Chapter 1762 Cold War

Sacrifice and compromise?

Almost as soon as they heard these two words, Kane and Vol'jin jumped up.

"Great Chief, wait!"

"Great Chief, could you be..."

Sal waved his hand: "Don't get excited yet, sit down!"

His sharp order forced the two chiefs to sit down obediently.

Everyone in the conference room pricked up their ears.

"Yes, I am indeed planning to imitate Magni Bronzebeard and pursue the power of demigods. In fact, my power has already reached its bottleneck early on. I just need to take advantage of the opportunity of the will of Azeroth to save me. , I still have a good chance of success. Think about it, a true demigod, what this means to the tribe."

Kane and Vol'jin were all silent.

The tribe is suppressed by the Alliance, of course because all fields of economy, technology and military are completely suppressed. The key lies in the lack of high-end combat power.

Gruul, the king of Gronn, who just doesn't listen to the announcement, can't be the opponent of the demigods in the alliance. After all, Gruul is only a demigod, not a real demigod.

If the Alliance and the Horde take action, Gruul will definitely not be able to handle it. In any minute, that guy will run away or switch sides.

If the tribe could have a genuine demigod, at least in terms of high-end combat power, it would be possible to compete with the alliance.

If you can't be on an equal footing with the Alliance, at least you will have the power to resist once the fight starts.

Everyone knows that Thrall is very strong. Maybe he is not the strongest warrior, nor is he the strongest wizard, but his overall combat power is one of the best in the tribe.

He had never been able to upgrade to demigod, and was also burdened by the chores of the tribe.

Thrall was focused on attacking the demigods without any distractions. At the moment when the will of the planet Azeroth was asking for help everywhere, there was really a great chance for Thrall to pass the test.

Timing is a thing, but if you miss it, there will be no next time.

Thrall is a dual-system shaman of enhancement and elemental systems. He became a demigod and was very helpful in suppressing the elemental disaster in Azeroth.

In addition, the wise Vol'jin also thought: If Thrall steps down from the position of chief of the tribe for this reason, it will also be a retreat in politics. It can not only avoid the traditional orcs making things difficult and criticize Thrall, but also allow the mainstream traditional young orcs to give it a try.

If that doesn't work, Thrall, who has been promoted to demigod, can come back to take charge of the overall situation.

Just like what the leader of the alliance, Duke Marcus, did at the beginning - Duke has disappeared more than once, but as long as an effective ruling team is left behind, the alliance will not be in chaos. When he regained power as a demigod and with the momentum of the return of the king, the alliance ushered in another leap forward.

Therefore, Thrall becoming a demigod will definitely be of no harm to the tribe.

Now comes the problem. Thrall will be promoted, and the time will definitely not be short. Leaving a power vacuum is the stupidest thing to do, so... who is suitable to be the next warchief?

Wo'jin glanced across the entire scene, and suddenly thought of a terrible possibility...

Vol'jin hurriedly asked: "What are you going to do, Warchief?"

"Although 'our world' is collapsing every day, and we have evacuated most of the people there, in fact, there are still two-thirds of Nagrand left. I plan to use the [Dark Portal], To return to Nagrand, to seek help from my grandmother who refused to leave Nagrand, and to the elements there.”

"How long?" Kane asked.

"A few weeks, months, or even a year... I don't know how long it will take to become a demigod in the elemental system. After all, this is a completely unknown field. After all, as far as I know, several demigods in the alliance have been promoted. The times are inconsistent.”

The sky was once again filled with the breath of silence.

"The tribe cannot live without a leader for a day." Thrall emphasized: "Since everyone has no objection to me trying to challenge the position of demigod, let's discuss who is most suitable to be the next chief of the tribe."

We say we are talking about recommendations, but in fact this is the art of politics.

The tribe was first established by the orcs. At this moment, the largest force in the entire tribe is still the orcs. Whether it is population, combat power or political influence, the orcs have an absolute advantage.

In this political situation, Saar actually has no choice.

After several hypocritical excuses, Thrall finally appointed Garrosh Hellscream as the next warchief: "Garrosh, the Horde will be left to you. Unfortunately, since your record is not too brilliant, I hope you will After I announce my abdication, I can launch a [Makgora] so that all the chiefs who aspire to become the chief can challenge you fairly."

"I feel deeply honored! Warchief, I bet on the name of Garrosh Hellscream that I will not lose to any orc in [Ma'gora]."

The chiefs of several other races noticed that Garrosh only mentioned 'orcs'.

Thrall patted Garrosh on the shoulder and sighed inwardly. He also knew that Garrosh was too reckless and not a suitable warchief.

But firstly, he represents the traditional faction with the largest power among the orcs, and secondly, among the younger generation, there really are no other candidates besides him.

He is completely the tallest among the short ones, acting as a doctor to a dead horse.

Thrall was worried and still ordered: "I know you are not ready to be a warchief, but I think Vol'jin, Kane and Eitrigg will provide you with a lot of useful suggestions..."

Garrosh interrupted Thrall: "No! I think I am ready. Moreover, no matter how many suggestions are made by his staff, isn't it the warchief himself who makes the final decision? I think I have the insight to lead the tribe to strength. "

Sal was choked on the spot, and even the corners of his eyes twitched.

In the end, a thousand words turned into a long sigh, and I cried out in my heart: As long as Garrosh doesn't destroy the Horde...

This is helpless and almost the only option in a desperate situation.

Without saying anything more, Thrall patted Garrosh's shoulder vigorously, giving him some encouragement.

The news of Thrall's resignation as warchief was also sent to Duke's desk immediately. Everyone knows that the so-called [Mak'Gora] is just a formality, and no one among the tribe's peers can do it better than Garrosh.

Don't worry about Duke, other alliance leaders quickly made proposals.

An online throne meeting was immediately held.

They are all old faces, the only difference is that Muradin replaced his elder brother and appeared in the illusory projection.

"What do you think of Garrosh Hellscream becoming the new warchief of the Horde?" Duke asked.

"What the hell? That guy has a bad mind!" Muradin immediately complained: "In the Borean Tundra, I've had enough of this guy. How stupid can the tribe be to elect such a great chief?"

The leaders of the alliance talked a lot and quickly reached a consensus.

"Okay, now that everyone is unanimous, from the day Thrall enters the Dark Portal, the Alliance officially launches a cold war against the Horde!"