Chapter 1801 Human Life Is Like Grass

The relationship between the tribe and the alliance has completely cooled down.

Except for Woking, who could still talk to the Alliance, the two sides had almost closed all channels for negotiation.

Who's to blame?

From the moment Garrosh came to power without inviting Alliance leaders, relations between the two sides took a turn for the worse.

First of all, Garrosh did not acknowledge the debts owed by the Horde and the Alliance in commercial trade. He believed that the Alliance had significantly artificially inflated the price of ore in the transaction, which was a shameless Alliance's exploitation of the Horde people. The tribe denies this bad debt obtained through deception.

The second is territorial disputes. The new oasis that appeared on the other side of Desolace was indeed Fandral Staghelm's act of recklessness, but at least it was in the name of the Cenarion Circle. Garrosh said nothing, ignored the opposition of the tauren druid Hamuul* Runetotem, and even threatened Hamuul that he would be labeled a traitor, and ordered the tribes of Desolace to attack.

Hamuul managed to ventilate the place and let the night elves druids evacuate in advance, thus avoiding a direct war with the night elves.

But in Ashenvale, Garrosh actually claimed that the tribe had the right to cut trees. Taking advantage of the elves' retreat to prepare for the coming of the Land of Fire, he sent people into Ashenvale to cut trees in preparation for rebuilding the city of Orgrimmar.

Isn't this a slap in the face?

In order to appease the elves, the Alliance had to send wood from Elwynn Forest. The tribe here is just rubbing their noses in their faces?

Who gave you the courage to do this?

A group of big bosses, including Vol'jin, Kane, and even Dranosh, advised Brainless Hou not to act recklessly, but Brainless Hou refused to listen.

"Have any objections? Okay! Come 'Makgora' with me!" The man with bulging veins and a thick red neck roared, completely looking like he would never talk to anyone properly.

However, his approach was very popular with the soldiers and the people.

Most of the orcs agreed with his ascension to the position of warchief, believing that his straightforward warrior intuition and unwillingness to kneel down for negotiations were the true character of the orcs.

Garrosh was grateful for the orcs' recognition and desperately wanted the greenskin orcs to accept him, but he did not have the time or patience to show off as a leader.

He ordered the attack on the Twilight Fortress in the Barrens. In the eyes of anyone with any brain, this was simply a nightmare.

Because wherever the disaster is most serious, people from there will be sent to the front line first.

"Come on!"

"Lok_tar!"

Once upon a time, this oasis that suddenly appeared in the barren land due to the catastrophe was like the last salvation in despair. With the rise of the Twilight Fortress, everything changed.

It turned out to be a large mountain that rose abruptly from the ground due to the fission of the earth. After the Twilight believers occupied this place, they used the earth magic from Deep Rock Continent to drill the mountain in all directions, and enslaved the new believers who came from all directions, allowing the believers to further dig and strengthen the fortress.

In this dim upland the shadows grew darker. The sun seems far away from the rest of Azeroth.

Those elemental creatures lingering near the Twilight Fortress even boasted: "The fireworks will be more intense; heavy rain will invade the earth; violent shaking of the earth will lift up the entire ground."

Their existence has deeply inspired, or rather bewitched, those shallow believers who were not yet convinced of the destruction of the world.

When the Horde army marches toward the Twilight Fortress, the orcs, tauren, and trolls of the Horde often encounter their compatriots who have fallen into fanaticism first.

After raising their butcher knives against their former compatriots and getting them stained with blood, the tribal warriors had to face elemental creatures that were almost fearless of physical attacks with their most primitive swords without any support.

This is simply playing child's play with the lives of soldiers.

Can a stone ax tied to a piece of wood with broken stone fragments deal with a five-meter-tall earth elemental giant whose punch can have an impact of one ton?

Or can you kill a fire elemental creature whose whole body is composed of flame elements?

The warriors of the tribe were heroic, but died worthless.

But Garrosh kept putting more troops into the siege. Whichever territory caused the most commotion, the whole family would be drawn into the battlefield.

"My father is a great warrior! My mother is too! Brave orc warriors never distinguish between men and women." Brainless Roar roared.

Female orcs are also very good at fighting. This is the tradition of orcs. Just like Thrall's parents, Durotan and Draka, they were also famous for their ability to fight back then.

Brainless Roar just threw all the refugees into a losing war and consumed them.

This scene made Wo'jin and other bosses tremble all over.

Are daily necessities increasingly scarce due to a catastrophe?

The Alliance stopped importing food?

It doesn't matter, we can just reduce the population through war in the name of justice.

You must know that Thrall has always aimed to make the tribe bigger and stronger, and constantly provides living resources for the people to live and thrive.

Garrosh did the opposite: expand if you don't have enough resources, or consume the population through war.

What makes the leaders even more chilling is that the traditional orcs actually approve of this approach——

Orcs will die on the battlefield because you are not strong enough!

Orcs who are not strong enough are useless!

You deserve to die!

These rough and barbaric concepts run through the concepts of the traditional orcs who make up the majority of the tribe's population.

"Oh my god! By doing this, Garrosh is actually consuming the tribe's population and war potential!" Vol'jin almost collapsed.

What was most intolerable to the big bosses was that Garrosh was forcing them to invest more troops.

"One hundred thousand of our orcs have died, how dare you trolls and tauren send just this few troops?"

Compared with the orcs who claim to be more powerful in numbers, the population base of the tauren and trolls is too small. The tauren are because the grasslands of Mulgore can only support so many people. The trolls are because the Darkspear Trolls have a small population.

After joining the tribe, neither Kane nor Wo'jin cared about the temper of their soldiers. The sacrifices that should be made are absolutely unambiguous.

That's not the sacrifice method. It's completely using one's own warriors to offset the enemy's resources and even arms.

In Garrosh's eyes, it seemed as if the orcs had died a hundred thousand people, and the trolls and tauren should have followed suit by ten thousand people.

This kind of unreasonable tactics drove Kane and Wo'jin crazy. Even the goblin trading prince Gallywix, who was the least concerned about human life, was indignant at Garrosh's waste of human life. Because along with the human life, there is also his money.

The twilight dragon soaring in the sky is simply the tribe's biggest nightmare.

Vol'jin finally couldn't help it anymore: "Garrosh! We can't go on like this! If you don't deal with those big lizards in the sky, it will be meaningless for you to fill in all the warriors of the entire tribe."