Chapter 1911 Floating

Malkorok choked for a moment.

When he was about to say something else, Shandris said loudly: "Want Feralas? Yes, send a declaration of war to the Alliance, then come over and defeat us. Feralas will belong to the Horde."

Malkorok is different from his boss. His IQ is as high as 50.

He is fiercely loyal and not lacking in brains.

The combat power of both sides was not at the same level, so rashly starting a war with the Alliance was definitely not a decision he could make. And neither he nor the other governors noticed the change in the alliance's attitude immediately.

In the past, the Alliance was relatively restrained against the Horde. Even the night elves, who had had wars and enmities with the Horde, did not attack immediately after their favorite forest was cut down, but scolded them loudly.

Often the conflicts did not reach the level of diplomacy and ended with the night elves giving in.

But now, the alliance feels a bit aggressive?

Malkorok caught a glimpse of a large white wolf basking in the sun on top of a tower in the fortress.

"Huh?" He immediately realized who it was.

Wild Demigod - The wolf god who was transformed into Gorosh by the orcs! He is now a member of the Guardians of Hyjal.

"Tch!" Malkorok spat harshly. The lack of high-end military force has always been a pain for the tribe. With Gruul here, there is no demigod that can take advantage of it.

He changed his words: "We are here to hunt down the traitor tauren Baine Bloodhoof and his supporters. Do you know where they have gone?"

"Tauren? Have you seen them? They are logging and building ships near the Forgotten Coast. They have already gone to sea."

"Wait! Why do the night elves allow them to cut down trees! But prohibit the tribe from cutting down trees!?" Malkorok was a little angry.

Shandris Feather Moon had unabashed ridicule: "It's very simple! Because those tauren believe in the way of nature just like us. After their shamans cut down the trees, they immediately let them plant seeds and used shamans to plant them. Spells are born. By next year, there will be a beautiful forest there again. As for you? You guys who just destroy things without building anything, so get out!"

Malkorok almost wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He guessed right, the Alliance sheltered Bain and the others. It's just that it's not a blatant shield, it's just showing them a clear path and letting them go to Sador Island to recuperate on their own.

It was once a place where the elements raged. In the past thousand years, the night elves also built the Feathermoon Fortress there in order to discover the ruins of the upper elf there.

But now there is no element of rage there, and the entire island is the sphere of influence of Vashchi's Naga. The Alliance has already secretly begun rebuilding on the ruins of Feather Moon Fortress, where a hippogryph brigade is stationed.

There are Nagas in the sea, battleships and hippogryph knights in the sky. Bain and the others are safe.

It is September of the 27th year of the Dark Portal. Duke has just left the public eye. Brainless Roar was originally going to jump out and launch an all-out war with the Alliance, but all his subordinates and lieutenants were against it, so he had to give up.

In the end, Malkorok could only lead his army to establish several strongholds in Feralas, and then returned with the army in despair.

Throughout the second half of 2027, the tribe never stopped expanding.

In October, the Desolate Land was recovered.

In November, the remnants of the wild boars in the Razor Highlands and Razor Swamp were completely wiped out, and the tribe's first fleet began to be formed in the original Thousand Needles (which was flooded by the sea after the cataclysm).

In December, the elites led by Gruul and his Gronn army gathered in the north of Desolace, and the tribe's 200,000 troops were hoarded east of Stonetalon Mountain. Seeing that the momentum was not right, Gallywix, the trade prince of the Bilgewater Cartel in Stonetalon Mountain, quickly threw aside his moral integrity and ran to Orgrimmar to plead guilty.

The Bilgewater Cartel goblins rejoin the Horde.

In view of this, the Darkspear trolls on the Echo Isles are on pins and needles. Vol'jin knew that if he didn't make a decision, Garrosh's next target would definitely be the Darkspear trolls.

After all, the Echo Islands are on the coast of Durotar. Garrosh would never allow a nail to dangle near his heart.

After receiving the news that the Horde had formed a fleet, Vol'jin decisively contacted the Alliance secretly and expressed his wish to join the Alliance.

Varian didn't agree. Now that Duke and Sylvanas are away, the thousands of years of conflict between the blood elves and the trolls will not be easily resolved. And Duke has already left a plan for this.

The final decision is that the Alliance can send a ship to pick up the Darkspear Trolls and open up Haguero Island at the southernmost tip of Stranglethorn Valley, allowing the Darkspear Trolls to live autonomously on the island.

Vol'jin sighed, and he agreed.

Almost as soon as the Darkspear Trolls retreated, the orcs who were shouting stupidly rushed to the Echo Islands.

At this point, apart from the new Undercity tribe far away in Winterspring Valley, there was no other way. Garrosh once again completed the "unification" of the tribe and connected the tribe's territory into one.

"The greatest leader the tribe has ever seen!"

"The strongest chief!"

"Long live Garrosh!"

Whenever there is a victory, there is always a shortage of advocates.

Garrosh became a little arrogant amidst the countless praises and praises.

If he were a politician among human beings, he would know that there is a word called "pengsha". However, the orcs who praised him were sincere, and this kind of invisible and unintentional praise was even more hurtful.

Fortunately, he still had the last shred of sanity and knew not to go to war with the Alliance.

Since the alliance in this life is far stronger than in the original history, Garrosh's situation has become a bit strange. You can describe him in one sentence - an expert in civil war and an amateur in foreign wars.

However, he recently issued a series of unreasonable orders to his hard-working second-in-command, Goblin Trade Prince Gallywix: "Are you still claiming to be a technologically advanced goblin? Even the ninth-rate dwarfs in the Alliance are better than You guys are smart. I'll give you one year. No matter what, if the Alliance has something, the Horde must also have it."

Gallywix is ​​actually pretty rich these days. After a cataclysm awakens a volcano on his home island, a trade king realizes he can make a fortune by using his ships to move panicked refugees to safety, taking their life savings and selling them into slavery. .

It was originally a clever plan in history, but in the end, the ship was blown to pieces in the crossfire between the tribe's ships and the alliance fleet. The goblin survivors swam to the Lost Islands, off the coast of Kalimdor, and set off a series of events.

In this life, because the Horde and the Alliance did not fight each other during the Cataclysm, Gallywix succeeded and made a fortune.

The Trade Prince, whose life was pinched by Garrosh, went to work angrily. He made a huge promise in the black market - whoever can steal technology from the alliance will be rewarded with a sky-high price.