Sacrifice and concessions?
Almost as soon as they heard these two words, Kane and Wojin jumped up.
"Great Chieftain, wait!"
"Great Chieftain, you can't be …"
Sal waved his hand, "Don't get excited, sit down!"
His fierce order forced the two chieftains to sit down obediently.
In the conference room, everyone pricked up their ears.
"Yes, I am indeed going to follow Magni Bronzebeard's example and pursue the power of a demigod. In fact, my strength has long reached a bottleneck. As long as I take advantage of the time when the will of Azeroth asks for help to fight, I still have a good chance of success. Think about it, a real demigod, what that means to the tribe. "
Kane and Wojin were all silent.
The tribe was suppressed by the Alliance, of course, because of the economy, technology, and military fields. The key was the lack of high-end combat power.
Gruul, the king of Gollon, could not be a match for the demigods of the Alliance. After all, Gruul was only a demigod, not a real demigod.
If the Alliance and the Tribe fought, Gruul would never be able to hold on, and he would run away or change sides in minutes.
If the tribe could have a real demigod, at least in terms of high-end combat power, it would be possible to compete with the Alliance.
Even if they could not be on an equal footing with the Alliance, they would at least have the power to resist.
Everyone knew that Sal was very strong. Perhaps he was not the strongest warrior, nor was he the strongest mage, but in terms of overall combat power, he was one of the best in the tribe.
He had not been able to be promoted to a demigod, and he was also dragged down by the tribe's chores.
Sal had no distractions and focused on becoming a demigod. With the will of Azeroth asking for help everywhere, there was a good chance for Sal to pass.
Timing was something that could not be missed in minutes.
Sal was a dual shaman of enhancement and elemental attributes. If he became a demigod, it would also be very helpful in suppressing the elemental disaster of Azeroth.
In addition, the wise Wojin also thought that if for this reason, Sal stepped down from the position of the chieftain of the tribe, it would also be politically a step back. Not only could it avoid the difficulties and accusations of the traditional Orcs against Sal, but it could also let the mainstream traditional young Orcs try.
If it didn't work out, Sal, who had become a Demigod, could still come back to preside over the situation.
Just like Duke Marcus, the leader of the Alliance, Duque had disappeared more than once, but as long as there was an effective ruling team, the Alliance would not fall into chaos. When he returned as a demigod and regained control of the Alliance with the aura of a king, the Alliance soared again and again.
So Sal becoming a demigod was definitely beneficial to the tribe.
Now came the problem. If Sal wanted to advance, it would definitely take a long time. Leaving a power vacuum was the stupidest thing to do. Then … who would be suitable to be the next Great Chieftain?
Wokin swept his gaze across the audience and suddenly thought of a terrible possibility …
Wo Jin hurriedly asked, "Great Chief, what are you going to do?"
"Although 'Our World' is collapsing every day, and we've evacuated most of our people there, there are still two-thirds of Nagrand left. I plan to use the Dark Portal to return to Nagrand and ask my grandmother, who refuses to leave Nagrand, and the elementals there for help. "
"How long?" Kane asked.
"A few weeks, a few months, or even a year … I don't know how long an elemental Demigod would need. After all, this is a completely unknown field. After all, as far as I know, several demigods in the Alliance are promoted at different times. "
The air was once again filled with silence.
"The tribe cannot be without a leader for a day." Sal emphasized, "Since everyone has no objection to me going to the demigod position, then let's discuss it. Who is the most suitable to be the next Great Chief of the tribe? "
Although it was a discussion and recommendation, it was actually the art of politics.
The tribe was first established by the Orcs, and at this moment, the largest force in the entire tribe was still the Orcs. Whether it was population, combat power, or political influence, the Orcs had an absolute advantage.
In this political situation, Sal actually had no choice.
After a few hypocritical excuses, Thrall finally appointed Garrus Hellscream as the next Great Chieftain. "Garrus, I'll leave the tribe to you. Unfortunately, because your battle record is not too impressive, I hope that you can launch a [Makegora] after I announce my abdication, so that all the chiefs who are interested in the position of the great chief can challenge you fairly. "
"I am deeply honored! Great Chieftain, I bet on the name of Garrus Hellscream that I will not lose to any Orc in [Makgora]. "
The chiefs of the other races all noticed that Garrouch only mentioned the beastmen.
Sal patted Garrus on the shoulder and sighed in his heart. He also knew that Garrouche was too impulsive and was not a suitable Great Chieftain.
However, he represented the traditional faction, the largest force among the Orcs. Secondly, among the younger generation, there was really no other candidate other than him.
It was like picking the tallest person among the shortest. It was like trying everything in a desperate situation.
Sal was still worried and instructed, "I know you are not ready to be a Great Chief, but I think Wojin, Cain, and Eitrigg will give you a lot of useful advice …"
Garrouch interrupted Thrall. "No! I think I am ready. Moreover, no matter how many suggestions there are, isn't the final decision still made by the Great Chief himself? I think I have the vision to lead the tribe to prosperity. "
Sal choked on the spot, and even the corners of his eyes twitched.
In the end, thousands of words turned into a long sigh, and he lamented in his heart, As long as Garrus doesn't destroy the tribe …
This was helplessness, and it was almost the only choice in a desperate situation.
Without saying anything more, Sal patted Garrouch's shoulder hard, which could be considered a form of encouragement.
The news of Sal's resignation as Great Chief was also sent to Duque's desk at once. Everyone knew that the so-called [Makela] was just a formality. Among the tribe's peers, no one would be able to defeat Garrus.
Without waiting for Duque to be nervous, the other Alliance leaders quickly made a proposal.
An online Throne meeting was immediately held.
They were all old faces, and the only difference was that Muradin replaced his elder brother and appeared in the illusory projection.
"What do you think about Garrus Hellscream becoming the new Great Chief of the tribe?" Duque asked.
"What the hell? That guy has a screw loose! "Muradin was the first to complain," I've had enough of this guy in the Northwind Tundra. How stupid is the tribe to elect such a Great Chief? "
The leaders of the Alliance quickly reached a consensus after talking for a while.
"Well, since everyone is of the same opinion, from the day Sal entered the Dark Portal, the Alliance will officially launch a cold war against the tribe!"
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