Compared to the Alliance, the Horde suffered even more. Manpower, material resources, and economy were on the verge of collapse. The only good thing was that not only did the Alliance not take advantage of the situation, but they also raised the purchase price of minerals and other materials. And they used the Horde's most scarce food and medicine in direct exchange.
They could shamelessly ask the Alliance for supplies. Wojin now felt like a beggar, running to the Alliance every day to ask for disaster relief supplies.
But manpower was not enough.
Unless all the Orcs were genetically modified, it would be impossible for Thrall to create a population of hundreds of thousands in a short period of time.
150,000 adult Orcs, 50,000 Tauren, 20,000 Trolls, 20,000 Forsaken, 20,000 Goblins, and 38,000 Goblins.
The total adult population of the Horde was less than 300,000, not even as large as a human kingdom.
What's worse, this number was a lot of exaggeration. Most of the Horde were rough people, and most of them were illiterate. It was good enough to count up to three, and those with a little bit of culture ran to be shaman priests.
Do you think the shaman would be the aunt of the Horde's population statistics?
This number was calculated with the help of the unreliable Goblins and Forsaken.
Because the Horde's territory was sparsely populated, transportation was inconvenient, and many villages did not contact the outside world for ten days to half a month. No one knew whether or not they had been destroyed.
Thrall only knew that help letters were being sent to Orgrimmar, asking for people, food, and wood to build houses. Thrall felt a headache coming on.
At this time, the Alliance made an offer that the Horde couldn't refuse, an expedition to the Outland together.
In Tanaris, in the Horde's retreat camp, Thrall and a group of chiefs welcomed a visit from Duque.
"The Outland and Draenor that the Alliance calls, and the 'our world' that you call, have millions of your Orc compatriots, don't they? If the Horde is willing to continue to march with the Alliance and kill the Burning Legion led by Illidan, the Alliance doesn't mind the Horde migrating the Orcs to the Horde's territory on the Kalimdor Continent. We can even open the portal between the Dark Portal and Theramore so that the immigrants can arrive as soon as possible. "
When Duque said this, he had a faint smile on his face, as if he was talking about a small matter that had nothing to do with the Alliance. That kind of ease made Sal, Wojin, and Orgrim's eyelids twitch.
Their home was about to collapse. The Orcs were forced to cross the Dark Portal and launch the first Battle of the Dark Portal in an attempt to conquer the World of Azeroth … Ever since Thrall could remember, he had heard such stories.
To Sal, the word 'our world' was both distant and unfamiliar, yet it seemed to be close at hand.
Regardless of whether this could be blamed on the conspiracy of the Burning Legion, in the past 25 years, Gul 'dan, who had grasped the power of the tribe, abused his dark powers and caused the orcs' homeland to wither. Then, Ner 'zhul courted death and blew up the orcs' homeland again.
Just by looking at the tragic scene of the Hellfire Peninsula that Duque had provided, Sal and the other tribal elders felt their hearts wrench.
"It's even more dilapidated than before!" Orgrim muttered in a dreamy voice.
In the past, the Old Tribe had gathered an army numbering in the millions and gathered in front of the Gate of Darkness. They wanted to use crude weapons and the strong bodies of the Beastmen to destroy all their enemies.
Unfortunately …
The past became nothing in the blink of an eye, and the million-strong army was annihilated.
The past was the past, and what was in front of the tribe was a choice that they had no other choice.
Privately, every Beastman was his brother and sister. Sal could not abandon his compatriots and leave them to die in a world that was being destroyed day by day.
Publicly, the addition of millions of Beastmen could definitely greatly strengthen the strength of the tribe.
Any of the chiefs would be good, and there was no reason to refuse.
With a few simple eye contact, the tribe had reached an internal consensus.
Sal said in his deep voice, "Fight against the evil Burning Legion and save our compatriots. This is the tribe's duty and obligation. The tribe will attack."
Duque nodded gently, "Very well."
Then, Duque's eyes were like lightning as he swept across the audience. As long as the chiefs were a little weaker, they did not dare to look at Duque's eyes that were full of elemental fluctuations and divinity. They all bowed their heads.
"I know the tribe still has doubts. Is the Alliance too good to the tribe?"
"…" The wise men, led by Wo Jin, were silent. Only Wo Jin raised his head and looked at Duque without fear.
Not only him, but every chief was waiting for an answer.
Duque smiled coolly, "Everyone here, even the chiefs who have fought directly with the Burning Legion, may still have the impression of the Burning Legion when hundreds of thousands of demons swept through Mount Hyjal, right?"
Grom and the others nodded.
"With the help of the Dimensional Dragon King Nozdormu, I went back to the ancient war 10,000 years ago …" Duque gently waved his hand, and a three-dimensional projection of the war suddenly appeared in front of the tribal chiefs.
"Hiss –" Many chiefs gasped on the spot.
They saw the incomparably strong Boar God Agamagan, with his violent charge, easily knocking a large group of demons into the air, and tearing everything in his way to pieces with his long tusks.
In the southern part of the Barrenlands, the core area of the Tribe's territory, there were two places, Razor Highland and Razor Swamp. Most of the tribal chiefs had a deep understanding of the ferocity of the Boars and the Boars there.
When they saw Agamagan, who was worshipped by the Boars, the shock they felt was far greater than that of other demigods.
However, under the siege of tens of thousands of demons, this seemingly invincible demigod finally exhausted his strength and life, and was finally killed by two low-tier Void Lords …
Not only Agamagan, but a large number of demigods, including Malorne the White Deer, who was known as the number one god of the Azeroth Wilderness, died in this battle.
The five-minute video ended very quickly. In the huge tent, only the howling of the Tanaris Desert echoed.
Duque was clearly calm, but everyone felt that his voice was full of sonorous temperament.
"In the ancient war, demigods were like dogs, and the strong were everywhere. Do you want an answer? This was the answer. So what if the Alliance let millions of tribes enter the World of Azeroth? It was just a few million more cannon fodder. That's right! When the Burning Legion really invades, millions of tribes are cannon fodder, and so are tens of millions of Alliance members. You are cannon fodder, and even I, a demigod, am cannon fodder. In the face of absolute power of destruction, we are no different. "
Unknowingly, Sal and the other chiefs' breathing had become heavy.
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