Chapter 1988 Got It Right

Thrall is a great figure who cannot be avoided when mentioning the Horde.

Perhaps the big guys of the old tribe owe a debt of blood to the people of Azeroth. In the final analysis, it has nothing to do with Thrall. It's not even about repaying the father's debt. After all, the Frostwolf clan led by Thrall's father Durotan was expelled by the old tribe controlled by Gul'dan after coming to Azeroth.

After the Durotans were assassinated, throughout the first and second world wars of the Dark Portal, the Frostwolf clan hid in the mountains of Alterac and played hide-and-seek. They were completely neutral.

Regarding the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde, in this life, Thrall did not go to war with the Alliance when he was the warchief. He never went to war with the Alliance once during his reign.

Or maybe the alliance led by Duke was too strong. Anyway, all the friction wars and regular wars of varying degrees in history have never been fought in this life.

It was his role as a complete dove in the tribe that led to the dissatisfaction of the traditional and radical factions of the tribe, which forced Thrall to step down without starting a massacre.

Strictly speaking, if Thrall had not been soft-hearted and failed to directly abandon Draenor's nearly three million traditional orcs, or if he had ruthlessly suppressed the rise of traditionalists, the tribe would never have been in chaos.

As long as the tribe is not in chaos, it is just a rope. Whoever touches it will die. At least it is not easy for the alliance to start.

Not only do they have no righteous cause, but they also have to face thorough resistance.

The traditional orcs who have lost their minds do not have the two clan bunkers of Frostwolf and Warsong. They are all guys who have mastered guerrilla warfare and tunnel warfare.

Although the current alliance can use Qiraji and Oro's children to eliminate them at targeted locations, the orcs must be discovered first!

The Alliance does not have good tools to detect the underground. Sound waves and elemental detection are not easy to use underground in a barren land full of caves.

Do you know how big the Wailing Caves are in the Barrens in the real world?

It is more than twenty kilometers long and five kilometers wide, with thousands of winding paths and caves. Squeeze a little, and there's no problem in cramming an army of 100,000 people in.

Not every place has a landform like the Wailing Cave. If there are no large caves, there are also many small caves.

This is the biggest headache for the league right now.

The orthodox tribe was destroyed, but the Frostwolf clan, one of the three main war clans of the tribe, could not be found.

Duke had never been able to figure it out before, but now all the questions seemed to have answers.

Following the sound, thousands of people in the venue saw a tauren transforming.

It was a perfect illusion. I don't know who helped Thrall do it. Anyway, the light on the body of a huge tauren was changing color and deforming.

It was as magical as the ultimate transformation: a tauren turned into a naked upper body, wearing only a pair of animal skin pants, a pair of leather boots, and the former war chief Thrall with empty hands.

Next to Thrall is a long-lost old acquaintance - the legendary assassin and female orc Garona.

"No wonder..." Duke sighed softly.

The historical process of the world of Azeroth has amazing overlap. This is not the first time Duke has experienced this kind of urine. The appearance of Garona perfectly explains why Thrall, who should have died in the volcanic eruption of Orgrimmar, appears here.

If it was Garona who stabbed King Ryan to death in history, it would not be surprising.

What makes Duke even more upset is that Thrall has perfectly defeated his army.

Facing the Alliance guards who rushed over, looking at the guards with their swords unsheathed and the Paladins whose bodies were glowing with sacred golden light, Thrall and Garona both spread their hands to show that they had no weapons and no hostility.

What Thrall shouted in Common Language just now pushed the entire Alliance Throne Council to the forefront.

Of course Duke could announce that Thrall was killed on the spot, but doing so would undoubtedly be a slap in the face.

The Alliance has always regarded itself as a righteous organization that fights against evil. It is this thorough and unswerving policy, coupled with the display of corresponding strength, that has connected with Wyrmrest Temple and the guardians to form a further alliance. .

Genocide is not a simple matter. For the League of Justice, they only have an absolute excuse to act until Brainless Roar comes to power.

In order to destroy the tribe and prevent its resurgence, Duke did not hesitate to recruit tauren, trolls and forgotten people to join the alliance.

Who would have thought how long it has been?

Thrall was completely waiting for Duke to say these upright words, and then followed the trend and applied to join the alliance in the name of an independent clan.

"Guards! Arrest these remnants of the tribe!" Varian had such a violent temper that he couldn't hold it back. He stood up suddenly and was about to pull out his two sacred swords and die.

In middle age, Varian has matured a lot, but some things can never be hidden. For example, his father, King Ryan, died at the hands of the tribe's assassins.

His order cannot be said to be wrong.

The Alliance destroyed the orthodox tribes headed by the orcs and assisted by the Bilgewater goblins and the tauren of Magatha. Strictly speaking, the alliance and the remnants of the orthodox tribe are still in a state of war.

But it depends on the timing!

Duke had just said that he welcomes all intelligent races that fight evil, and Varian came to capture the unarmed Thrall. Isn't this a slap in the face of one of his own people?

Thrall faced the swords of the Silver Hand paladins that were almost touching his throat, ignored the war hammer of Lena Stormlance hanging above his head, and took a step forward slowly and proudly.

"Dare to ask the Alliance Commander, Your Excellency Marcus - when I was the chief of the tribe, I never had a battle with the Alliance. My Frostwolf clan and I have never raised weapons against the Alliance soldiers and people. Since the trolls I have had wars with the Forsaken and the Alliance, but I can still be accepted by the Alliance. Why did the Alliance want to arrest me? Are what you just said just a lie to confuse the people and whitewash justice?"

Thrall's common language is extremely standard, the words are clear and heart-wrenching.

Almost every sentence was directed at what Duke had just said.

It's a bit of a paradox.

But it actually exists.

It's obvious that Thrall has seen through everything and is sure that the alliance under Duke's leadership will not take action against him.

What's even better is that in order to whitewash the orcs and the Frostwolf clan, Thrall sold out his former allies, the Darkspear trolls and the Forsaken, in disguise.

Vol'jin rolled his eyes, Bain smiled bitterly, and Dranosh, who was standing nearby as the deputy leader of the Forsaken not far away, also scratched his head.

The Alliance has gone to great lengths to destroy the tribe, and I don't know how long Duke has been plotting. Of course, the Alliance is not that stupid. One side dismembered the tribe, and the other side allowed the tribe to come inside the alliance and become parasites, sucking the blood of the alliance and growing stronger again.

Thrall's betrayal of his former teammates in this way was more like a heart-to-heart talk to show that he had no ambitions.