Chapter 1761 Council of Chiefs

"Ridiculous! Is the Alliance's technology so easy to steal?" The one who spoke was the Trade Prince, the boss of the Goblin Bilgewater Cartel.

Thrall never really trusted this despicable goblin.

Gallywix became a trade king by blowing up, selling out, or betraying everyone he knew. When Mount Cajaro erupted, only Gallywix had a refugee boat, and he charged each refugee a fee of their life savings. He then packed up every upper-class goblin like a sausage and prepared to sell them as slaves.

The monster-like Gallywix betrayed all his people for more almond coins.

During the Second Dark Portal War, he became the chairman of the Copper Street Conglomerate, an advisor to the Tinker Alliance, an important goblin in the Trade Federation, and the second richest person in the Bilgewater Cartel. (self-proclaimed)

After several months of conspiracy, he killed the former trade king Malti at a banquet. Through various pretexts and small businesses, he owned most of the former's properties in the trade alliance, stole the land under his name, and finally became The new trade king.

If the Alliance hadn't destroyed all of this despicable guy's business and blocked every bloody path for him to make a fortune in the Alliance, he probably wouldn't have become the Alliance's sworn enemy and defected to the Horde.

In fact, although Thrall disdained to steal Alliance technology, he never stopped Gallywix from sending people to steal technology from the Alliance.

Unfortunately, the corpses hung out from time to time outside the walls of Alliance factories and research institutes, as well as Gallywix losing his temper every once in a while, are good proof that the goblin leader's plans have failed again and again. .

Duke has deployed magic nets in every new technology research and development center and every major factory in the alliance. Those soul guards who never need to sleep monitor every corner of every important place in the alliance through the magic network.

Except for no more than twenty dwarf craftsmen including Gelbin, no one in the entire alliance has a complete set of new technologies.

The most frightening thing is that the biggest inventor and leader of the alliance's new technology happens to be Duke Marcus himself. If it were someone else, they might be able to intercept the alliance's development momentum through abduction or even assassination. But this scumbag goblin leader can never take down a genuine Azeroth demigod.

The alliance can export a large number of products to the tribe, but it will not export any new technology that is close to the forefront of alliance technology.

Goblins with bad character can only steal and transform. When it comes to research and development, they are far behind the dwarves.

Take flying battleships for example. To this day, the goblins have not yet come up with a flying battleship that can fly for a hundred hours without incident. The Alliance has begun to develop a third-generation hybrid flying battleship with propellers and Titan's anti-gravity system.

This gap will make anyone with any brain feel despair.

However, those Nagrand orcs, who only have cold weapons in their minds and are almost primitive people, also have fanatical self-confidence. They firmly believe that anything that cannot be done by one person can be done with ten thousand people.

We can't win because we just don't have enough determination and not enough people die.

Of course, in theory, once a war begins with the Alliance, as long as the Alliance's ammunition is exhausted with human lives, the Alliance can be drawn into the hand-to-hand combat that the orcs are best at.

But... is this possible?

It just so happened that at this juncture, the traditional orcs, as the mainstream of the tribe, issued the strongest voice of resistance so far.

If nothing is done, this sound will soon become the only main theme of the tribe.

Sal felt a suffocating sadness.

At this moment, a messenger came, followed by a group of soldiers. Each soldier held a thick stack of report envelopes in his hands. Each envelope was marked with a red feather that represented urgency.

Thrall's heart sank.

The changes in geological conditions that occurred in various places due to cataclysms were the result of inspections by wyvern scouts.

These reports are the tribe's loss statistics.

Even if you don’t want to think about it, you know that this is just the first wave.

"Put it down." Thrall ordered a little dejectedly.

Thrall, Vol'jin, and even Varok sat down together and read each report as quickly as possible. And mark the losses on the sand table map in the chief's hall.

After half a day, the result was shocking.

Since the catastrophe, more than 100,000 tribal people have lost their lives. Some died from disasters, and more than 70% died from the raging elements.

There are reports of patrols and guards being attacked everywhere. However, with the weapons in the hands of the orcs, it is difficult to cause any effective damage to the fire elemental creatures.

Shamans are simply in short supply.

Thrall finally made a decision to convene a small meeting of leaders. Participants included the troll leader Vol'jin, the tauren chief Kane, the Forsaken leader Dranosh, the trade prince Gallywix, Thrall's Advisors include the old orc warriors Eitrigg and Garrosh Hellscream.

"I think everyone knows what happened in the tribe recently." Thrall started.

Garrosh crossed his arms, his face full of dissatisfaction: "I know. The territory we conquered in the Northern Territory was shamelessly stolen. The Alliance refused to share the spoils with the Horde. And the damn black lizard Neltharion because he and the Guardian The dragon's personal vendetta against the Alliance launched revenge against the entire planet, implicating the tribe."

Vol'jin couldn't help it anymore: "Young man, don't talk nonsense! The evil ancient gods have never stopped plotting to destroy this world! No matter whether there is an alliance or not in this world, it will still be the same..."

Thrall interrupted the troll chief: "Forget it, Vol'jin, we have more important things to deal with."

Vol'jin gave Garrosh a hard look and finally fell silent.

Garrosh snorted coldly, not even looking at Vol'jin.

Their performance gave Sal a big headache. However, Thrall still forced the topic back: "The serious problems we are facing today cannot be solved by swords and axes alone. Earthquakes shook every piece of land, and elemental creatures were raging in the countryside. I heard our planet Azeroth is screaming in agony. If this worldwide horrific disaster is not solved, let alone the Alliance tribes, all life on this planet will be doomed."

This topic was so heavy that even the unruly Garrosh became silent.

Thrall continued: "My spies have just received news that Magni Bronzebeard, the King of the Bronzebeard Dwarves of Ironforge, in order to pursue the power of demigods, decisively turned himself into a diamond man through the stone slab of the earth. I think it’s time for the tribe to make sacrifices and concessions.”