Chapter 424: War Messenger World Sa

War Herald

Unlike Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's Seventh Fleet, which is taking advantage of the reverse crosswind, and is slowly heading to the northeast of the Lordaeron continent. It was chased by the Seventh Fleet, and it was hard for them to rush out of the maelstrom The fleet of the orc tribe did not dare to stop for a moment!

Fearing that the enemy would chase them, they still galloped smoothly towards the southeast sea area, coupled with the shamans guiding the strong wind and ocean currents, it took them only a few days to arrive One of the western coasts of Northern Stranglethorn is here.

By this time, they who landed on the coast were almost exhausted...

At last, after a storm, a chase, and a desperate flight at sea, the soldiers of all tribes had time to rest and count their losses. When they got to the shore, the warriors of their orc tribe would no longer worry about the teal ducks from the Seventh Fleet coming ashore to make trouble for them landlubbers!

"..."

At this time, under a simple animal skin tent by the coast, the tribal chief Thrall, who had overcast spells in the storm zone and almost never stopped guiding the wind for several days, was finally able to take a good breath .

At this moment, he sat down on a stone that was as big as a head in the tent, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, and looked at the busy orcs, trolls, tauren, and pig-headed people in the distance. He turned around and stared at the seashell soup in the bowl and the large bowl of animal meat beside him. Although they were all delicious, he didn't have any mood to eat them.

This time, their orc tribe really suffered heavy losses...

When they set off, the large fleet that originally planned to go to the mainland of Lordaeron to grab territory suffered extremely heavy losses under the storm created by their own people and the indiscriminate bombing of the Seventh Fleet. The ships that managed to escape, It is less than one-third of what it was when starting from Fistblade Bay in Orgrimmar!

In that storm chasing battle, because their tribe's ships were not as good as the enemy's, their catapults, ballistas and those ridiculous throwing guns on their ships, etc., in that kind of weather, they had no power to fight back at all, let alone Ku The opponents of the large naval guns of the naval battleships of Ultiras... So, they could only struggle and howl in vain under the brutal attack of those giant ship cannons spewing flames and scalding shells.

According to Thrall's own estimation, what makes him even more self-blaming is: the number of ships sunk or sunk by the enemy may be less than one-third of the total fleet? And those more casualties were directly buried in the terrifying storm they launched... They were all sunk by those crazy huge waves or simply dragged into the abyss of death by the terrifying maelstrom ...

Up to now, there are only more than 20 large and small ships that can successfully reach North Stranglethorn Valley... those who can land alive and set foot on the hard ground again, including the crew, are only a mere 5,000 or so. The warriors... and the other 20,000 people who set off with them all died under the ruthless sea of ​​enemy artillery fire!

Every time Thrall thinks of such heavy casualties, Thrall can't help but choke with grief... Thinking back, when they faced the Burning Legion in the Battle of Hyjal, their tribe combined before and after the battle, didn't they have to pay such heavy casualties?

So, Thrall knows that this is actually all the responsibility of his great chief... He insisted on trusting that human being and Jaina's words... That's why... But the matter has come to an end, it is useless to think about it, warrior They can't survive...

Their tribe, what can they do now other than swallow this bitter fruit?

The hostile relationship between humans and orcs is actually not a day or two. Even in northern Durotar, in Ashenvale or Azshara, the night elves have always had friction with their orcs and often have small-scale battles ?

Think about it too, the battle between their orc tribes and the human alliance,

Since they came to this world of Azeroth, they have never stopped from the beginning to the end...Those false peaces are just like a piece of tattered linen, torn off casually, under the fake smiling faces, the What they saw was destined to be the sharp knives and guns gleaming coldly hidden by both sides.

"..."

The so-called peace... There has never been any peace between the orcs and humans or night elves from the beginning to the end... That is just wishful thinking that Thrall took for granted... In the eyes of those humans or night elves, they are orcs, I'm afraid it will always be just an intruder, that's all!

"You are here, Saurfang..."

"Have you figured it out? We landed here, this place... Where is it in Stranglethorn Valley?"

Finally, after King Saurfang, who had gone to count materials, personnel, and arrange for the construction of the camp, finally returned, Thrall quickly raised his head and asked aloud.

Their tribe has just landed here, and they are not familiar with the place where they live, so they didn't dare to run around. They just quickly set up a temporary camp in a place on the coast that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, intending to use it as a defense and to explore the surrounding advance bases.

"Great chief, why didn't you eat at all?!"

Saurfang didn't rush to answer Thrall's words, but frowned and looked in surprise at the big bowl of animal meat in front of Thrall and the bowl still full of seafood soup in his hand.

