Warbringer
Unlike Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's Seventh Fleet, which was slowly heading northeast to the continent of Lordaeron by taking advantage of the reverse crosswind, it was chased by the Seventh Fleet and finally managed to break out of the maelstrom at the risk of death. The fleet of the orc tribe did not dare to stop for a moment!
Fearing that the enemy would pursue them, they continued to gallop toward the southeast sea with the wind and the current. Coupled with the shamans' guidance of strong winds and ocean currents, it took them only a few days to arrive. Here on the western coast of Northern Stranglethorn Vale.
By this time, they were almost exhausted after landing on the coast...
Finally, the soldiers of all tribes and tribes, who had experienced a big storm, a chase battle, and a desperate run on the sea, finally had time to take a good rest and start counting their losses. When they get to the shore, the warriors of their orc tribe will no longer worry about the water ducks of the Seventh Fleet coming ashore to cause trouble for them, landlubbers!
"..."
At this time, under a simple animal skin tent by the coast, Thrall, the chief of the tribe, who had over-cast spells in the storm area and almost never stopped directing the strong winds for several days, was finally able to take a good breath. .
At this time, he sat slumped on a stone as big as his head in the tent, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, and looked at the busy orcs, trolls, tauren and pig-headed men in the distance. He turned back and stared at the seashell soup in the bowl and the large bowl of animal meat next to it. Although they were both delicious, he was not in the 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 continent of Lordaeron to seize territory suffered extremely heavy losses due to the storm created by their own people and the indiscriminate bombing of the Seventh Fleet. The ships that could successfully escape, It’s less than one-third of what it was when setting off from Fist Blade Bay in Orgrimmar!
In that storm chasing battle, because their tribe's ships were not as good as the enemy's, their ship's trebuchets, ballistae, and those ridiculous throwing guns, etc., in that kind of weather, there was no way to fight back, let alone Ku's. The opponents of the large cannons of the Al Tiras naval battleships... Therefore, they could only struggle and wail in vain under the brutal attacks of those giant ship cannons that sprayed out flames and hot shells.
According to Thrall's own estimation, what made him even more self-reproached was: maybe less than one-third of the fleet was sunk or sunk by the enemy? And those more casualties were directly buried in the terrifying storm they launched themselves... They were all sunk by those crazy waves or simply dragged directly into the abyss of death by the terrifying whirlpool. …
As of now, there are only about twenty 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 five thousand. Warriors... and the other 20,000 people who set off with them all died under the ruthless sea of enemy artillery fire!
Every time he thought of such heavy casualties, Thrall couldn't help but lament... Think about it, when they faced the Burning Legion in the Battle of Hyjal, their tribe had never suffered such heavy casualties before and after the battle, right?
Therefore, Thrall knows that this is actually all the responsibility of him as the war chief... He insisted on believing that human being and Jaina's words... That's why... But the matter has come to this, and it is useless to think about it any more, warrior. They won't survive either...
What can their tribe do now besides reluctantly swallowing this bitter pill?
In fact, the hostile relationship between humans and orcs has not lasted for a day or two. Even in northern Durotar, in Ashenvale or Azshara, the night elves have always had friction with the orcs and often have small-scale battles. ?
Think about it, the battle between their orc tribe and the human alliance has never stopped since they came to this world of Azeroth... Those false peace are just like a piece of tattered linen. With a casual tear, what can be seen under the false smile is destined to be the sharp swords and guns hidden by both sides, flashing with cold light.
"..."
The so-called peace... There has never been any peace between the orcs and humans or night elves from beginning to end... That is just the wishful thinking that Thrall takes for granted... In the eyes of those humans or night elves, they orcs, I'm afraid I will always be an intruder, nothing more!
"You're here, Saurfang..."
"Do you understand? The place we are landing at now...where is it in Stranglethorn Vale?"
Finally, after King Saurfang, who had gone to count supplies, personnel, and arrange the construction of the camp, finally returned, Thrall quickly raised his head and asked.
Their tribe has just landed here. They are not familiar with the place, so they don't dare to run around casually. They just quickly set up a temporary camp in an easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack place on this coast, intending to use it as a defense. and used to explore the surrounding advance base.
"Great Chief, why didn't you eat at all?!"
Saurfang did not rush to answer Thrall's words, but frowned and looked at the large bowl of animal meat placed in front of Thrall in surprise and the bowl in the opponent's hand that was still full of seafood soup.
"Eat a little first...I'll tell you carefully after you finish it! Don't worry, it's definitely not bad news!"
