Sal was a great figure that couldn't be avoided when the tribe was mentioned.
Perhaps the elders of the old tribe owed the people of Azeroth a debt of blood, but ultimately, it had nothing to do with Sal. It wasn't even a debt of the son. After all, the Frostwolf Clan that Sal's father, Durotan, brought had been expelled by the old tribe controlled by Gul 'dan after they came to Azeroth.
After Durotan and his wife were killed, the Frostwolf Clan hid in the mountains of Alterac and played hide-and-seek after the Dark Portal I and II. They were considered to be completely neutral.
In terms of the relationship between the Alliance and the tribe, Sal didn't start a war with the Alliance when he was the chief in this life. He didn't start a war with the Alliance even once when he was in power.
Perhaps it was because the alliance led by Duke was too domineering. In any case, there had never been a single war in history, big or small, with different degrees of friction and regular wars.
It was because he acted as the dove faction in the tribe that caused the dissatisfaction of the traditionalists and radicals, which forced Sal to step down if he didn't start a massacre.
Strictly speaking, if Sal hadn't been softhearted and failed to abandon nearly three million traditionalist Beastmen in Draenor, or ruthlessly suppressed the traditionalists, the tribe wouldn't have fallen into chaos.
As long as the tribe wasn't in chaos, it was like a rope. No one would die if they touched it. At least, the Alliance couldn't do anything.
Not only did they not have a righteous cause, they also had to face complete resistance.
The traditionalist Beastmen didn't have the blockhouses of the Frostwolf and Warsong clans. They were all masters of guerrilla warfare and tunnel warfare.
Of course, the Alliance could use the Qiraqis and Oro's children to eliminate them, but they had to find the Beastmen first!
The Alliance didn't have good tools to investigate underground. Sound waves and elemental detectors weren't useful in the Barrenlands full of caves.
How big was the Wailing Cave in the Barrenlands in the real world?
It was more than 20 kilometers long and five kilometers wide. There were thousands of winding paths and caves inside. It would be no problem to squeeze a hundred thousand troops in.
Not every place had a landscape like the Wailing Cave. Even if there weren't large caves, there were still many small caves.
This was the biggest headache for the Alliance now.
The orthodox tribe had been wiped out, but the Frostwolf Tribe, one of the three main warring tribes, was nowhere to be found.
Previously, Duque couldn't understand it, but now, all his questions seemed to have been answered.
Following the sound, the tens of thousands of people in the venue saw a Minotaur transforming.
It was a perfect illusion. No one knew who had made it for Thrall. Anyway, the luster on the body of a huge Tauren was changing colors and transforming.
It was as magical as the Ultimate Transformation Spell: A Tauren turned into a bare-chested former chief, Thrall, wearing only a pair of leather pants, a pair of leather boots, and nothing in his hands.
Beside Thrall was an old acquaintance — the legendary assassin, the female Orc, Garona.
"No wonder …" Duque sighed softly.
The history of the World of Azeroth overlapped with each other. This wasn't the first time Duque had experienced this. Garona's appearance perfectly explained why Saar, who should have died in Orgrimmar's volcanic eruption, was here.
If it was Garona, who had stabbed King Laing to death in the original history, then it wouldn't be surprising.
What made Duque even more depressed was that Saar had perfectly defeated him.
In the face of the Alliance's guards who rushed over, looking at the guards who had drawn their swords and the paladins who were glowing with holy golden light, Saar and Garona both spread their hands to show that they had no weapons and were not hostile.
The words that Saar had just shouted in the common language had pushed the entire Alliance Throne Conference to the forefront.
Of course, Duque could announce that Saar had been killed on the spot, but doing so would undoubtedly be slapping his own face.
The Alliance had always regarded itself as a righteous organization that fought against evil. It was this thorough and unswerving policy, coupled with the corresponding strength that allowed them to get in touch with the Sleeping Dragon Temple and the Guardians, forming a further alliance.
Genocide was not a simple matter. For the Alliance, which claimed to be righteous, it was only when Brainless Roar came to power that they had an absolute excuse to act.
In order to destroy the Horde and prevent the revival of the Horde, Duque did not hesitate to absorb Taurens, Trolls, and the Forsaken into the Alliance.
Who would have thought that only a short time had passed?
Saar was completely waiting for Duque to say these righteous words, and then he would take advantage of the situation and apply to join the Alliance in the name of an independent clan.
"Guards! Arrest these remnants of the Horde! " William, who had a bad temper, could not hold it in. He stood up immediately and almost pulled out his Artifact Dual Swords to fight himself.
As a middle-aged man, William had matured a lot, but there were some things that could never be concealed. For example, his father, King Laing, had ultimately died in the hands of the Horde's assassins.
His orders could not be said to be wrong.
The Alliance destroyed the Orthodox Horde, which was led by the Orcs and supported by the Rusty Water Goblins and Magatha's Taurens. Strictly speaking, the Alliance and the remnants of the Orthodox Horde were still in a state of war.
But it depended on the timing!
Here, Duque had just said that all intelligent races were welcome to fight against evil, and here, William came to capture the unarmed Saar. Wasn't this a slap in the face to one's own people?
Saar faced the sharp swords of the Silver Hand Paladins that were almost at his throat, ignoring Lena Thunderspear's warhammer that was hanging above his head, and took a step forward proudly and slowly.
"May I ask the Alliance Commander, Sir Marcus? When I was the chief of the Horde, I had never fought with the Alliance. My Frostwolf Clan and I had never raised our weapons against the Alliance's soldiers and people. Since the Trolls and the Forsaken had been at war with the Alliance, they could be accepted by the Alliance. Why did the Alliance arrest me? Was what you said just now a lie to confuse the people and whitewash justice? "
Saar's common language was abnormally standard, and every word was clear and penetrating.
Almost every sentence was directed at what Duque had just said.
It was a bit like a paradox.
But it was a fact.
It was obvious that Saar had seen through everything and was sure that the Alliance under the leadership of Duque would not make a move against him.
What was even better was that in order to whitewash the Orcs and the Frostwolf Clan, Saar had sold out his former allies, the Darkspear Trolls and the Forsaken.
Wokin rolled his eyes, Ben smiled bitterly, and Delano, who was standing next to him as the deputy leader of the Forsaken, also scratched his head.
In order to destroy the Horde, the Alliance could be said to have painstakingly planned for how long Duque had been plotting. Of course, the Alliance would not be so stupid as to dismember the Horde here and let the Horde come to the Alliance and become parasites, sucking the Alliance's blood to grow again.
Saar's betrayal of his former teammates was more like a heart to heart, to show that he had no ambition.
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