Chapter 1653 There Is No Third Way (Second Update)

"Wow! What a scary monster!"

"Is our Majesty really fighting against such a monster?"

"Holy Light! Your Majesty is truly an extraordinary person."

Looking at Yogg-Saron, who was extremely terrifying even after death, the people and soldiers all pointed at him.

Then I saw the female giant who was also ten stories tall in the picture.

"That's a giant!" A little boy exclaimed.

"What a beautiful giantess!" A little girl exclaimed in admiration to Freya.

"Shhh! That is also one of the guardians of Azeroth, who has formed an alliance with us to protect the world. Be respectful!" Their mother pulled the child and explained patiently: "If you grow up, you want to follow The guardians fight side by side to protect our village, and you must be as strong as our Majesty."

The children nodded in understanding.

When Freya threw the fragments of the artifact into Yogg-Saron's mouth, a terrifying acid mist appeared, which was suppressed by Freya with the power of the Titan runes. Then it tumbled and merged again, and finally a mysterious mist filled the air. When the green-green hammer emerged from the acid, the entire alliance immediately boiled.

[Valanel* Hammer of the Ancient King] has an 'I'-shaped handle that seems to be inlaid with copper, and it is actually suspended between the handle and the hammer head. A group of mysterious Titan rune arrays emit warm cyan glow, maintaining the handle and head of the hammer with mysterious and mysterious energy.

It looks like the hammer head of an unknown mysterious vessel, with several cyan semicircles wrapped in bronze edges. Not only are these cyan hemispheres exuding a charming brilliance, there are also two earth spirit reliefs on both sides of the hammer head that will rise from the hammer from time to time and rotate counterclockwise around the hammer head, which looks really cool.

"Ahhhh——"

"Look! The artifact—"

"I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see the birth of an artifact!"

That is the ancient call!

That's a testament to power!

That is the glow of life!

In the eyes of the people and generals, it was a symbol of glory.

Looking at it, people suddenly felt that their hard work was worth working in three shifts.

Looking at it, the general became more convinced that it was worthwhile for him and his companions to sacrifice their lives and shed blood!

Everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.

Far away on the continent of Kalimdor, in the Hall of Heroes in Orgrimmar, tribal chiefs such as Thrall, Vol'jin and Kane gathered together and looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

"Which artifact trophy is this from the alliance?" Thrall asked in a deep voice.

"The fifth one." Wo Jin's voice was neither sad nor happy.

"This is the fifth one..." Thrall sighed.

Not counting the ones I built or obtained, it is indeed the fifth one.

The first is the Wind Sword, the second is the Balrog's Hammer, the third is Atiesh, and the fourth is Solidar. (Although the Double Blades of Azzinoth are also artifacts, Duke did not order the confiscation of Illidan's weapons for the future, but instead sealed them away from the cage where Illidan was imprisoned.)

It would be a lie to say that I am not envious or jealous. Thrall couldn't even fool himself. But what position does the tribe have in taking such coveted trophies?

You definitely won't be able to grab it.

The gap in combat power between the Alliance and the Horde is already very large. In terms of high-end combat power, the Alliance has a bunch of demigods in charge, and the Horde is now... well, Gruul, the King of Gronn, is half of it, but unfortunately he is still disobedient and has no tribal concept. In the mortal army, the gap in combat power is no longer an era. Large-scale modern firearms can definitely beat a tribe to pieces.

If it is a cooperation, the tribe’s contribution is so small, why do you have the nerve to ask for it?

At least a few chiefs used to go out as representatives. This time there is only one Garrosh and a small Saurfang. It's understandable that the alliance doesn't want you to join the hero group - you can't even lead an army, so where are the spare heroes to break through?

Just thinking about it is discouraging.

Thrall looked around. In the chief's hall, Anastrian, sitting on a bone chair, was an illusion. Thrall noticed that since the incident at the Sunwell in the Alliance, His Excellency the Sun King had become nervous and refused to come to the Chief's Hall, giving various excuses. The tribe assigned tasks to the Forgotten with the same excuses, and would never send out personnel unless absolutely necessary.

Although Thrall still hasn't figured out what the former Sun King's evil intentions were, causing him to hide in his new undercity in Winterspring even if he didn't hesitate to offend the warchief, this does not prevent Thrall from being wary of him. Straight to the top.

If it weren't for the fact that the tribe was in extreme difficulty, Thrall would have attacked the Forsaken at all costs.

The goblin trade prince Gallywix, who was next to the Seat of Bones, had the best understanding of his mentality. He had an expression on his face that he thought he had been tricked by the tribe. For high-tech things, don't even think about orcs, trolls, Gronns and tauren. The tribe can only rely on the more civilized goblins.

Unfortunately for the stingy goblin, this is no longer a blood transfusion, but a flesh cut.

After joining the Horde, the Bilgewater Cartel lost its neutral status, and now the Alliance doesn't even do occasional business with the Bilgewater Cartel. The one that patronizes the most is the Steamwheedle Consortium in Gadgetzan. Seeing his fellow goblins making a lot of money, Gallywix couldn't help but feel depressed. He was completely itchy in his heart.

In the main hall, the biggest chair originally prepared for Gruul, King of Gronn, was not taken into consideration by the other party from the beginning. Gruul only sat there two or three times, and he was impatient every time.

If the tribe does not develop well and the people's hearts are lost, it will be difficult to lead the team.

After discussing the daily affairs of the tribe, the leaders dispersed, and Thrall only asked Vol'jin to stay. No one is surprised that Vol'jin is now the second-in-command of the Horde and Thrall's most valued think tank.

"What do you think about the strength of the alliance?"

Wojin's wise eyes flashed with light, and what came out of his mouth were shocking words: "The tribe is standing at a fork. Either send all the tribe's troops and strong men in every battle, and take advantage of the opportunity. The leader of the alliance is still Duke Marcus, who has fully integrated into the alliance and implemented a complete mixture."

Sal did not comment, but asked calmly: "What about the second way?"

"Find a strong support, at least one that can withstand the Titan Guardians of Azeroth, and then take advantage of the endless battle of the Alliance to directly counterattack..." Although Vol'jin's words were calm, there was something inside. Every word reveals cruelty and blood.

Thrall stood with his hands behind his hands and looked into the distance. From the Valley of the Kings, Orgrimmar was still expanding, but there was no happy expression on the faces of every tribe member. He suddenly asked: "There is no third party." Is there a way?"

"In my wisdom... none!"