Chapter 1544 The Trouble of the Tribe

It's clear that the tribe will have to pay for its carelessness.

The current situation is like an infinite loop:

The tribe lacked food, and hunting alone was completely unable to meet the needs of the rapidly increasing orc population. The Alliance is not a charity. If you want to ask the Alliance for food, you must exchange it for ores. The traditional Draenor orcs also hate the act of engaging in productive work. Not only do they refuse to be miners, but each clan also resists handing over their hard labor to the tribe to be pulled into the mines.

When there was no food, the major clans followed tradition and went to other places to rob it.

There are no neighboring clans, so they are just like locusts heading towards where there is food. In the tribal-controlled areas of Kalimdor, the most fertile land is Thunder Bluff, where green grass blooms happily.

Many hungry orc clans ignored Thrall's prohibition and reached out to the tauren's Kodo herd. In their eyes, this huge beast is the prey worthy of the tribal warriors.

Cairn Bloodhoof went to Thrall every three days to complain. Thrall repeatedly issued orders to prohibit the orcs from attacking the tauren's territory, but the poaching situation was still very serious. Not only poaching, but also private fighting occurs every day.

The orcs, ogres, and even Gronn of Gruul from Draenor all came to Thunder Bluff to make a fortune.

Cain was so driven that he almost announced that the tauren would withdraw from the tribe.

In the end, Thrall had to let Varok Saurfang and the warchief's bodyguard patrol the borders of Thunder Bluff, and those caught poaching would be publicly executed, and the situation was barely suppressed.

Unfortunately, Thunder Bluff is the shortest and most convenient passage to the Desolate Land in the tribe's territory. As long as the tauren still stay in the tribe, there is no reason to refuse the orcs from passing through their territory. This made the tauren watch every orc passing through the road like a thief.

This further aggravated conflicts within the tribe.

Now, seeing the report that the Scourge is likely to sweep through Azeroth again, Thrall, who was inspecting the Crossroads of the Barrens, felt deeply frustrated after reading the report: "Am I wrong? I spent a lot of money. After half a year, the tribe still cannot live a stable life..."

The eyes that were always extremely determined began to have a confused look.

Vol'jin didn't know how to persuade Thrall, so he could only pat Thrall on the shoulder: "No, Warchief, you have done a great job. There will be no one in the tribe who can do better than you."

In fact, this was also the reason why Thrall was stunned.

Transforming from a nomadic nation to a farming nation, even in Duke's empire, was not a simple matter, let alone an easy task that could be accomplished overnight.

Historically, the Han people have integrated with many nomadic peoples, but it often took several generations of efforts to continuously change their customs and provide better living conditions and work opportunities before the transformation was slowly completed.

Originally, the best way to divert internal conflicts was war.

It's a pity that the Alliance will not give the tribe this opportunity at all. The absolute power gap is not only known to the orcs Thrall brought there from the Eastern Kingdom. Even the orcs who migrated from Draenor know it.

When the Alliance was transporting the orcs, under Duke's secret guidance, they never hesitated to show off the Alliance's muscles - well-disciplined soldiers, earth-shaking artillery, roaring tanks, and huge battleships.

Even though the targets each time were scattered demons or crazy evil orcs, it was enough to leave the deepest impression on anyone in the tribe who had seen this scene.

To be honest, Sal felt it was a bit of a miracle. Almost every night when he lay down, he was wondering whether the Alliance would turn around and destroy the tribe if there was no pressure from foreign enemies...

However, Thrall couldn't think too much at this time. He would never forget how he led the newly freed tribe to fight the Scourge in southern Dalaran ten years ago.

Even though the tribe now has a branch called the Forgotten, the Forgotten who don't go too far cannot be compared with the Scourge who wantonly spread death.

"Alas!" Thrall sighed deeply: "Wo'jin! Send an order for the warriors of the Frostwolf clan to assemble and select warriors suitable for the severe cold climate from the tribe. We have to accept the plan of the expedition to Northrend proposed by Duke before. Accepted."

"Who will lead the army?" Wo'jin actually didn't question it, but reminded Thrall.

The atmosphere within the tribe is now so tense that most other races are unwilling to go on expeditions. No one wants to go out here, and their home over there is ransacked by their own people.

Especially the tauren.

When the alliance requests coordinated operations, most of them require infantry. The tauren are not going, only the orcs are there for melee combat.

There was unbreakable sadness in Sal's eyes. Just when he was a little hesitant, a young and majestic figure came into his sight.

It was a burly young orc.

Unlike traditional Draenor orcs, he is more disciplined, and he also believes in the honor and unwavering ideals of his father.

And his character determines that he will be a brave warrior until the last moment.

"What do you think about letting Delanoche go?"

Dranosh is Dranosh Saurfang, also known as Little Saurfang.

He is the young son of Varok Saurfang and the nephew of Brox Saurfang, the great hero of the Horde.

Regardless of bloodline, status, or record, he is the leader of the younger generation.

only……

"Will the Alliance think we are not interesting enough?" Vol'jin reminded Thrall cautiously.

Thrall smiled bitterly: "Can I walk away from this situation? Can Varok walk away? Or should I say you go?"

None of the chief leaders of the tribe could leave. Now the tribe is like a powder keg, ready to explode. If Thrall is not here to take charge, the tribe will be destroyed in a few minutes without the Lich King attacking.

As Thrall's first advisor, Vol'jin is not only the leader of the trolls, but also the mediator. He is responsible for many matters that the warchief does not intervene in.

Kane was nervous and of course he wouldn't go out.

Anastrian has a ghost in his heart and will not appear in front of the Alliance.

And Gallywix of the Bilgewater Cartel... will this ruthless and cunning trade prince be willing to fight for the Horde?

I have no choice but to choose the taller one among the short ones.

Thrall was both comforting himself and telling Vol'jin: "The Alliance has a large number of talents, and the Horde must also cultivate its own talents. Otherwise we will fall further behind. Sometimes, we can only let the younger generation go and have a try. "

In fact, Sal is also very young, he is 25 years old now. However, Thrall debuted early and became the founder of the new tribe ten years ago, thus becoming senior.

When he said this, Vol'jin couldn't refute, and said cautiously: "Duke Marcus's personal integrity is still very good. At least he has never broken his promise, and he has never deliberately harmed the tribe."

"I can only hope that everything goes well." Sal sighed.