Chapter 1921 A Painful Dilemma

Vol'jin seemed to be in good condition, and Thrall noticed that Vol'jin had thought of carving his fangs.

"Old friend, I'm so happy to see you in good spirits."

"Me too."

Vol'jin gave Thrall a loving hug.

At the beginning, Thrall said straight to the point: "We cannot let the all-out war between the Horde and the Alliance begin. I am preparing to launch Ma'gora to challenge Garrosh. I must stop Garrosh before he makes a bigger mistake. .I hope you can come back and help me after I take charge of the tribe again."

Contrary to Thrall's imagination, Vol'jin did not agree. Instead, he showed a sad expression: "Thall, times have changed."

"Uh, Wo'jin, you..."

"Thall, have you seriously looked at the cities of the Alliance?"

Sal was suddenly startled and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he replied in a deep voice: "I have seen it. But I was too impatient this time and didn't look carefully."

Wo'jin asked: "Did you see the alliance fifteen years ago? Or the alliance today? Even if I get the throne of the warchief back to you, can you stop two million people who are eager to fight, expand their territory, and get more Resource orcs?”

Thrall's heart beat violently as he realized what Vol'jin wanted to say. He was still unwilling to give in. He gritted his teeth, raised his head, and stared at Vol'jin: "It was my mistake to hand over the position of Warchief to Garrosh. Now he is leading the tribe to the edge of a dangerous cliff. I can't make a mistake." Wrong again!”

Wo'jin did not answer directly, but continued talking in succession:

"The Alliance is very good to the Darkspear Trolls, and they have also promised that as long as the Darkspear Trolls want to leave, they can go anywhere outside the Alliance territory at any time. Generally speaking, the Darkspear Trolls are not allowed to leave outside their base, but I I applied to visit various places in the Alliance, and Varian approved me. He sent paladins as guards to protect me, just to prevent the excessive blood elves from attacking me."

"In the past three years, I have been to many places in the Alliance. As a chief of a backward civilization and a tribesman, I have never enjoyed treatment before. I went to Stormwind City and Ironforge in the Alliance. Apart from the welcome Silvery Moon City, I have been to all the alliance’s main cities and over a hundred alliance towns.”

"I have come to the conclusion that the Horde has been completely separated by the Alliance."

“When tribal warriors were still using iron axes and wearing iron armor, a twelve-year-old human boy had already learned to use a rifle during military training that spread to urban and rural areas, and shot an orc silhouette target in the chest thirty meters away. "

"Even a small village with only 500 people has three well-maintained steam tanks as local armed forces. Even the patrolling militiamen are professionals."

"I took an Alliance airship flight and could cross six hundred miles in one day and one night. And the cost was only what a farmer could earn by working for three days. I saw the most ordinary farmers on the airship. I also saw fine people in fine clothes. The only ones who were privileged were the soldiers."

"Although I have never seen any military personnel who abused their privileges, the people's respect for them comes from the bottom of their hearts."

"Thall, you and Duke both came to power at the same time. You spent almost ten years to win a vast territory for the tribe, but you were unable to sublimate the orcs or even the entire tribe from the crude Iron Age to a stronger, more powerful one. A civilized race.”

"Duke spent the same amount of time, but he has evolved the alliance into a powerful union of civilizations separated from the earth."

"Will such a powerful alliance allow backward tribes to continue to exist and continue to occupy vast territories and resources? No! No! This is just like we cannot allow the barbaric centaurs to continue to exist in Durotar. No way. Tolerate the quilboar's continued presence in the Barrens."

"The Alliance and the Horde will eventually have a battle. This time, your choice of Garrosh gave the Alliance a huge excuse. Even if you attack Garrosh before the Alliance and overthrow him, so what? Do you think Du Is Marcus a true saint?"

Having said this, Wojin opened his arms with all his strength and raised them diagonally toward the sky. He opened his mouth wide and let out a roar, which deeply shocked Sal's soul!

"Make no mistake! He is from the Kingdom of Stormwind! The person from the Kingdom of Stormwind who was most severely tortured by the orcs back then. Ask Orgrim! When the orcs swept through the Elwynn Forest of the Kingdom of Stormwind, what did the orcs do? What did they do? They robbed all the human villages, even refused the humans’ begging for mercy and surrender, and killed all humans regardless of gender, age or child, just like they did to the Draenei.”

"When the Kingdom of Stormwind counterattacked Elwynn Forest, there were no prisoners at all! The people you rescued from Gorhold Castle were all captured by another army - the Lordaeron people!"

"Duke Marcus is from the Kingdom of Stormwind! The current leader of the Alliance, Varian Wrynn, is the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind. He saw his father being killed by an orc assassin with his own eyes!"

"Tell me, Thrall! If there is a chance! Will they just let the Horde go? Now the Alliance has no foreign enemies! They have no scruples! This is the best time for the Alliance to destroy the Horde! I say this, you understand Thrall?" Vol'jin grabbed Thrall's arms, which were thicker than his, with both hands, and violently shook Thrall, who was already a little lost.

Thrall was distracted for a moment. He seemed to have seen millions of orcs being slaughtered, and everything the orcs' fathers had done to the Alliance would be reversed.

He was trembling, and he could feel the cold sweat on his back soaking his clothes.

Call on the orcs to stand up and resist to the end?

Does this work?

From the ground to the air to the sea, the form of warfare has changed dramatically. Charging headlessly with passion will only lead to inevitable death.

Even if professionals can withstand bullets, can they withstand artillery shells?

The top professionals can even regard cannonballs as a type of flying props, so how many professionals are there at this level?

Most of any race is composed of mortals.

The tribe attaches great importance to cultivating professionals, but it only reaches the level of one professional out of ten mortals. Among these professionals, more than 90% are low-level professionals who cannot physically carry guns.

The group of professionals is like a pyramid. The more powerful professionals are, the rarer they are in number.

If the Alliance achieves an absolutely overwhelming advantage in the mortal realm and slaughters all the mortal soldiers of the tribe, then only a handful of high-end professionals will not be able to make any trouble.

To fight the alliance to the end would be complete destruction without any suspense.

Sal suddenly fell into a painful dilemma.