As if responding to his plea, a voice that seemed to come from the deepest depths of hell rang in his ears.
"Come … Come to the south of the Endless Sea … The fog of Pandaria is about to dissipate … I will show you where my power lies!"
"Power?!"
"Yes! Power! The power to dominate the entire World of Azeroth … "The voice was bewitching and mysterious. Just the faint wave of power that came from the voice was enough to make Garrouch excited.
"That's right! That's power I want! To be able to defeat Duke Marcus and trample the entire Alliance under our feet! " Garrouch gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Veins twisted and turned on his muscular arms like worms, looking very frightening.
Garrouch suddenly stood up from his seat as the chief.
If one were to say that the decadent chief a moment ago was like the child who did not dare to face his father Grom's mistakes and hid in Nagrand like a coward, then the current Garrouch had become the great hero of the Horde who defeated all his rivals through Makghola and ascended to the throne of the chief under the admiration of millions of Orcs.
"Gather all the airships that can fly across the sea for me. We don't need weapons, as long as they can be used! Let's go! Boys, I will bring you to seize the power that can destroy the Alliance! "
Since the Alliance's counterattack, the Horde warriors who had been in a state of blindness finally found their backbone.
The incompetence of a general had implicated the entire army.
They were simply stunned by the Alliance's combination of land and air, as well as the multitude of races and troops. They had no way to fight back. Those who dared to charge at the Alliance were nothing but cannon fodder.
Without any new orders from Garrouch, Varrock Salufar still faithfully carried out his duty. He attempted to use night battles and other methods to slow down the Alliance's offensive.
It was useless.
The two major elven races of the Alliance came with [Night Vision]. In addition, the Alliance had developed and equipped a large number of ordinary humans, dwarves, and other soldiers on the frontline with [Elemental Imaging Detectors]. In a sense, this was more powerful than night vision because it could even see the gathering of elemental elements and even ghosts from 50 meters away. As for humanoid objects that were rejected or close to the elements, they would be highlighted 200 meters away.
The entire tribe collapsed, and they were forced to retreat step by step.
In a sense, the morale of the tribal warriors had been beaten down by the Alliance.
Moreover, the famine spread from Orgrimmar to all of Durotar, and the shortage of materials became more and more serious. There were nearly a million mouths, and many of them were young adults. Their demand for food far exceeded the limits of Durotar.
After all, when Sal led the people west, the tribe only had a few hundred thousand people, and they were already expanding to the Barren Lands.
The Orcs slaughtered all the animals that could be eaten, whether they ran on the ground or flew in the sky.
They plucked out the thorns of all the edible plants on the ground and even ate the cacti, but they still could not satisfy the appetite of nearly a million Orc refugees.
Despair was spreading …
Some of the pessimistic Orcs were already thinking about their own lives as slaves in the prison camps. They had heard about the miserable life in the slave camps from the older generation.
But compared to starving to death, it seemed that being a slave was acceptable.
But no Orc dared to say it out loud, because the great chief, Garrus, was a typical warmonger.
Some people also began to miss Sal. Perhaps Sal was a good-for-nothing in the eyes of the Orcs, and had always been accommodating to the Alliance. But under Sal's rule, no Orcs starved to death, and there would be no raging Alliance fleet.
The bad side of human nature was revealed at this time, and some Orcs began to promote Sal's good side. Even the mining for food plan, which had been denounced by the warmongers as betraying the interests of the Orcs, was pulled out and praised as wise.
The current tribe was mainly made up of Beastmen, but not all Beastmen were on the same side. In the end, the first tribe that was formed was no different from the current one. It was still formed by the union of countless large and small clans.
If Garrus had come out a day later, there might have been a large-scale battle within the tribe, just like when the various clans were on the verge of destruction in Draenor back then. In order to compete for the scarcer and scarcer resources, they killed and eliminated the weak.
"Let's go! To the south! I only want the strongest and most elite warriors! "Garrus's announcement lifted the spirits of the tribespeople.
They waved their weapons and consciously let the strongest warriors of the clans follow Garrus onto the airship.
Being simple-minded, they never thought about whether they could break through the Alliance's air blockade.
In fact, at this point, there was a fierce debate within the Alliance.
The young and strong faction advocated a triumphant march straight into Orgrimmar. After all, it was a simple matter to bring the main city of the Tribe into the range of the airships' cannons. From the day the Alliance occupied the Azshara region, built the port and pier, and stationed the airships, they were ready to go south at any time to cause trouble.
They had been waiting for this day for a long time.
But the moderate faction strongly opposed it. They cited various examples of the Alliance and the Horde working together to fight against foreign enemies, from the time when the Horde united with the Horde at Mount Hyjal to the Burning Legion and killed Archimonde, to the later Molten Core heroes, and so on.
"They were just blinded by Garrus Hellscream. If they had a milder leader, the Horde would be a help to the Alliance! "Several middle and high-level bishops of the Church of Holy Light waved their arms and shouted.
Although their voices were not mainstream, they were quite popular among the middle and lower classes, especially among the young.
Only the higher-ups of the Alliance remained silent.
Kaliya looked very worried. At this time, Ilusia sent a magic voice transmission to Kaliya. "Did you know? A person like Duque who takes one step at a time actually did not prepare a prison camp. Can you guess what this means? "
"Ah!" Kaliya exclaimed in a low voice.
Of course, she knew what a prison camp and a detention center was. After the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, the countries of the Alliance almost went bankrupt in order to build prisons, assign guards, and feed the green-skinned gluttons. Apart from Lordaeron who used the Orcs as gladiators to make money, the other countries were full of complaints.
Kaliya secretly made a "chop" gesture to Ilusia. Did she mean that Duque wanted to kill the entire Horde?
Ilusia shook her head. "I don't know. If there is no suitable reason, slaughtering an intelligent race of more than a million people would cause serious concern in the Alliance."
Just as the people below were making noise, the frontline of the Alliance suddenly received a strange order. When the frontline fleet encountered the Horde's airships breaking out of the encirclement, they were to stop them with fierce momentum and a very low hit rate. It was also stipulated that the number of Horde airships that were shot down could not exceed 20% of the total number of airships. Violators, from officers to soldiers, would all be sentenced to more than 10 years in prison.
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