Saurfang sat directly opposite Thrall, stretched out his hand, pulled a piece of meat away from the large wooden bowl like a basin, took a bite of it, and then unreasonably stuffed it directly into Thrall's hand, signaling to the other party. Eat something first. If you don’t want to eat, he won’t say anything.
"..."
However, Sal was still not in the mood to eat, so he just put it into the big wooden bowl, then took a sip of the soup in his other hand, and soon looked firmly at his own. Saurfang, his friend and advisor, is waiting for the information the other party will find out.
"Alas! Let me tell you... Chief, please take a look at this map first!"
Seeing the opponent's appearance, Saurfang no longer forced it, but directly spread out a pair of animal skins and spread them flat on the relatively flat ground.
Obviously, this is just a temporary and simple map, and it seems that it is not the work of the orcs, because the lines are too fine and do not resemble the abstract painting style of the orcs.
"Look, this is the information we just met from a group of goblin raiders and bought it with gold! This is the terrain map of Stranglethorn Valley that the goblin leader personally drew for us. Although it is very detailed, The local government cannot guarantee its accuracy, but other rough locations should be relatively reliable.”
"Look here, it's the big island we encountered before landing - Yoyamba Island!"
There are so many creatures like goblins in Stranglethorn Valley! Here in Stranglethorn Valley, apart from the massive trolls scattered throughout Stranglethorn Valley and scattered among countless tribes, the most numerous ones are goblins.
Therefore, it is not too strange that Saurfang and the others went out to explore the road and easily encountered a group of goblins.
"The coast we are on now is called Savage Bay, and we are at this location now..."
Guided Thrall's gaze, Saurfang marked each place on the map, because this was what the goblins were talking about while drawing. Many of the words were not common characters in Azeroth. If he didn't explain it, I'm afraid it would be a big mistake. Chief Thrall couldn't understand.
"To the north of us is the territory of a group of Zukunda trolls. They live in the huge ruins of that ancient city. Their number may exceed ten or twenty thousand. Therefore, it is best not to provoke them casually at the moment..."
"And in the northwest, living on the coast just like us now, is a tribe called Zudanya Trolls. They also live in the ruins of a town of their ancestors. If you walk along the coast, it is about 100 meters away from us. It's about three to five days' journey, and they will also build some small boats. They are actually the ones who have been following our fleet in the outer sea before! However, their number is relatively small. According to the goblins, their number is only With three to five thousand people like this, they shouldn’t dare to go south to cause trouble for us?”
"Further east, that's the territory of the Balal Troll, the Kalai Troll and the Gash Troll..."
"In short, all around us are now the territory 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 are blocking us Head north to Duskwood in the Kingdom of Stormwind or take a boat along the Elwynn River to head north to Westfall and Stormwind City!”
"As for the south of Stranglethorn Valley, it's even more chaotic there! Countless ogres, goblins or trolls have their own spheres of influence. I don't think they will welcome us too much..."
Soon, King Saurfang introduced Thrall to the general information on the map and the distribution of forces, so that the warchief could have a more intuitive understanding of the situation and avoid making wrong judgments.
"Wait! Saurfang...you just said that you can go directly north to Stormwind City along the Elwyn River?"
Sal pointed at the thick line marking the river, and suddenly a very bold idea came to his mind!
Because as far as he knew, the main force of Stormwind City must still be in the continent of Lordaeron and the outer lands. If thousands of their current orc warriors can take a boat to go north, they will definitely be able to teach humans a harsh lesson and take revenge. You hate it, right?
In short, Thrall felt that their 20,000 orc warriors must not die in vain like that!
If it were at sea, their tribe's navy would not be a match for those alliance warships... But if it came to the shore, the five thousand tribal warriors would be enough to compete with double the number of humans! What's more, they now have a large number of shamans and warlocks in their fleet, which human mages cannot resist. Even if the opponent defends the city, their shaman's earth magic can destroy their city wall!
"Great Chief, your idea is good! But... I'm afraid it won't be realized..."
"You see, other than taking the road east of us and heading north from here to Duskwood and trying to break into Elwynn Forest, we really have no other way to reach Stormwind City directly from the waterway! Because! ...This reef sea will cause all of our remaining twenty or so ships to sink to the bottom of the sea..."
"If you insist on taking a boat to go north, then they can only go east to the venture capital company camp next to Lake Naferrigan and hire those goblin merchant ships to take us north! But...it's a pity, Warchief, We don’t have that much money now! In fact, even our food rations can only rely on killing a large number of crocodiles on the surrounding beaches and raptors in the forest.”
After drawing a big circle on a place on the map, Saurfang had to sigh.