"Let's eat a little first... I'll tell you carefully after eating! Don't worry, it's definitely not bad news!"

After Saurfang sat directly opposite Thrall, he stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of meat away from the big wooden bowl like a washbasin, took a bite himself, and then stuffed it into Thrall's hand unreasonably, signaling to the other side Eat something first, if you don't eat, he will stop talking.

"..."

However, Thrall was still not in the mood to eat, so he just put it in the big wooden bowl again, and then directly drank the soup in the other hand, and soon looked firmly at his face again. Saurfang, his friend and advisor, was waiting for the information he found.

"Hey! Then let me tell you... Great Chief, take a look at this map first!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Saurfang no longer insisted, but directly spread out a pair of animal skins, and just spread them on the relatively flat ground.

Obviously, this is just a simple map drawn temporarily, and it doesn't look like the handwriting of the orcs, because ah, those lines are too fine, not like the abstract painting style of the orcs.

"Look, this is a group of goblin looters we just encountered, and then bought information from them with gold! This is the topographic map of Stranglethorn Vale drawn by the goblin leader himself, although it is detailed The location does not guarantee its accuracy, but other rough locations should be more reliable."

"Look here, it's Yuyamba Island, the big island we encountered before we landed!"

There are too many creatures like goblins in Stranglethorn Valley! Here in Stranglethorn Vale, apart from the massive trolls scattered across the entire Stranglethorn Vale and scattered among countless tribes, the most common ones are goblins.

Therefore, it is not too strange that Saurfang and the others went out to explore the way and easily encountered a group of goblins.

"Our current coast is called Savage Bay, and we are at this location now..."

Guided by Thrall's sight, Saurfang set places on the map one by one, because the goblins said while drawing, and many words are not commonly used in Azeroth, if he doesn't explain it, I'm afraid everyone will Chief Thrall couldn't understand it.

"To the north of us is the territory of a group of Zukunda trolls. They live in the huge ruins of that ancient city. There may be more than 10,000 to 20,000 people. Therefore, we'd better not provoke them casually..."

"And in the northwest, living on the coast as we are now, is a group of tribes called Zudanya trolls. They also live in the ruins of a town of their ancestors. If you walk along the coast, it is as far as we There is a journey of about three to five days, and they will also build some small boats. They are actually the ones who have been following our fleet in the open sea before! However, their number is relatively small. According to those goblins, their number is about With three or five thousand, you shouldn’t dare to come south to trouble us?”

"If you go further to the east, it is the territory of the Balal troll, the Kalai troll, and the Gash troll..."

"In short, our surroundings are now full of trolls or other wild creatures! If we want to go out, we must at least conquer the Balal trolls or Gash trolls in the east, because they block us Go north to Duskwood in the Kingdom of Stormwind or take a boat along the Elwynn River to go north to Westfall and Stormwind City!"

"As for the south of Stranglethorn Vale, it's even more chaotic! Countless ogres, goblins, or trolls have their own spheres of influence. I don't think they will welcome us..."

Soon, King Saurfang introduced the general information on the map and the distribution of forces to Thrall, so that the chief could have a more intuitive understanding of the situation, so as not to make wrong judgments.

"Wait! Saurfang...you just said that along this Elwynn River, you can go directly north to Stormwind City?"

Thrall pointed at the thick line marking the river, and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind!

Because as far as he knows, the main force of Stormwind City must still be in the mainland of Lordaeron and Outland. If their thousands of orc warriors can go north by boat, they will definitely be able to teach mankind a harsh lesson and take revenge Hate it?

In short, Thrall felt that their 20,000 orc warriors must not die in vain like that!

If it is at sea, the navy of their tribe is not the opponent of those alliance warships... But if they come to the shore, five thousand warriors of the tribe are enough to compete with double the number of humans! What's more, there are a large number of shamans and warlocks in their current fleet, which cannot be resisted by human mages. Even if the opponent defends the city, their shaman's earth magic can destroy their city walls!

"Great chief, your idea is good! But... I'm afraid it won't come true..."

"You see, we really have no other way to reach Stormwind City directly by water, except from the road to the east of us, from here, all the way north, to the Duskwood and try to break into Elwynn Forest! ...This sea of ​​reefs will sink our remaining twenty or so ships to the bottom of the sea..."

"If you insist on going north by boat, you can only go east, go to the camp of the venture capital company next to Lake Nafiregan, and hire those goblin merchant ships to take us north! But... unfortunately, big chief, We don’t have that much money now! Even now, we can only rely on mass hunting of crocodiles on the surrounding beaches and velociraptors in the woodland even for food.”

After drawing a large circle on a part of the map, Saurfang had to sigh.

