of bigwigs, including Woking, Kane, and even Dranosh, advised Brainsy not to act recklessly, but Brains just didn't listen.
"Do you have an opinion? Yes, follow me 'Makgora'!" The bruised muscles and the thick red brain roared in the neck, and he completely looked like he would never talk to anyone well.
But his set was very popular with the soldiers and the people.
Most of the orcs agreed with his ascension to the position of Great Chief, believing that his straightforward warrior instincts and unwillingness to grovel to negotiate were the true character of the orcs.
Garrosh was grateful for the orcs' approval, and was eager to get the greenskins to accept him, but he didn't have the time or patience to show himself as a leader.
He orders the assault on the Twilight Fortress in the Barrens, which is a nightmare to the eyes of those with a bit of brains.
Because, where the disaster is the hardest, the people who are sent to the front line are given priority.
"Rush!"
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Once upon a time, this oasis that suddenly appeared in the barren land due to the cataclysm, it was like the last salvation in despair. With the rise of the Twilight Fortress, everything changes.
Originally, it was a mountain that rose abruptly from the flat ground due to the fission of the earth. After taking possession of the area, the Twilight cultists used earth magic from the Deep Rock Continent to drill the mountain in all directions, enslaving the new believers who came from far and wide to further strengthen the fortress.
In this dim highland, the shadows are even darker. The sun seems to be out of reach of the rest of Azeroth.
The elemental creatures that hovered near the Twilight Citadel boasted: "The fireworks will be more vigorous, the rain will invade the earth, and the earth will shake violently to rip the ground." โ
Their existence deeply inspires, or rather bewitches, those shallow believers who do not yet believe in the destruction of the world.
When the horde army slaughters the Twilight Fortress, the tribe's orcs, minotaurs, and trolls are often the first to encounter their fellow citizens who have fallen into fanaticism.
After raising their butcher's knives to their former compatriots and staining them with blood, tribal warriors are left unsupported to face elemental creatures with their most primitive swords against virtually unfazed physical attacks.
It's a child's play on the lives of soldiers.
A stone axe tied to wood with broken stone chips can deal with an earth elemental giant that is five meters tall and has a ton of impact with a random punch?
Or can you hack down a fire elemental creature made up entirely of fire elementals?
The warriors of the Horde were valiant, but died worthlessly.
However, Garrosh continued to devote more troops to the siege warfare. Whichever territory has the most trouble, the whole family will be pulled into the battlefield.
"My father was a great warrior, and so was my mother! A fierce orc warrior who never discriminates between men and women. "Brain-dead roared like that.
Female orcs are also very good at fighting, this is the tradition of orcs. It's like Sal's parents, Durotan and Draka, who were also famous for their ability to play back then.
In this way, all the refugees were consumed in a war that was bound to be lost.
This scene made Woking and other bigwigs tremble.
Running out of necessities because of the cataclysm?
The Union stopped importing grain?
It doesn't matter, in the name of righteousness, we can reduce the population through war.
You must know that Saar has always aimed to make the tribe bigger and stronger, and constantly provides living resources for the people to live and thrive.
Garrosh did the opposite: if you don't have enough resources, you can expand, or you can use war to consume the population.
What makes the leaders even more chilling is that the orcs of the traditional sect actually approve of this practice-
Orcs will die on the battlefield because you are not fierce enough!
Orcs who aren't fierce enough are rubbish!
You deserve to die!
These brutal and barbaric notions permeate the notions of the traditional orcs, who make up the majority of the tribe's population.
"Oh my God, Garrosh is actually depleting the Horde's population and war potential!"
What made the bigwigs most unbearable was that Garrosh frantically forced them to invest more troops.
"We've already lost 100,000 orcs, so you trolls and minotaurs are embarrassed to send this little force?"
Compared to the orcs who advertise the strength of the man, the population base of the minotaur and the troll is too small. The Minotaur is because the grasslands of Mogaure can only feed so many people. Trolls are because Darkspear Trolls have a small population.
After joining the tribe, neither Kane nor Wojin were stingy with the warriors under their command. There is no ambiguity in the sacrifice that is due.
That's not the sacrificial method, it's all about using your own fighters to offset the enemy's resources and even munitions.
In Garrosh's eyes, it was as if the orcs had died 100,000 people, and the trolls and minotaurs should have died 10,000 people after that.
This kind of unreasonable tactics simply drove Kane and Woking crazy. Even Gary Vickers, the prince of the goblin trade, who was the least concerned about human life, was indignant at Garrosh's waste of human life. Because it was filled in with his life, as well as his money.
The Twilight Dragon, soaring in the sky, is the tribe's greatest nightmare.
Wojin finally couldn't help it: "Garrosh! you can't go on like this! If you don't deal with those big lizards in the sky, it's pointless for you to fill in all the warriors of the entire tribe." โ