My Rebirth and the Strange Adventure of Black Zhen

Garrosh, the Warchief of the Horde, stood with his hands behind his back, turned to the setting sun, and spoke slowly, "During the time of the previous Warchief Thrall, the Horde was basically fighting for survival. Now that I have become the Warchief of the Horde, the members of the Horde no longer have to worry about food and clothing, and are now pursuing fame and more benefits."

Seeing the intentional pause of Chief Garrosh, Bronk looked at the facial expression of Chief Garrosh and made excuses for him. "The opportunities for success are limited, and the Chief is just following the principle of fairness to give more opportunities to young people."

Garrosh, the chieftain of the Horde, took off the Bloodroar Axe from his back and began to maintain it in the sun with a helpless look on his face. "If it weren't for the large amount of supplies we obtained in the Jade Forest and Valley of the Four Winds on the Pandaria continent, the Horde would definitely have more intense conflicts due to the uneven distribution of resources."

"Then why not unite the other races of the Horde? Just like the former Horde Warchief Thrall did."

Hearing Liya Blackzhen's blunt question, the chieftain of the tribe put away his Bloodroar Axe. "I originally thought that as long as I could gain the support of the orcs, I could use their numerical advantage to force the other tribes in the tribe to agree to my reforms. But some of the young orcs' views are too exclusive."

"But the policy of orc racial supremacy was initiated by you, Garrosh. Regardless of your original intention, your orc racial policy has harmed the interests of the tribe."

Garrosh, the Great Chieftain of the Horde, sighed and shook his head. "Even if it wasn't me, Garrosh, even the little Sarfaru who died in the Northern Expedition against the Lich King would have found it difficult to suppress the young orcs."

Garrosh, the chieftain of the tribe, turned around abruptly. "Unless the powerful young orcs who died with young Sarfaru in the battle of the Wrathgate are resurrected and divide the strength of the young orcs, the chieftain of the tribe can only choose between the young orcs and other races of the tribe."

Bronk handed a bottle of rice wine brewed by the Pandaren to Garrosh, the chief of the tribe, at the right time. "In fact, the chief of staff of the tribe, Eitrigg, has provided you with a solution. Some of the young orcs who have improved their strength through the tribal military academy have made great contributions in the war against the queen's mantid demons. They will definitely be grateful to the elder orcs and other races of the tribe, while indirectly isolating the extreme young orcs."

"I don't think as far ahead as you do. The Horde does need to improve its combat effectiveness." Garrosh, the Great Chieftain of the Horde, laughed. "The fact that we are at a disadvantage in our strategic cooperation with the Alliance and our inability to cope with the air superiority of the Mantid army sent by the Queen forced me to face reality."

"The orc race lacks flexible and diverse professional talents. Especially the young orcs, who lack actual combat experience, which makes them more disadvantaged in dealing with enemy air forces."

Leah Black-Jane, who was not a bad person by nature, subconsciously comforted the Horde Chieftain Garrosh, "Most of the Horde defenders near the breach in the Great Wall are orcs, so they can be defeated, right?"

"I'm not blind or stupid." Garrosh, the chieftain of the Horde, seemed to be strongly stimulated by something and loudly refuted Leah Blackjean. "After so many years in the army, I still can't see that it is an insult to my Hellscream name."

Garrosh, the chieftain of the tribe, accidentally cut his finger when he was about to use the holy light to heal. Garrosh, the chieftain of the tribe who had become dependent on the holy light storage crystal, asked Bronk a question when he was about to use the holy light to heal.