The authenticity of the map they bought from the goblins at a large price should be reliable, so he had long given up on the crazy idea of raiding Stormwind City that he had also thought about.
That damn Stormwind Alliance set a trap for them, gave them false information and lured them into an ambush by the enemy, which resulted in the death of so many Horde warriors. Saurfang must want this revenge. I signed up, and of course I want to go to Stormwind City for a tour!
But... the reality is very cruel. With the current situation of their tribe, if the trolls blocking the way are not cleared away, they may not even be able to get out of the Savage Coast. By then, maybe they will Trapped to death here.
"..."
"Let the warlocks hold a ceremony to build the portal first... We need to teleport the seriously injured back, and then, if possible, let more warriors come to this land..."
"Saurfang, since the humans of the Stormwind Alliance prevented us from getting what belongs to us from the continent of Lordaeron, then we must get it from them now!"
"This place will soon become our tribe's foothold in the Eastern Kingdom Continent!"
Standing up, he walked to the animal skin map spread by Saurfang on the ground. Thrall pondered again. After looking at it carefully for a while, he squatted down and punched the location of Dusk Forest hard. Above!
"Great Chief! Have you really decided?"
Seeing the position of Thrall's fist, Saurfang looked at it and pondered it for a while before nodding in agreement, and his eyes began to glow with 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, Sal couldn't help but think of the miserable scene a few days ago, when their tribe's large fleet was wailing in the storm and enemy cannons... Therefore, he will never allow such a terrible thing to happen again, never!
"Saurfang, you will go back with the wounded later and explain the situation to the elders of each tribe in the tribe, and then... you tell them that due to my mistakes, the tribe has suffered humiliation and huge losses... so , From today on, I, Thrall, am no longer worthy of being their warchief. Now, I am just the vanguard general of the Stranglethorn Valley tribe and the messenger who brings war to the Stormwind Alliance..."
"Moreover, regardless of whether they agree or not, I may not return to Orgrimmar in the short term... So, if possible, you ask them to choose another wise chief... For example, the tauren chief Kane, I think that elder is quite good. He is familiar with the situation in Kalimdor than I am, and he also has some friendship with the night elves. Maybe he will be more suitable than me?"
Thrall has now decided: Since the humans in the Stormwind Alliance want war, now, Thrall will personally bring them war as they wish! He wanted the humans from the Stormwind City Alliance to take a good look, and he wanted them to know that the blood of the tribal warriors would never be shed in vain!
Blood debt must be repaid with blood!
"Great Chief! How did you..."
Upon hearing the other party's reckless decision to directly demand the removal of the position of warchief, Saurfang stood up suddenly. However, when he was about to say something, he was rudely interrupted by Thrall reaching out.
"Let's decide this! Saurfang... you must go back, our orc tribe needs you!"
"Tomorrow, I will lead a group of orcs and troll warriors to set off eastward. I will first explore the details of the Baral troll tribe to see if there is any possibility of them joining us? After all, we need a lot of people now. If all the soldiers are teleported from Kalimdor, the warlocks will definitely be overwhelmed! And we don’t have that much soul energy to maintain that expensive warlock portal..."
At this moment, Thrall's determination to attack the Kingdom of Stormwind will definitely not waver. This is his redemption for the heavy losses caused to the tribe due to his wrong decisions. He must do that!
However, he will not lead the remaining five thousand warriors to the north without thinking. He needs a little time to slowly clean up the nearby troll tribes, and it is best to get them to join them. tribe!
Anyway, whether it's coercion, annihilation of slavery, or negotiation, there will always be a way.
Since all the Darkspear trolls can join the big family of their tribe, Thrall has enough reason to believe that other trolls will also! If he encounters stubborn ones, then he can only use some unfriendly methods to force them...
And the Balar troll tribe, which is said to be relatively weak, is his first target!
"I understand, Chief, I will go back!"
"But... I will not agree with your hasty decision to step down as Warchief! No one can avoid making mistakes. Please believe me, Thrall. Even Orgrim Doomhammer has made many fatal mistakes. Wrong! So, this is not a reason for you to shirk responsibility!"
"That's it. When you are away, the tribe can discuss matters with the elders of each tribe. We will definitely wait for you to send back the good news!"
One last look at the silent tribal chief Thrall. Knowing that he was still blaming himself and not advising him, Saurfang suddenly turned around and walked directly out of the simple animal skin tent.
Before going back, he needed to arrange some things, such as the warlock's portal, the wounded who needed to be brought back as soon as possible, and the military commander who stayed to serve as Thrall's deputy and manage the forward base, etc.
