Chapter 1414 Dilution

Duke spread his hands and put all the pressure on Sal.

Whether it is to be a terrible burden for ten years, or to have a group of loyal and powerful new blood to supplement the loss of the tribe in just a few months, anyone with a normal mind will know how to choose.

Brother has pointed out a clear path for you now. Whether you follow it or not is up to you.

Thrall was very smart, and he immediately recognized the subtext in Mark's words: "What price does the tribe need to pay?"

Duke smiled: "The Draenei have been hunted by the Burning Legion for the past 25,000 years. They have seen the most brutal and inhumane genocide and the most shameless betrayal. Those who raised the butcher knife to the Draenei , the old tribe is not the first, and probably will not be the last. Of course, the most basic attitude must still be there. Velen, the leader of the draenei, has only one request."

"Say!" Thrall stared at Duke with bright eyes.

"His request is that you take no less than five thousand subordinates and admit in front of the Draenei outside Shattrath City that the tribe attacked and massacred the Draenei under Kil'jaeden's instigation. The Nigerians made a mistake.”

As soon as this request came out, not to mention Thrall, even the personal guards around Thrall made a low-pitched commotion.

"snort!"

"How dare the Alliance?"

"Only those blue-skinned people peeking at our land!?"

The orc's low voice was no different from the muffled thunder.

At this moment, somewhat surprisingly, Yrel stood up.

"Hmph! Is this the magnanimity of the orcs? Don't they even have the courage to admit that they were bewitched by the demon commander Kil'jaeden? Since this war itself is a mistake, as long as we admit the mistake, we Draenei are willing to stand side by side with you. Fight against the Burning Legion!"

She is obviously a delicate woman!

He was obviously extremely scared!

It was clear that the orcs around her could tear her into pieces with just a move of their fingers.

Yrel still chose to speak out as a Draenei and speak out as a Draenei.

Thrall and Orgrim were deeply moved!

The guards were silent.

Orgrim pressed Thrall's shoulder and took a step forward: "I am the second tribal warchief. I also participated in the attack on Shattrath City back then. I killed thirty-eight Draenei defenders and... He became the adjutant of the first war chief Blackhand. Let me go!"

Yrel was suddenly overwhelmed by Orgrim's momentum.

After all, she is just a fledgling apprentice at Karabo Temple. Lacking political wisdom and experience, she did not understand the difference between an apology from a former chief and an apology from a current chief.

She instinctively felt something was wrong, but she couldn't put it into words.

What Orgrim did was quite great.

Looking at it from another perspective, in Draenor, the draenei are the invaders. Without territorial friction between the draenei and the various orc clans, there would be no rancor. In fact, Ner'zhul, who was bewitched by Kil'jaeden, threw out the oracle that 'the draenei will be the destroyers of the orcs', which was just the trigger.

At this time, the new tribe faced an urgent need for population, especially the population of the orcs who were the core of the tribe. Failure to save his compatriots would greatly undermine Thrall's prestige.

On the other hand, the orcs never forgot their hatred.

Within the orcs, there are also young and hard-line factions who preach the idea of ​​killing humans, destroying the alliance, and robbing everything from the alliance.

At the moment when the orcs are suffering from disasters, this argument is actually quite popular, but it has been suppressed by Thrall.

If Thrall apologized as the warchief, it would certainly be more diplomatically harmonious with the Alliance. Internally, doing so will undoubtedly offend hardliners to death.

Orgrim's move is not unsophisticated, it is also quite a compromise.

only……

Sal shook his head, a determined expression on his rough face.

"Thank you, Orgrim! However, I am an orc. While I inherit the glory of my ancestors, I must also bear the mistakes of my ancestors. I have always believed that the battle for survival between the draenei and the orcs is right. The only mistake was the addition of demonic elements. Since it is a mistake, then as the chief, I have the obligation to correct it. And in order for my compatriots to suffer less, my stigma is nothing."

Having said this, Thrall said to Duke: "Mr. Mark, please tell Commander Duke Marcus for me. After settling my more than 100,000 compatriots, I will go to Shattrath City."

Thrall's words made his personal guards stand in awe. For a moment, they all hit their left chests with their right fists. The dull "bang" sound was their highest respect for the warchief from the bottom of their hearts.

Duke controlled Mark to bow deeply, and at the same time pressed the hoof that was at a loss, and asked her to bow accordingly: "Praise for your courage and wisdom!"

"Thank you very much." Hooves hurriedly followed.

Thrall looked at Duke, as if he could see through the exorcist shell and see Duke in Karazhan beyond the endless time: "Please, please pay more attention to the alliance and allocate the supplies needed for hundreds of thousands of evil orc captives as soon as possible. . Orcs will never be stingy with their possessions in order to save their compatriots."

"As you wish, I will inform the Commander-in-Chief."

After leaving the tribe, my hooves... turned out to be soft.

"Scared...scared me to death...the orcs are really scary."

Duke held on to his hooves that were stumbling as he walked, and smiled: "Looking at how courageous you are, you seem to have the potential to become a heroine!"

"Heroine? Me? Forget it, I'm just a Karabor apprentice." Yrel seemed to be in the back row, patting his chest constantly.

Duke smiled and encouraged Hoof: "Faced with danger, many people will choose to be a coward for a lifetime, rather than a hero for a second."

"Yes, Your Majesty Prophet Velen does want the tribe to apologize, but I haven't heard anything about the supply of holy water?"

"Ah! That's just a small thing."

After leaving the final matter to Brian, Duke returned to Shattrath City with his hoof.

After listening to the report, Velen first thanked Duke: "I am extremely grateful to the Alliance for everything it has done for the draenei. In this way, although the deceased compatriots cannot come back, they can at least sleep peacefully."

Velen changed the topic and looked embarrassed: "But when it comes to holy water, even Naaru can't make unlimited amounts of holy water for 100,000 people, right?"

Obviously Viren was in a bit of trouble, because Duke promised to give the tribe the holy water needed by hundreds of thousands of orcs without communicating with him. Where did the draenei get so much holy water?

Duke rolled his eyes: "Come on, the evil orcs are almost half-demon. If you want them to drink high-purity holy water, why not ask our Tirion to give them a shot of [Ashbringer]? Just dilute it."

"dilution?"