Chapter 1185: Tribal change

"Huh! Huh!"
Jian Guang is vertical and horizontal, the result of the war is naturally Aurelia's defeat.
With the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, Duke is invincible. The only question is when Alleria will be defeated.
Aurelia persisted unexpectedly for a long time and eventually lost.
"No! No! Let me go, let me go," Aurelia cried.
"Hey! Isn't the loser left to the winner?" Duke grinned.
"Don't! Don't! Enough! You don't want me to be scared to see you in the future ..." Aurelia slyly resisted.
Uh, this ...
Duke really didn't want Aurelia to come up with a sword phobia. He could only speed up her final blow and hug her warmly.
"Aurelia! Do you really want a child?" Duke played gently with his brilliant blond hair.
"Well. But let's go." Aurelia gently rubbed Duke's big hand, feeling relieved: "By the way, it feels wonderful! I used to want to shoot every orc and troll, but now I am a little bit Habits to fight alongside the tribe's strongmen. "
Duke couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, after a while he laughed: "If the chief of the tribe has always been Thrall, and the external pressure is enough ... maybe there is a chance for the union and tribe to be peacefully united ..."
Although it is difficult for Duke himself to believe that day will come, anyway, it is also a possible way. Now is the time of the enemy. Duke doesn't mind giving the tribe some fairness and fairness, and it is possible that there has been an attempt in this regard.
"Even if the Alliance has such grudges with the Horde?"
"Hey, it's not unusual. When there is one day, Thrall will make a wise choice."
"If Thrall isn't the chief warrior, how will the tribal hatred coalition rise?"
"Hehe. In addition to the equal union in this world, there is also an integrated relationship called conquest."
Duke's gaze seemed to straddle the distant starry sky, endless distance and time, and fell to the heavens of the earth.
At first, the Han people were just a small tribe, guarding the poor hundreds of square kilometers of land, and then it took thousands of years to become today's puppet country.
Give me a break!
Military conquest and national integration are the laws common to the whole world and the entire multiverse.
If the orc-based tribe wins the first and second Dark Gate battles, shouting ‘never slavery’ will turn into humans, dwarves, and elves.
Now the tribe has to cross the sea and keep the embarrassing situation of the most barren land, it is just the responsibility and consequences that must be assumed after the failure of the aggression.
Whether the alliance will actively attack the tribe in the future depends on the strength ratio of the alliance and the tribe, and who is the tribal boss. The key is timing.
If the tribe is strong enough and a strong enemy is coming, at this time, the war between the alliance and the tribe without authorization is tantamount to digging the grave.
If the alliance has completely overwhelmed the tribe, just during the gap between the two wars in the original history, if the tribe is not the Saal but the brain screaming, Duke will let go of what he says .
Duke didn't know that at this moment, a major event was happening in the tribe.
While conquering the Molten Heart and not yet attacking the crevices of the Blackwing's Nest, Grom returned to the Horde.
Tribal warriors always worship the strong. When they learned that Grom they had dealt with the ancient element demigod and the flame king Ragnaros, the overwhelming praise was given to Grom, even three thousand elite. The incident was greatly diluted.
In Orgrimmar, the orcs scrambled to watch Grom's loot, the pure-blooded firehawk, and the tragic molten dog.
Of course, the soldiers are more envious of the new epic gear on Warlock and others.
"Amazing achievement, this is comparable to our ancestors tame the war wolves from the wild."
"The leagues don't look too bad!"
"The Alliance also promised to help us fight the traitor Mafia?"
Intense discussions even appeared among the guards on duty around Thrall.
Thrall looked back and asked, "Wojin! What do you think of the current alliance?"
Vol'jin touched his long fangs: "Fair, fair, and more magnificent. The alliance you describe is very different."
Thrall stressed: "I didn't lie to you."
Woking nodded: "I know that even Duke himself acknowledged that during the period when King Terenas led the alliance, the alliance made many mistakes and lacked true justice and fairness."
Thrall sighed longly: "If the Alliance does not make mistakes, the Horde will never have a chance to rise."
This is where Sal is most concerned.
"As long as there are still powerful foreign enemies, the alliance dare not strike the tribe." Woking reminded euphemistically.
"Yes! War is opportunity!"
Peaceful coexistence exists only when foreign enemies are stronger or have similar strengths. Once the strength is out of balance, it must be the unlucky side.
Originally, Xidu Kalimdor was a good move. It directly avoids the Eastern Kingdom, which is the strongest alliance in the continent, and avoids direct conflict with the alliance. It can give the tribe ample space to rest and rest.
As long as fertility and technological development are encouraged, after the new generation of tribes grows up, the tribes and the alliance may be at war.
Unfortunately, the timing is not good.
The clash between the Horde and the Night Elves, and the devastation of the Battle of Mount Hyjal made the Night Elves fall directly to the Alliance. The night elves' territory and Theramore now hold Orgrimmar north and south, which makes the tribe uncomfortable.
Thrall solemnly said, "Workin, I introduce you to a very important guest, and I tend to let him and his race join the tribe."
"I'll call the chiefs." Woking got up from his seat.
"Wait! Don't call Grom and Kane, they're ... too straightforward. I want to hear from you first."
Woking squinted, he suddenly thought of something, but finally bowed deeply: "Listen to you, Chief."
Rarely, Thrall didn't meet the mysterious guest in the Valley of Heroes, but took Woking around and around to a cellar deep underground in Orgrimmar City.
Vol'jin noticed that the caretaker's cellar was all Thrall's guards.
Opening the door and entering the cave, Vol'jin's heart suddenly jumped.
He knew why.
"Hello! Chief Vol'jin, I am King Quel'Thalas, once the elven kingdom, and now Anastrian Sunstrider, the leader of the Forgotten."
If the appearance of the former Elven King is not particularly unexpected, the existence of another one is simply frightening.
"Sorry, if I can, I don't want to meet in this way, but for the future of the tribe, I accepted my new destiny." Speaking, it was the former tribal chief Orgrim!
He is standing here as an undead. r