Stormwind God

Malcolok was stunned for a moment.

When did he want to say, Shantis exclaimed: "Want Feralas? Yes, send a declaration of war to the alliance, and then come over and win us, Feralas is tribal."

Unlike his boss, Malkorok has an IQ of 50.

He is extremely loyal and lacks brain.

The fighting powers of the two sides are not at the same level, and it is definitely not a decision he can make to start a war with the alliance. And he, and the other Overseers, noticed the change in the attitude of the alliance.

In the past, the alliance was relatively restrained by the tribe. Even the night elves who had had war and resentment with the tribe did not attack the first time after they felled on their favorite forest, but scolded them loudly.

Often without raising to the diplomatic level, the friction conflict ends with the concession of the night elves.

But now, the league feels a bit aggressive?

Malkorok glanced, and a great white wolf was basking in the sun on the top of a tower in the fortress.

"Huh?" He immediately realized who it was.

The Wild Demigod is transformed into Goros' wolf **** by the orcs! He is now part of the Guardian of Hyjal.

"Cut!" Malcolok took a sigh of relief. The lack of high-end force is a constant pain of the tribe. When Gruul is out here, he cannot get the demigod.

He changed his words: "We are here to hunt down the traitor Tauren Baine * Bloodhoof and his supporters. Do you know where they are?"

"Tauren? I've seen them logging and building ships near the forgotten coast. They're out to sea."

"Wait! Why would the night elves allow them to log! But the tribe is forbidden from cutting trees !?" Markorok was a little angry.

Santis * Yuge has an unabashed mockery: "It's very simple! Because those tauren believe in nature as much as we do, their shaman immediately planted the seeds after cutting down the tree and used the shaman. Spells are born. By next year, there will be a beautiful forest again. As for you? Simply destroying the unbuilt guys, let's go! "

Markorock wanted to squirt almost old blood.

He was right, the league took refuge with Bain. It's just not a blatant cover, they showed a clear way and let them run to rest on Sador Island.

There used to be a place where elements raged. For the past thousand years, the night elves have also established the Feathermoon Fortress there in order to discover the remains of the upper elves there.

But now there has been no element of fury there, and the entire island is under Nga's sphere of influence. The Alliance has already begun secretly on the ruins of the Feathermoon Fortress, and there is a Horned Eagle Beast stationed there.

There are naga in the sea, battleships and horned beast knights in the sky, and Bain are very safe.

It's the Dark Gate. In September 27, Duke just left the public eye, and the brain screaming was supposed to jump out and start a full-scale war with the alliance at the first time, but all his subordinates and deputies opposed it and could only stop.

In the end, Malkorok could only lead the army to establish a few strongholds in Feralas, and the army went back dingy.

During the second half of 27 years, the tribe never stopped expanding.

In October, the desolate land was regained.

In November, the wild boars of Razor Heights and Razor Marsh were completely wiped out, and the tribe's first fleet was formed in the original Thousand Needles Forest (submerged by seawater after the cataclysm).

In December, the elites headed by Gruul and his army of Gron gathered together in the north of the Desolate Land, and 200,000 troops of the tribe hoarded on the east of Stonetalon. Seeing that the momentum was not right, Gary Wickers, the prince of the rusty water chariot in Stonetalon Mountain, quickly threw away the martial arts and went to Orgrimmar to plead guilty.

Rustwater Chaebol Goblin rejoins the Horde.

In view of this, the dark spear trolls on the Echo Islands are like felting. Vol'jin knew that if he didn't make a decision again, Garrosh's next liquidation object would be the Darkspear Troll.

After all, the Echo Islands are on Durotar. Garrosh would never allow a nail to dangle around his heart.

After receiving news from the tribe to form a fleet, Vol'jin decisively contacted the alliance and expressed his wish to join the alliance.

Varian did not agree. In the absence of Duke and Sylvanas, the conflict between the blood elves and the trolls for thousands of years is not so easy to resolve. And Duke has long left a plan for this.

The final decision was that the Alliance could send a ship to pick up the Dark Spear Trolls, and open up the island of Haguero, the southernmost point of Stranglethorn Vale, to allow the Dark Spear Trolls to live autonomously on the island.

Woking sighed and he agreed.

Almost the Darkspear Troll withdrew his forefoot, and the screaming orc killed the Echo Islands.

At this point, except for the new Undercity tribe far away in Winter Spring Valley, Garrosh has once again completed the tribe's 'unification', linking the tribal territory into one.

"The greatest leader of the tribe ever!"

"The strongest chief warrior!"

"Long live Garrosh!"

Every victory is always full of advocates.

Garrosh became a little bit aloof among countless touted and praised voices.

If he were a politician among human beings, he would know a word called ‘killing’. The orcs who touted him are sincere, and this invisible and unintentional killing is even more hurting.

Fortunately, he still has the last clever sense, and knows not to go to war with the alliance.

Because the alliance in this world is far stronger than the original history, Garrosh's situation has become a little strange. One sentence can be used to describe his civil war insiders and foreign war laymen.

However, recently he issued a series of unreasonable orders to the hard-pressed second-in-the-house goblin trade prince Gary Vickers: "Are you still claiming the advanced goblin of science and technology? The ninth-class gnome in the league is better than you Smart. I give you a year, no matter what the alliance has, the tribe must also have. "

Gary Vickers is actually quite rich these days. After the cataclysm awakened the volcano on his home island, the trade king realized that he used his boat to transfer the panic refugees to a safe place, took away their life savings and sold them as slaves, which could make a fortune. .

Originally this clever plan in history, the last ship was torn apart in a crossfire between tribal ships and the Alliance fleet. Goblin survivors swim on the Lost Islands off Kalimdor's coast, where a series of events emerge.

In this life, because the tribe and the alliance did not fight each other in the cataclysm, Galevix succeeded and made a fortune.

The prince of trade, who was pinched by Garrosh, worked angrily. He made a huge empty check on the black market, so long as anyone could steal technology from the league, he would be paid a huge price.