Everyone was a natural foodie.
The life of eating raw meat and drinking blood sounded heroic, but one would only know how bitter it was after living it.
Without oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, the prey they hunted would at most be roasted and eaten. How could this compare to the cumin-infused barbecue of the Alliance?
Recently, when the tribe faced a disaster, it was the Alliance that provided them with food. In order to reduce wastage when crossing the ocean, canned food was of course the priority.
In the tribal camp, Sal saw with his own eyes how a newly matured tribal warrior chose his favorite flavor and then skillfully opened the can.
"Look, Orgrim. Now, even those kids know how to use canning knives to open Alliance cans. "Sal sighed.
Orgrim was silent for a moment. Even though he was already a dead man, he still felt a heavy sense of duty on his shoulders. "The Horde cannot defeat the Alliance, not even with all the orcs in our world."
If you fall behind, you will be beaten.
Thrall squeezed the words out of his mouth. "The Alliance is not using force now, but they are gradually doing what Terenas wanted to do in the past …"
Turn orcs into slaves.
In other words, he wanted to assimilate the Orcs, Trolls, and Tauren races into the Alliance.
This unstoppable trend was the most terrifying.
The Alliance was already ahead of the Horde in economic, military, and political fields. In addition, there was a huge difference in population and country size between the two sides, as well as the fact that the leader of the Alliance was a demigod who didn't age or die. Under normal circumstances, the Tribe would have no chance at all.
Unless …
The two tribal elders instantly thought of the same thing. But as soon as their eyes met, they looked away.
That's right! Unless the Alliance changed and suffered a crushing defeat, it had to be something like Duque dying in battle and the Alliance collapsing.
But neither of them would forget the principle of being in the same boat.
If the Alliance lost like this, they would definitely have lost to the Burning Legion. Perhaps this was a chance for the Horde to rise up, but it was more likely that the Horde would be destroyed along with the Alliance.
As long as the tribe leader wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't purposely make this happen.
"Sigh! Do your best! "
It was November 2nd. On this day, good news finally came from the Allied Army.
William led half of the Alliance's Hero Team to kill the Lord of the Abyss, Magtheridon.
Two days later, the main force of the Horde conquered the entire Hellfire Citadel.
At this point, the first goal of the allied forces had been achieved.
There were two general directions in front of the allied forces.
The first was to charge west into Zangarmarsh. If they could open up the swamp, then the Allied Army's choices would become more plentiful. They could turn north into Blade Peak and chase after those traitors who betrayed the tribe. Finally, they could go further north to the [Nether Storm] and settle all the unstable factors. They could also head south of the swamp and enter Nagrand, where most of the normal orcs lived.
The second was to enter Terrokar Forest from the southwest. He would completely establish a connection with the Draenei, and then use Shattrath City as a base and supply transfer point.
However, the following march would not be easy. This was because the Auchinton area in the southern part of the Terroka Forest was completely out of control. There were a large number of Undead creatures, Illidan's lackeys, and the Crowmen.
Of course, they could directly attack Moon Shadow Valley from the east of Shattrath City, where Illidan's lair, the Black Temple, was located. But if he did that, he would run the risk of his retreat being cut off. Because Vashj could easily ambush the Allied Army's supply line.
No army could withstand this kind of attack from the front and back.
However, the Allied Army could not avoid it at all. From Fort Glory to Shattrath City, Duque and his party could be said to have a smooth journey. That was under the premise that the Nagas did not make a move. Because on the road from the Thorn Cliffs to Shattrath City, not far to the north was Lake Hirmiya. That lake was connected to Zangarmarsh.
Within five kilometers of the water, it was definitely the Nagas' world.
In the Allied Army meeting, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were all worried.
"Don't you have Nagas in the Alliance? How about letting them go into the swamp and fight with that Vashj? " Orgrim would never forget how the elites of the Blackrock clan under his command were tortured to the point of crying for their parents 20 years ago. It was the same in Southshore, and it was the same in the Hinterlands' Sea-View Cliff.
Varian smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I've already asked. I've also asked Duque to borrow that Naga. "
"Did Duque refuse?" Sal asked.
"No, the point is that Duque thinks that Vashj is likely to be a demigod. He doesn't have any good suggestions to give us. "
This time, the faces of the leaders did not look good.
They were good at fighting on land, and barely passable in air battles. When it came to water battles, they could only be a group of salted fish shouting 666 at the side.
Even with [Underwater Breathing] magic, it was useless. Did they have to go into the water wearing metal cans? There was no need to fight, they would sink directly to the bottom of the water. Once the duration of the magic ended, they could only type GG amidst the laughter of the Nagas.
"Can we only find a breakthrough from Terroca?" Orgrim muttered.
Varian let out a breath of turbid air, "Fandral! In the name of the commander of the Alliance Expeditionary Army, I order you to lead the Cenarion Expeditionary Army and build a forward base just past the Thorn Fang Region. You will think of a way to deal with Vashj's Naga troops. At the very least, you must restrain her. "
Fandral Staghelm said bitterly. Ever since Du made a small report before Ysera left, Fandral's position in the Cenarion Assembly had become a little unstable. Tyrande had sent him to the Outland with a single order. Under the double pressure, he had no choice but to obey.
Alright, it was not wrong to let the Druids deal with the underwater creatures. After all, only the Druids could transform into seals and have underwater combat power.
Ignoring the constipated Fandral, the Alliance and the Horde began to discuss the defense of Terroca. The final result of the discussion was that the Alliance would defend Lake Hirmiya in the north of Terroca Forest, be responsible for transforming Shattrath City, and build a fortress at the entrance of the Moon Shadow Valley to prevent Illidan's counterattack.
The Horde would focus on attacking the Auchinton area and opening up the road to Nagrand so that more Orcs could join the Alliance.
This plan did not seem fair at all. The Alliance had to divide their forces, and the burden was also heavy.
As the leader, one had to have the responsibility of leading. Now that the Alliance was stronger, this was the only way.
In Karazhan, Duque finished reading the copy of the conference report sent by Varian, threw it aside, and rubbed his eyebrows.
"I didn't expect Vashj to become such a huge problem."
On the surface, once the road to Nagrand was opened, it was possible to take a million Horde troops and ignore Vashj and directly attack the Black Temple.
But in reality, that was not the case.
In the Outland, the teleportation portal was quite unstable. At most, Duque could open up a teleportation portal that was specifically connected to Shattrath City, but he could not guarantee a teleportation portal that continued to the front lines of the Moon Shadow Valley.
Without a guarantee of supplies, he could not expect the frontline soldiers to have any combat power.
"I still have to deal with Vashj first!"
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