Chapter 1960 The Final Mobilization

Sal, I can't sit still.

He could not receive news from the alliance. As the former chief, he had not stepped down for a long time, so he still had many channels for news.

The league also did not ban these channels. When an orc warlock who followed him in Stormwind told Thrall this, Thrall was completely stunned.

With a "pop!", the human book he was reading fell to the ground.

Thrall stood up absentmindedly and read the note handed to him by the warlock over and over again in disbelief: "Isn't this a retrogression of history? Why do some orcs still believe that nonsense today, more than thirty years later?" !?"

Thirty-five years ago, Ner'zhul bewitched the orcs, saying that the draenei would destroy the orcs. Then three years before the Dark Portal, Gul'dan jumped out and bewitched the orcs to drink the blood of demons, and that was the scene with the draenei. Nigeria's greatest war.

The war that ended with the victory of the orcs also stimulated the ambitions of the orcs, so there were the first and second Dark Portal Wars.

Failure is always easy to forget.

I don’t know whether I should say that the scar has healed and the pain has forgotten, or that the new generation of orcs don’t have the painful memories of the older generation of orcs. Thrall didn't think that the traditional orcs from Nagrand were any better than the orcs he had worked so hard to rescue from the human prison camp.

In the blink of an eye, his face changed from a grateful face to one that was dissatisfied with everything in the world.

Longing for more land, more prey, and a more casual life.

They will attack anyone who blocks them.

Fight against the sky, the ground, and the air.

I think I am the best in the world.

Failed?

What's so terrible about failure? The worst thing is to die.

They were completely dead, but the trouble they caused had to be paid for by the other orcs still living in the world.

At this moment, Thrall truly hated the traditional orcs of Nagrand for the first time in his heart.

"Brainless idiots! A bunch of idiots! Do you really think that the orcs will always be the first race in the world? Do you still think that this is 'our world' dominated by the orcs? Do you really think that the Alliance dare not kill people? Do you really think that those powerful people Will the Guardian pretend that he can't see anything? This is putting his head into the guillotine!" Thrall beat everything around him angrily, and at some point, there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Ouch - ahhhh!" It was not the cry of a wounded beast, but the kind of mournful cry that seemed to have lost a loved one.

Thrall's attendants were stunned.

After following Sal for so many years, they saw such a desperate look in Sal's eyes for the first time.

In my memory, Thrall always shines with wisdom, working hard to coordinate the relations between the various tribes in the tribe, so that all tribesmen can live a good life as much as possible. He worked hard, listened to the needs of people of all ethnic groups, fought bravely, and when implementing civil affairs, he did not hesitate to go deep into the slums where the poorest people lived.

It can be said that he is the model of a great chief.

How many people were moved by his deeds. During the years of being enslaved by humans, he was the only salvation for the orcs. It is the light that looks up to heaven in hell.

Now, has he even given up?

"The Great Chief..."

Thrall waved his hand fiercely: "No! I surrender, but I haven't given up yet. The bloodline of the orcs should not be cut off in my generation."

Give up?

Not giving up?

His words were incomprehensible to the attendants.

Only Thrall himself knew who he was admitting defeat to. Not giving up refers to something else.

While Thrall made his decision, the Alliance began its final campaign.

Sally Whitemane appeared on the broadcast again: "Now interrupt with urgent news - just now, the Alliance High Command confirmed that Horde Warchief Garrosh Hellscream obtained the heart of the ancient god Y'Shaarj in Pandaria. , is now in the main city of Orgrimmar, carrying out evil physical transformations on all tribe members. The screen changes to the vision of an alliance agent."

As the words fell, what appeared in every magic mirror was the rough and heroic towering city wall of Orgrimmar.

The main hall is made of wood, and the rough bricks and stones form the majestic city wall of Orgrimmar.

Looking from a distance, countless green-skinned orcs were lining up, as well as a small number of tauren, and some humanoid arthropods that the people of the Alliance did not recognize. Through the annotation, everyone knew that it was the new member of the orthodox tribe, the mantis man.

Everyone's body changed on the spot after drinking a bowl of disgusting black sesame paste-like slurry that ordinary people would never drink.

Their bodies expanded as if they were inflated, and blades or bone sharp horns began to explode from every corner of their bodies, making them look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Sally continued to speak in an increasingly passionate tone: "The Horde - as we all know, the Horde is dominated by orcs. 33 years ago, they were bewitched by Ner'zhul, the great shaman controlled by the demon commander Kil'jaeden, and launched an attack on Germany. The war between the draenei. They drank the blood of demons and became extremely destructive green-skinned orcs. They destroyed Shattrath City, the capital of the peace-loving draenei."

"If you were deceived and deceived once? What about this time? The tribe arbitrarily entered the territory that the alliance members have controlled for tens of thousands of years to plunder resources, directly declared war on the alliance, and destroyed the alliance with the brutal magic bomb [Focusing Iris] The port city of Theramore. After falling at a disadvantage in the frontal battlefield, it turned to seek the power of the ancient gods."

"The evil of the Old Gods is obvious to all. C'Thun's army once destroyed half of Kalimdor. Yogg-Saron's Faceless Men army killed countless Alliance soldiers. The Deathwing controlled by N'Zoth , a catastrophe was set off in the entire world of Azeroth not long ago. Our land was overturned, our cities were destroyed, and our people died in the natural disasters created by the ancient gods."

"Aren't the sins of the ancient gods enough?" After saying this, Sally couldn't control herself anymore and punched the wooden table of the announce table.

"The tribe that is unwilling to give up now, in order to rule the world of Azeroth and to wipe out humans, dwarves, elves and other allied races from this world, has even sought the protection of the ancient god Y'Shaarj. How shameless this is. With viciousness!”

The screen switched again, showing devastated villages and bones all over the ground. The screen finally focused on the skeletons of a mother and her son.

It was obviously a human mother who hugged her child tightly at the end of her life. However, what she and the child left together on their bodies was an orc's stone battle axe.

Sally's voice sounded again: "The First and Second Dark Portal Wars. From Stormwind Kingdom, to Ironforge, to Stromgard, Eagle's Nest Mountain, Alterac, Quel'dorei, and Lordan Lun... According to incomplete statistics, more than three million civilians were massacred by orcs, and ten million humans lost their homes."