Duque spread his hands and put all the pressure on Sal.
Whether it was a terrifying burden for ten years, or a group of loyal and powerful new blood to replenish the tribe's losses in a few short months, anyone with a brain would know which to choose.
I've given you a clear path, whether you take it or not is up to you.
Sal was very smart, and he immediately understood the hidden meaning in Mark's words. "What price does the tribe have to pay?"
Duque smiled. "The Draenei have been hunted down by the Burning Legion for the past twenty-five thousand years. They have seen the most inhumane genocide, and encountered the most shameless betrayal. The old tribe is not the first to raise the butcher's knife against the Draenei, and it is likely that they will not be the last. Of course, the most basic attitude is still necessary. The leader of the Draenei, Walen, only has one request. "
"Speak!" Sal stared at Duque with bright eyes.
"His request is that you take no less than five thousand subordinates outside Shattrath City, and admit in front of the Draenei — that the tribe's attack and massacre of the Draenei under the bewitchment of Kil 'jaeden was a mistake."
As soon as this request came out, not just Sal, but even the guards around him were in a low uproar.
"Hmph!"
"How dare the Alliance?"
"Just because of those blue-skinned people who are eyeing our land!?"
The Beastman's low voice was no different from thunder.
At this moment, somewhat surprisingly, Iril stood up.
"Hmph! Is this the magnanimity of the Beastmen? You don't even have the courage to admit that you were bewitched by the demon commander Kil 'jaeden? Since this war itself was a mistake, then as long as you admit your mistake, we Draenei are willing to fight alongside you against the Burning Legion! "
She was clearly a delicate woman!
She was clearly extremely afraid!
The Beastmen around her could tear her to pieces with just a finger.
Iril still chose to use the identity of a Draenei, and spoke in a voice that belonged to the Draenei.
Thrall and Orgrim were visibly moved!
The guards were silent.
Orgrim pressed on Thrall's shoulder and stepped forward. "I am the second Great Chieftain of the Horde. Back then, I also participated in the attack on Shattrath City. I killed 38 Draenei guards and became the first Great Chief Blackhand's adjutant. Let me go! "
Imriel was suddenly subdued by Orgrim's aura.
At the end of the day, she was just a fledgling apprentice of the Karabor Shrine. Lacking political wisdom and experience, she did not understand the difference between an apology from a former chief and a current chief.
She instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.
Orgrim's actions were very noble.
From another perspective, in Draenor, the Draenei were the invaders. If there were no conflicts between the Draenei and the Beastmen clans, there would be no grievances. In fact, Ner 'zhul, who was bewitched by Kil' jaeden, threw out the oracle of 'The Draenei will be the destroyer of the Orcs', but it was just the fuse.
Right now, the new tribe was in dire need of population, especially the orcs who were the core of the tribe. If they couldn't save their compatriots, it would greatly affect Thrall's prestige.
On the other hand, the Orcs had never forgotten their hatred.
Among the Orcs, there were also young and hardliners who advocated killing humans, destroying the Alliance, and robbing everything in the Alliance.
At the moment when the Orcs were suffering, this argument was actually quite popular, but it had been suppressed by Thrall.
If Thrall apologized as a Great Chief, it would certainly be more harmonious with the Alliance in terms of diplomacy. Internally, doing so would undoubtedly offend the hardliners.
Orgrim's move could not be said to be unsophisticated, and it was also a rather compromising approach.
But …
Thrall shook his head, his rough face showing a resolute expression.
"Thank you, Orgrim! But I am an Orc. While I am indebted to the glory of my ancestors, I must also bear the mistakes of my ancestors. I have always thought that the battle for survival between the Draenei and the Orcs was not wrong. The only mistake was the addition of the devil element. Since it was a mistake, then as the Great Chief, I have the obligation to correct it. And for the sake of less suffering for my compatriots, what is this stain on my name? "
Speaking up to this point, Thrall said to Duque, "Mr. Mark, please pass on my message to Commander Duke Marcus. After settling down my more than 100,000 compatriots, I will go to Shattrath City. "
Sal's words caused his personal guards to feel deep veneration. For a moment, they all pounded their left chests with their right fists. The dull thumping sound was the highest respect they had for the chief from the bottom of their hearts.
Duque controlled Mark to bow deeply, and at the same time, pressed down on his hoof, who didn't know what to do, and made her bow as well. "I praise your courage and wisdom!"
"Thank you very much," Hoof hurriedly said.
Thrall looked at Duque, as if he could see through this shell and see Duque in Karazhan beyond the endless time. "Then I will have to trouble the Alliance to spend more effort and allocate the supplies needed by the 100,000 Fel Orc captives as soon as possible. In order to save their compatriots, the Orcs will not be stingy with their possessions. "
"As you wish, I will pass on your message to Commander Marcus."
As he left the tribe, his hoof … actually became soft.
"Scared … scared me to death … Orcs are really scary."
Duque held onto his hoof that was staggering as he walked, and laughed. "Seeing how brave you are, you seem to have the potential to become a heroine!"
"Heroine? Me? Forget it, I am just a Karabo apprentice. "Imriel seemed to be in the back, and kept patting his chest.
Duque smiled and encouraged Hoof. "In the face of danger, many people will choose to be cowards for life, rather than heroes for a second."
"Yes, Prophet Willen does want the tribe to apologize, but I have never heard of any holy water supply?"
"Ah! That is just a small matter. "
After handing over the clean-up to Bu Laing, Duque brought Hoof back to Shattrath City.
After listening to the report, Willen first thanked Duque. "Thank you very much for everything the Alliance has done for the Draenei. In this way, although the deceased compatriots cannot return, they can at least rest in peace. "
Willen's tone changed, and he looked troubled. "However, speaking of holy water, even Naaru cannot produce an unlimited amount of holy water for 100,000 people, right?"
Obviously, Willen was a little troubled, because Duque did not communicate with him before agreeing to give the tribe the holy water that the 100,000 Orcs needed. Where did the Draenei get so much holy water?
Duque rolled his eyes. "Please, the Fel Orcs are almost half demons. Instead of drinking high-purity holy water, it is better to let our Theon give them a [Ashbringer]? Just dilute it. "
"Dilute?"
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