Chapter 1928 The Mists of Pandaria

As if in response to his appeal, a voice that seemed to come from the deepest part of the netherworld sounded in his ears.

"Come... come to the south of the Endless Sea... the fog of Pandaria is about to dissipate... I will show you where the power lies!"

"strength!?"

"Yes! Power! The power to dominate the entire world of Azeroth..." The voice was full of bewitchment and mystery. Just the faint fluctuation of power from the voice had already made Garrosh's nerves feel excited and high-spirited.

"That's right! What I want is power! The power to defeat Duke Marcus and trample the entire alliance under his feet!" Garrosh gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, with veins like earthworms winding on his strong arms. It was twisted and twisted, looking very scary.

Garrosh suddenly stood up from his position as warchief.

If the decadent warchief a moment ago was like the kid who didn't dare to face up to his father Grom's faults and hid in Nagrand as a coward; then Garrosh now has returned to the one who passed through Makgora defeated all his competitors and became the great hero of the tribe who was admired by millions of orcs and ascended to the throne of warchief.

"Gather me all the airships that can fly across the sea. No need to be armed, as long as they can be used! Let's go! Boys, I will take you to seize the power that can destroy the alliance!"

Since the alliance's counterattack, the tribal warriors, who had been in a state of blindness, finally found their backbone.

The incompetence of one general affects all three armies.

They were simply blinded by the Alliance's combined air and land, multi-race and multi-arms combinations, and had no power to fight back. Those who dared to charge at the Alliance would only be delivering food.

Varok Saurfang continued to fulfill his duties faithfully despite no new orders from Garrosh. Attempting to use night battles and other methods to stall the alliance's offensive.

It's useless.

The two major elves in the Alliance have their own [Dark Vision]. In addition, the Alliance has developed and equipped a large number of frontline ordinary humans, dwarves and other soldiers with [Elemental Imaging Detectors]. In a sense, this is more formidable than night vision because it You can even see the gathering of elements fifty meters away, even ghosts. Humanoid objects that are rejected by elements or are approached by elements will be highlighted two hundred meters away.

The tribe collapsed across the board and retreated steadily.

In a sense, the current tribal warriors have been discouraged by the Alliance.

Coupled with the spread from Orgrimmar to the entire Durotar, famine began to spread, and the shortage of materials became more and more serious. There are nearly a million mouths, many of them young and strong. Their demand for food far exceeds the limit that the land of Durotar can bear.

After all, when Thrall led the people to move westward, the tribe only had a few hundred thousand people, and they were already expanding into the barren land.

The orcs slaughtered all the edible animals, both on the ground and in the sky.

Even eating the thorns of all the edible plants on the earth, even cacti, still cannot satisfy the appetite of nearly a million orc refugees.

Despair is spreading...

Some pessimistic orcs are even thinking about their slave life in the prison camp. They have heard about the miserable life in the slave camp from the older generation of orcs.

But compared to starving to death, it seems that being a slave is not unacceptable.

But no orc dared to say it, because Warchief Garrosh was a typical war leader.

Some people have also begun to miss Thrall. Thrall may be relatively cowardly in the eyes of the orcs and has always accommodated the Alliance, but under Thrall's rule, no orcs have starved to death, and there will be no incoming Alliance fleets.

The bad roots of human nature were also exposed at this time, and some orcs began to promote Thrall's goodness. Even the mining-for-food plan, which was originally refuted by the main militant faction as betraying the interests of the orcs, was also turned out to be wise.

The current tribe is dominated by orcs, and not all orcs wear the same pants. In the final analysis, the tribe that was originally formed is no different from the current tribe. It is still composed of countless large and small clans.

If Garrosh had come out one day later, there might have been a large-scale fight within the tribe, just like what happened when the clans were about to be destroyed in Draenor, competing for increasingly scarce resources and killing each other. Eliminate the weak.

"Let's go! Go to the south! I only want the most powerful and elite warriors!" Garrosh's declaration lifted the spirits of the tribesmen.

Brandishing their weapons, they consciously allowed the clan's strongest warriors to follow Garrosh onto the airship.

With their simple minds, they never thought about whether they could break through the alliance's air blockade.

Within the alliance, there was actually a heated debate at this point.

The Young Faction advocates advancing vigorously and directly into Orgrimmar. After all, it is very simple to bring the main city of the tribe into the gun range of the air fleet. From the day the Alliance occupied the Azshara region and started building ports and docks, as well as airship garrison sites, they were ready to go south to cause trouble at any time.

They have been waiting for this day for a long time.

But the moderates strongly objected. They cited various examples of the Alliance and the Horde cooperating in foreign operations, from the original alliance of the Horde on Mount Hyjal to fight against the Burning Legion to kill Archimonde, to the subsequent Molten Core Heroes and so on.

"They were just deceived by Garrosh Hellscream. If they change to a gentler leader, the Horde will help the Alliance!" Several middle and high-level bishops of the Holy Light Church raised their arms and shouted.

Although their voices are not mainstream, they are quite popular among the middle and lower class people, especially young people.

Only the top leaders of the alliance remained silent.

Kalia looked worried. At this time, Ilucia sent a magical message to Kalia: "You know? A man like Duke, who takes one step and counts it ten steps, actually did not prepare a prisoner of war camp. Can you guess what this means?" What?"

"Ah!" Kalia exclaimed in a low voice.

Of course she knew what prison camps and detention centers were. After the Second Dark Portal War, all the countries in the alliance almost went bankrupt in order to build prisons, deploy guards, and feed the green-skinned gluttons. Except for Lordaeron, who used orcs as gladiators to make money, all countries complained.

Kalia secretly made a 'cut' gesture to Ilucia. Does it mean that Duke wants to kill all the tribesmen?

Ilucia shook his head: "I don't know. If there is no suitable reason to slaughter an intelligent race with more than a million people, this kind of thing will cause serious worries within the alliance."

While there was a commotion below, the alliance frontline suddenly received a strange order - requiring the frontline fleet to encounter a tribal airship breaking out, to block it with fierce momentum and a very low hit rate. It is also stipulated that the number of tribal airships shot down shall not exceed 20% of the total number. Violators, from officers to soldiers, will be sentenced to more than ten years in prison.