It was obvious that the tribe would have to pay for their carelessness.
The current situation was like an endless loop:
The tribe lacked food, and hunting alone was unable to meet the needs of the rapidly increasing Orc population. The Alliance was not a charity. If you wanted food from the Alliance, you had to exchange it with ores. Traditional Draenor Orcs also hated the act of engaging in productive work. Not only did they refuse to be miners, but the clans also refused to hand over their own hard work to the tribe.
Since there was nothing to eat, the clans followed the tradition of robbing other clans.
If the clans next to them did not have food, they would go to places with food like locusts. In the area controlled by the tribe in Kalimdor, the most fertile land was the grassy Thunder Cliff.
Many starving Orc clans ignored Thrall's ban and reached out to the Tauren Kodo herd. In their eyes, this kind of huge beast was worthy of the tribe's warriors.
Cairn Bloodhoof ran to Thrall to complain every two or three days. Thrall repeatedly forbade the Orcs from attacking the Tauren territory, but the poaching situation was still very serious. Not only poaching, but there were also private fights every day.
Draenor Orcs, Ogres, and even Gruul's subordinates, Gollon, all came to Thunder Cliff to eat.
This drove Cairn crazy, and he almost announced that the Tauren would withdraw from the tribe.
In the end, Thrall had to let Varrock Salufar patrol the border of Thunder Cliff with the chief's personal guards. Those who were caught poaching were publicly executed, and the situation was barely suppressed.
Unfortunately, Thunder Cliff was the shortest and most convenient passage to the Desolate Land. As long as the Tauren stayed in the tribe, there was no reason to refuse the Orcs to pass through their territory. It made the Tauren watch every Orc passing through the road like a thief.
This further exacerbated the conflict within the tribe.
Now, seeing the report that the Scourge Army was likely to sweep through Azeroth again, Thrall, who was inspecting the crossroads of the Barrenlands, felt deeply frustrated after reading the report. "Was I wrong? I spent half a year, but I still couldn't let my people live a stable life … "
His eyes, which were always incomparably firm, began to have a confused look.
Wojin did not know how to persuade Thrall, so he could only pat Thrall on the shoulder. "No, chief, you have done very well. No one in the tribe will do better than you."
Actually, Saar was also bewitched.
Even in Duque's Celestial Empire, it was not a simple thing to change from a nomadic people to a farming people, and it was not something that could be done in a short period of time.
Throughout history, the Han had assimilated many nomadic tribes, but it often required the efforts of several generations to constantly change their customs and provide better living conditions and job opportunities before the transformation could be completed.
Originally, the best way to divert internal conflicts was war.
Unfortunately, the Alliance would not give the Horde such a chance. The absolute difference in power was not only known to the Orcs that Thrall had brought from the Eastern Kingdom. Even the Orcs who migrated from Draenor knew about it.
While the Alliance was transporting the orcs, under Duque's secret guidance, they did not hesitate to show off the Alliance's muscles — the disciplined soldiers, the earth-shattering cannons, the rumbling tanks, and the gigantic battleships.
Even if the targets were scattered Demons or crazy Evil Beastmen, it was enough to leave a deep impression on anyone who saw it.
To be honest, Sal felt like it was a miracle. Almost every night when he lay down, he wondered if the Alliance would turn around and destroy the Horde without the oppression of foreign enemies …
However, at this time, Sal could not think too much about it. He would never forget how he led the newly freed Horde to fight the Scourge Legion in the southern Dalajan ten years ago.
Even if the Horde now had a branch of the Forsaken, the Forsaken who did not go too far could not be compared to the Scourge Legion who spread death wantonly.
"Alas!" Sal sighed deeply, "Wojin! Pass the order to gather the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan and select warriors suitable for the cold weather from the tribe. We have no choice but to accept Duke's proposal for an expedition to Northrend. "
"Who is going to lead the army?" Wojin was not actually asking, but reminding Sal.
Now that the atmosphere in the Horde was so stiff, most of the other races were unwilling to go on an expedition. No one wanted to go out here and have their homes raided by their own people.
Especially the Tauren.
The Alliance had put forward a requirement for cooperative warfare, and most of them were infantry. If the Tauren did not go, then only the Orcs could fight in close combat.
Sal's eyes were filled with sorrow. Just as he was a little hesitant, a young and majestic figure came into his sight.
It was a burly young Orc.
Unlike the traditional Draenor Orcs, he was more disciplined, and he also believed in the ideals of honor and firmness that his father believed in.
And his character determined that he would be a brave warrior until the last moment.
"What do you think about letting Draenor go?"
Dranos Sarufar was Dranos Sarufar, also known as Little Sarufar.
He was the young son of Varrock Sarufar and the nephew of the Horde's great hero, Brock Sarufar.
Whether it was bloodline, status, or battle record, he was the leader of the younger generation.
However …
"Will the Alliance think that we are not good enough?" Wojin cautiously reminded Sal.
Sal smiled bitterly, "Can I leave in this situation? Could Varrock walk away? Or are you going? "
The leaders of the Horde could not leave. Now the Horde was like a barrel of gunpowder, exploding at the slightest touch. If Sal was not here, the Horde would self-destruct without the Lich King's attack.
Wojin, as the first advisor under Sal, was not only the leader of the Trolls, but also the mediator. Many things that the chief could not come forward, he would come forward.
Kane was nervous, so of course he would not go out.
Anastrian would not appear in front of the Alliance if he had a guilty conscience.
As for Galivix of the Rustwater Conglomerate … the ruthless and cunning Prince of Trade, would he be willing to go to the battlefield for the Horde?
There was no other way, they could only pick the tall ones.
Sal comforted himself and said to Wojin, "The Alliance has many talented people, and the Horde must also cultivate their own talents. Otherwise, we will fall behind. Sometimes, we can only let go and let the younger generation go. "
In fact, Sal was also very young. He was now 25 years old. Unfortunately, Sal had started his career early. Ten years ago, he had already become the founder of a new tribe and had become more senior.
Wokin could not refute what he said, and cautiously said: "Duke Marcus' personal integrity is still very good. At least he has never broken his promise, nor has he deliberately harmed the Horde. "
"I can only hope that everything goes well." Sal sighed.
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