The authenticity of the map they bought from the goblins at a huge price should be reliable, so he dismissed this crazy idea of ​​raiding Stormwind City that he himself had thought about earlier.

The damn Stormwind Alliance set a trap for them, gave them false information and lured them to be ambushed by the enemy, so that so many warriors of the Horde were buried, this revenge, he Saurfang must want I reported it, and of course I want to go to Stormwind City for a walk!

But... the reality is very cruel. With the current situation of their tribe, if they don't clean up the surrounding trolls blocking the road, they may not even be able to get out of the Savage Coast. Trapped here alive.

"..."

"Let the warlocks perform a ceremony to build the portal first... We need to send the seriously injured back, and then, if possible, let more warriors come to this land..."

"Saurfang, since those humans from the Stormwind Alliance have prevented us from getting what belongs to us from the Lordaeron continent, then we must get it from them now!"

"This place will soon become the foothold of our tribe in the Eastern Kingdom!"

Standing up, he walked to the animal skin map that Saurfang laid on the ground. Thrall pondered again, and after looking carefully for a while, he squatted down and punched the Deep Twilight Forest above!

"Great Chief! Have you really decided?"

Seeing the position of Thrall's fist, Saurfang looked at it for a while and nodded in agreement, his eyes began to emit a fierce and cruel red light.

"Yes……"

"Since the Stormwind Alliance is unwilling to share peace with us, then we will give them war!"

Looking at the golden beach outside the tent and the endless blue sea in the distance, Thrall couldn't help but think of the miserable scene of his tribe's large fleet howling in the storm and the enemy's naval guns a few days ago... Therefore, he will never allow such a terrible thing to happen again, never!

"Saurfang, you will go back with the wounded later, explain the situation to the elders of the tribes, and then...you tell them that because of my mistakes, the tribe has been humiliated and suffered a huge loss...so , starting today, I, Thrall, am no longer worthy to be their great chief, and now, I am just the vanguard general of the Stranglethorn Vale tribe, and the envoy to bring war to the Stormwind Alliance..."

"And, whether they agree or not, I may not return to Orgrimmar in the short term... So, if you can, let them choose another wise warchief... For example, the tauren chieftain Kane, I think that elder is quite good, he is more familiar with Kalimdor than I am, and has a little friendship with night elves, so maybe he is more suitable than me?"

Thrall has now made a decision: since the humans of the Stormwind Alliance want war, then, now, Thrall will do what they wish and personally bring them war! He wants the humans of the Stormwind Alliance to take a good look, and he wants them to know that the blood of the warriors of the Horde will never be shed in vain!

Blood debt must be paid with blood!

"Great chief! Why do you..."

Hearing the other party's reckless decision to directly ask for the resignation of the position of warchief, Saurfang stood up abruptly, but just as he was about to say something, Thrall interrupted him roughly.

"Let's decide like this! Saurfang...you must go back, our orc tribe needs you!"

"Tomorrow, I will lead some orcs and troll warriors to head east. I will go to find out the details of the Balal troll tribe first, and see if they have the possibility of joining us? After all, we need a lot of trolls now." Soldiers, if they all teleport from Kalimdor, the warlocks will definitely not be able to bear it! And we don't have that much soul energy to maintain that expensive warlock portal..."

At this moment, Thrall's determination to attack the Stormwind Kingdom will definitely not be shaken. This is his redemption for the heavy losses caused by his wrong decision to the tribe. He must do that!

However, he will not lead the remaining 5,000 warriors to the north without thinking. He needs a little time to slowly clean up the nearby troll tribes. It is best to let the other party join them tribe!

Anyway, whether it is to coerce or annihilate slavery, or to negotiate and incorporate, there will always be a way.

Now that the Darkspear trolls can join their clan, Thrall has every reason to believe that other trolls will too! If he encounters stubborn people, then he can only use some unfriendly means to force them...

And the Balal troll tribe, which was said to be relatively weak, was his first target!

"I see, Great Chief, I will go back!"

"But... I will not agree with your hasty decision to step down as Warchief! No one can avoid mistakes, please believe me, Thrall, even Orgrim Doomhammer, he has made many fatal mistakes So, this is not the reason why you want to shirk your responsibility!"

"That's it. When you are away, the elders of the tribe can discuss matters together. We will definitely wait for you to send back good news!"

One last glance at the silent tribal chief Thrall, Saurfang, knowing that the other party was still blaming himself and shouldn't try to persuade him, turned around abruptly, and walked directly outside the crude animal skin tent.

Before going back, he needs to arrange some things, such as the warlock's portal, the wounded who need to be brought back as soon as possible, and the military chief who will stay as Thrall's deputy and manage the forward base, etc. ...

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