Chapter 1372 An Irresistible Offer

Compared with the Alliance, the Horde is in even worse shape, with its manpower, material resources and economy on the verge of collapse. The only good thing is that the alliance not only did not take advantage of the situation, but also increased the purchase price of minerals and other materials. Moreover, the tribe's most scarce food and medicine were used as a direct exchange.

You can also shamelessly ask the alliance for supplies. Wojin now feels like a beggar and goes to the Alliance every day to ask for relief supplies.

But manpower is not enough.

Unless all orcs are genetically modified to change their race, no matter what Thrall does, it will be impossible to create hundreds of thousands of people in a short period of time.

There are 150,000 adult orcs, 50,000 tauren, 20,000 trolls, the Forsaken claim to be more than 20,000, and 38,000 goblins.

The total adult population of the tribe is less than 300,000, which is not even as good as a human kingdom.

What's worse is that there is still a lot of water in this number. Most of the tribe are rough people, and most of them are illiterate. It is good to be able to count to three. Those who have some culture have gone to become shamans.

Do you think the shaman will act as a census taker for you?

This number was calculated with the help of unreliable goblins and forgotten people.

Because the tribal territory is vast and sparsely populated in the standard sense, and transportation is inconvenient, many villages do not contact the outside world for ten and a half days. No one knows whether they were destroyed or not.

Thrall only knew that letters asking for help were coming to Orgrimmar like a snowflake, asking for people, food, and wood to build houses. Thrall was so dizzy.

It happened that at this time, the Alliance made an offer that the tribe could not refuse, and they jointly went on an expedition to the outside world.

In Tanaris, the tribe's withdrawal camp, Thrall and a group of chiefs received a visit from Duke.

"The Outland and Draenor that our Alliance calls, the 'our world' that you call 'our world', there are millions of your orc compatriots on it, right? If the Horde is willing to continue to march hand in hand with the Alliance, kill Illidan as the leader. The Alliance does not mind that the Horde will immigrate the orcs from the outside world to the Horde territory of the Kalimdor continent. We can even open the portal between the Dark Portal and Theramore to allow the immigrants to arrive as soon as possible."

When Duke said these words, he had a faint smile on his face from beginning to end, as if he was telling a trivial matter that had nothing to do with the alliance. That kind of relaxation and comfort made the eyes of the three tribe bosses Thrall, Vol'jin and Orgrim twitch wildly.

His hometown was about to collapse, and the orcs were forced to cross the Dark Portal and launch the first Dark Portal War in an attempt to conquer the world of Azeroth... Thrall has been hearing stories like this since he was sensible.

The word 'our world' was both distant and unfamiliar to Sal, yet seemed to have a sense of familiarity that was close at hand.

Regardless of whether this can be attributed to the Burning Legion's conspiracy, in the past twenty-five years, first Gul'dan, who had control of the Horde, abused evil energy, causing the orcs' hometown to become smoky and withered, and then Ner'zhul. Zuo Da died and bombed his hometown again.

Just looking at the tragic images of the Hellfire Peninsula provided by Duke, Thrall and other tribal leaders felt their hearts ache.

"It's even more broken than before!" Orgrim made a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

Thinking back to those days, the old tribe gathered millions of troops and gathered in front of the Dark Portal, hoping to destroy all enemies with crude weapons and the strong bodies of the orcs.

pity……

The past was gone in the blink of an eye, and an army of millions was wiped out.

The past is past, and what is before the tribe is a choice without a choice.

In private, every orc is a brother and sister, and Thrall cannot abandon his compatriots and leave them to die in a world that is becoming increasingly destroyed.

In public, the joining of millions of orcs can definitely greatly strengthen the tribe's strength.

Any chief is fine, and there is no reason to refuse.

With a few simple eye contacts, the tribe has reached an internal consensus.

Thrall said in his rich voice: "Fighting the evil Burning Legion and saving our compatriots is the duty and obligation of the tribe. The tribe will attack."

Duke nodded slightly: "Very good."

Then, Duke's eyes were like lightning as he swept across the audience. The weaker chiefs simply did not dare to look into Duke's eyes full of elemental fluctuations and divinity, and bowed their heads one after another.

"I know the tribe still has doubts about whether the alliance is too good to the tribe."

"..." The wise men headed by Wojin were silent. Only Wojin raised his head and looked at Duke without fear.

Not only him, but every chief is waiting for an answer.

Duke smiled smartly: "Everyone here, even the chiefs who have directly fought against the Burning Legion, may still have an impression of the Burning Legion when hundreds of thousands of demons swept across Mount Hyjal, right?"

Grom and others nodded.

"With the help of the power of Nozdormu, the dragon king of time and space, I went back to the ancient war ten thousand years ago..." Duke waved his hand gently, and a three-dimensional projection battle suddenly appeared in front of the tribal chiefs.

"Hiss—" Many chiefs gasped on the spot.

They saw the extremely strong wild boar god Agamaggan, using his violent charge to easily knock away a large number of demons, and using his long fangs to tear everything in the way of the charge into pieces.

In the southern part of the Barrens in the core area of ​​​​the tribe's territory, there are two places, Razor Highlands and Razor Swamp. Most of the tribal chiefs have a deep understanding of the ferocity of the wild boars and wild boars here.

When they saw Agamaggan, whom the wild boar people worshiped, their true recognition and feelings shocked their hearts far more than other demigods.

However, such a seemingly invincible and powerful demigod, under siege by tens of thousands of demons, finally exhausted his physical strength and life, and was finally killed by two junior void lords...

Not only Agamaggan, but also a large number of demigods including Malorne the White Deer, known as the first God of the Wilderness of Azeroth, died in this battle.

A five-minute video was played quickly. In the huge camp, only the howling of the wind in the Tanaris Desert echoed.

Duke was obviously calm, but everyone felt that his sonorous voice sounded again.

"In the War of the Ancients, demigods were inferior to dogs, and strong men were everywhere. Do you want an answer? This is the answer. So what if the Alliance allowed millions of tribes to enter the world of Azeroth? It's just a few million more cannon fodder. That’s it. That’s right! When it comes to the full-scale invasion of the Burning Legion, millions of tribes are cannon fodder, and tens of millions of Alliance are also cannon fodder. You are cannon fodder, and even I, a demigod, am also cannon fodder. In the face of absolute destructive power, There is no difference between us.”

At some point, Thrall and the chiefs began to breathe heavily.

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