Vol 2 Chapter 1761: Chiefs Conference

"It's ridiculous! Is the Alliance's technology so stealable?" It was the goblin rusty water chaebol's boss, Prince of Trade.
Thrall never really believed in this mean goblin.
Gary Vickers became the king of trade by exploding, selling out goods, or selling everyone he knew. When Kayaro volcano erupted, only Gary Vickers had refuge ships, and he charged every refugee who boarded them with their lifetime savings as a cost. Then he packed up every goblin in the upper class like sausages and prepared to sell them as slaves.
The monster-like Gary Vickers betrayed all his people for more almond coins.
During the Second Dark Gate War, he became the chairman of the Copper Coin Street Consortium, an advisor to the Tinker Union, an important goblin in the trade union, and the second richest man in the Rusty Waters. (Called himself)
After several months of conspiracy, at a banquet, the former trade king Malti was killed. Through various guises and small businesses, he owned most of the former's property in the trade union, stole the land under his name, and finally became The new king of trade.
If it hadn't been for the league to ruin the business of this despicable guy, blocking every fortune in the league, it is estimated that he would not become the enemy of the alliance and take refuge in the tribe.
In fact, although Thrall disdain to steal the league's technology, he has never stopped the Gary Vickers from stealing technology from the league in the past.
It is a pity that the dead bodies hanging from the walls of the Alliance factory and the Institute from time to time, as well as Gary Vickers, who lost his temper every so often, proved that the plan of the goblin leader has repeatedly failed Already.
Duke has deployed magic nets in every new technology research and development center of the alliance, as well as in every major factory. Those soul guards who never need to sleep, monitor every corner of every major land in the Alliance through the magic net.
Except for no more than twenty dwarf craftsmen, including Gelbin, no one in the entire league has the complete technology of any new technology.
The most terrible thing is that the biggest inventor of the new technology and the leader of the alliance happened to be Duke Marcus. If it is someone else, it may be possible to intercept the development of the alliance through abduction or even assassination. But this dregs goblin leader will never be able to pack an authentic Azeroth demigod.
The Alliance can export a large number of products to the tribe, but it will not export any new technology that is closer to the frontier of the Alliance's technology.
The goblins of bad character only have the ability to steal and transform. When it comes to research and development, they are thrown away ten streets by the gnome.
For example, the air battleship, to this day, the goblin has not yet come up with an air battleship that can fly for 100 hours without incident. The Alliance has begun to develop a third-generation propeller plus Titan anti-gravity hybrid air combat ship.
This gap, as long as people with a little brain will feel despair.
There are only cold weapons in the head, Nagrand Orcs, who are almost primitive, and a fanatical self-confidence. They believe that nothing can be solved by one person, and it can be done with 10,000 people.
You ca n’t win, but you do n’t have enough determination and not enough dead people.
Of course, in theory, once you start a war with the Alliance, as long as you use up the Alliance ’s ammunition, you can pull the Alliance into the best hand-to-hand combat of the Orcs.
But ... is this possible?
It is precisely this knuckle that, as the tribe's mainstream traditional orcs, has also issued the strongest voice of resistance so far.
If you don't do anything, this voice will soon become the only theme of the tribe.
Thrall felt a sorrow that suffocated him.
At this moment, a herald came, and he was followed by a group of soldiers, each holding a thick stack of report envelopes. Each envelope was marked with a scarlet feather representing urgency.
Thrall's heart sank.
The changes in geological conditions caused by the cataclysm in previous places were the result of two-footed flying dragon scouting inspections.
And these reports are the loss statistics of the tribe.
Even if you don't want to think about it, this is just the first wave.
"Let's put it down." Thrall ordered a little suddenly.
Thrall, Woking, and even Warlock sit down together and go through each report as quickly as possible. Mark the losses on the sand table map in the Chiefs' Hall.
After half a day, the result was shocking.
Since the day of the catastrophe, more than 100,000 tribal people have been killed. Some died from the disaster, and more than 70% died from the raging elements.
There have been reports of attacks on patrols and guards everywhere, but with weapons in the hands of orcs, it is difficult to cause effective damage to fire elemental creatures.
The shaman is simply in short supply.
Thrall finally made a decision to convene a small meeting of leaders, including Troll Chief Vol'jin, Tauren Chief Kane, Forsaken Chief Dranosh, Prince of Trade Gary Vickers, Thrall Staffs old orc warrior Eitrigg, and Garrosh Hellscream.
"I think everyone knows what happened to the tribe recently." Thrall started.
Garrosh held his hands on his chest, and his face was full of unpleasant feelings: "I know. We lost the Northern Territory and were shamelessly stolen. The Alliance refused to give the tribe loot. And the black lizard Nasario because he and his guard The dragon and the alliance's personal revenge, launched revenge on the entire planet, involving the tribe. "
Woking couldn't help it: "Young man, you can't talk nonsense! The evil ancient has never stopped conspiring to perish this world! No matter whether there is an alliance in this world, it is the same ..."
Thrall interrupted the Troll Chief: "Forget it, Vol'jin, we have more important things to deal with."
Vol'jin gave Garrosh a deadly glance, and eventually fell silent.
Garrosh snorted, not even looking at Vol'jin.
Their performance gave Thrall a headache. However, Thrall forced back to the topic: "The serious problems we face today cannot be solved by swords and axes alone. The earthquake shook every land and elemental creatures are raging in the countryside. I heard our planet Azeroth is crying bitterly. Without resolving this worldwide horror, let alone allied tribes, all creatures on this planet will be finished. "
The subject was so heavy that even Garrosh became silent.
Thrall continued: "My agent has just received news that Magni the Bronzebeard, Ironforge's Bronzebeard Dwarf, has turned himself into a diamond man decisively through the earth slab in pursuit of the power of the demigod. I think it's time the tribe needs someone to make sacrifices and concessions. "