Chapter 1187 Changes in the Tribe

"Uh-huh!"

The swords were shining, and the result of the battle was naturally Alleria's defeat.

With the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, Duke himself is invincible. The only question is when Alleria will be defeated.

Alleria unexpectedly persisted for a long time and was finally defeated.

"It can't be done! It can't be done! Have mercy on me - let me go -" Alleria cried.

"Hey! Don't losers let the winners do what they want?" Duke smiled evilly.

"Don't! Don't! That's enough! You don't want me to be afraid when I see you in the future..." Alleria resisted in a roundabout way.

Uh, this...

Duke really didn't want Alleria to develop a fear of swordsmanship, so he could only speed up and give her the final blow, and then hug her warmly.

"Alleria! Do you really want a child?" Duke gently played with the brilliant blond hair.

"Yeah. But let it go." Alleria gently stroked Duke's big hand and felt relieved: "Speaking of which, it feels amazing! I used to want to shoot every orc and troll to death, but now I feel a little bit... I’m used to fighting side by side with the strong men of the tribe.”

Duke couldn't help but feel a little dumb, and it took him a while before he laughed: "If the chief of the tribe has always been Thrall, and there is enough external pressure... maybe there will be a chance for the alliance and the tribe to unite peacefully..."

Although Duke himself finds it hard to believe that day will come, it is still a possible path. Now that the enemy is facing the enemy, Duke doesn't mind giving some sweetness to the tribe fairly and equitably, and he may have tried in this regard.

"Even if the Alliance and the Horde have such grudges?"

"Hehe, it's not surprising. When that day comes, Sal will make a wise choice."

"What if Thrall is not the warchief and the tribe's hatred of the Alliance rises?"

"Haha. In addition to the union of equals in this world, there is also a fusion relationship called conquest."

Duke's gaze seemed to span the distant starry sky, travel through endless distance and time, and land on the earth's heaven.

The Han people were just a small tribe at first, guarding a pitiful few hundred square kilometers of land, and then it took them thousands of years to become the huge country it is today. Could it be that they just relied on words?

Give me a break!

Conquest by force and integration of nations are laws that have been common throughout the world and even the entire multiverse throughout the ages.

If the orc-dominated tribes had won the first and second Dark Portal Wars, then the people who shouted "never be slaves" would have become humans, dwarves, and elves.

Now the tribe has to cross the sea and guard the most barren land. This is just the responsibility and consequences that must be borne after the invasion fails.

Whether the Alliance will take the initiative to attack the Horde in the future will depend on the strength ratio between the Alliance and the Horde, as well as who is the leader of the Horde. The key is timing.

If the tribe is strong enough and a powerful enemy is coming, starting a war between the alliance and the tribe without authorization at this time is tantamount to digging your own grave.

If the Alliance has completely overwhelmed the Horde, and it happens to be during the gap between the two wars in history, if Thrall is no longer the one who has the final say in the Horde but Brainless Roar, Duke will give it a go no matter what. .

Duke didn't know that something big was happening in the tribe at this moment.

Taking advantage of the gap between conquering the Molten Core and not yet attacking the Black Wing Lair, Grom and the others returned to the tribe.

Tribal warriors always worship the strong. When they learned that Grom and the others had defeated Ragnaros, the ancient elemental demigod and the King of Fire Demons, Grom and the others received overwhelming praise, and even three thousand elite soldiers Death in action was greatly downplayed.

In Orgrimmar, the orcs rushed to see Grom and his trophies - the pure-blooded Fire Eagle and the small Molten Hound.

Of course, the soldiers are even more envious of the new epic equipment on Varok and others.

"An amazing achievement, this is even comparable to our ancestors taming wolves from the wilderness."

"Those alliances don't look too bad!"

"The alliance also promises to help us kill the traitorous Black Hand brothers?"

Intense discussions even appeared among the guards on duty around Sal.

Thrall suddenly looked back and asked: "Wo'jin! What do you think of the current alliance?"

Wo'jin touched his long fangs: "Just, fair, and more generous. It's very different from the alliance you described."

Sal emphasized: "I didn't lie to you."

Vol'jin nodded: "I know that even Duke himself admitted that during the period when King Terenas led the alliance, the alliance made many mistakes and lacked true justice and fairness."

Thrall let out a long sigh: "If the Alliance doesn't make mistakes, the Horde will never have a chance to rise."

This is what worries Sal the most.

"As long as there are still powerful foreign enemies, the Alliance will not dare to attack the Horde." Wojin reminded tactfully.

"Yes! War is opportunity!"

Peaceful coexistence only exists when the foreign enemies are stronger or have similar strengths. Once there is an imbalance in strength, it will definitely be the weaker side that is unlucky.

Originally, crossing west to Kalimdor was a good move. It directly avoids the Eastern Kingdom Continent, where the alliance is the strongest, and avoids direct conflict with the alliance, allowing the tribes to have a vast space to recuperate.

As long as fertility and technological development are encouraged, after the new generation of tribes grows up, the tribes and the alliance may not be able to fight.

Unfortunately, the timing was bad.

The conflict between the Horde and the night elves, coupled with the heavy losses in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, caused the night elves to directly turn to the Alliance. Now the night elves' territory and Theramore, one to the north and one to the south, clamp down on Orgrimmar, which makes the tribe uncomfortable.

Thrall said solemnly: "Vol'jin, I will introduce you to a very important guest. I am inclined to let him and his race join the Horde."

"I'm going to summon the chiefs." Vol'jin got up from his seat.

"Wait! Don't call Grom and Kane yet, they are... a bit too straightforward. I want to hear your opinion first."

Vol'jin half-squinted his eyes. He suddenly thought of something, but in the end he bowed deeply: "I obey your orders, Warchief."

Rarely, Thrall did not receive the mysterious guest in the Valley of Heroes. Instead, he led Vol'jin to a cellar deep underground in Orgrimmar City.

Vol'jin noticed that those guarding the cellar were Thrall's personal guards.

Opening the door and entering the cave, Wojin's heart suddenly beat wildly.

He knew why.

"Hello! Chief Vol'jin, I am the former king of the Elven Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and now the leader of the Forsaken - Anastrian Sunstrider."

If the appearance of the previous Elf King wasn't particularly surprising, the presence of the other one was simply frightening.

"Sorry, if possible, I don't want to meet in this way, but for the future of the tribe, I accepted my new destiny." The speaker was the former chief of the tribe - Orgrim!

He is standing here as an immortal.