From the mouths of the orc captives, the Alliance relied on the descriptions of [Ululululululu] and [Wow la la la la la] to imagine the customs, customs, and topography of Draenor.
What you can't reach is called a distant place, and what you can't go back to is called home.
The Nagrand Plains in the mouth of the orcs is about beating roe deer with a stick, scooping up fish with a gourd, and scooping out honey from a handful of soil.
The Frostfire Ridge in the orcs' memories was a fairyland where people ate cold drinks around the stove. It was a human dream where ice, snow and flames met.
The hometown of the orcs is a good place with rich products and simple folk customs.
So you guys are so stupid that you came to Azeroth to find out?
Carlos slammed the information compiled by the interrogators on the table.
I'm so angry!
The people in the military intelligence department are all scumbags!
Everyone should go to BIU one by one! ! !
There was no useful information at all, and the orcs' boastful remarks were full of absurdities.
Plants that can run away, one-eyed monsters as tall as mountains, large insects that can eat people, strange flaming birds flying in the sky...
This really useful information was laughed off by the idiots as weird stories.
Tanarion Jungle, Tanarion Jungle, Tanarion Jungle!
Let me say the important thing three times. Carlos needs information about the Tanarion Jungle, but what did the intelligence guys put together?
Barren land, green hell, according to the orcs, there is a hallucinogenic fruit in the jungle swamp, which is delicious and will make you very high if you eat it...
Hi MB, how did the Alliance win this war?
Carlos couldn't help but fell deeply into the strange circle of thinking about how our alliance should be determined.
Chromie came as lightly as she left with a huff, and took away a large amount of supplies, leaving behind a message to come back when she had time.
Although I don’t understand what the neural dragon did, the seal of the Dark Portal was indeed lifted. The Alliance’s outpost passed through the starry sky gate spanning hundreds of millions of light years and came to the world of Draenor. What caught my eyes was the The sun-shrouded jungle swamp.
It's better than the Dark Swamp, but not much better.
There are no markers, and the original road was destroyed by orcs. There are only trees around the Dark Portal.
The mages were happy to collect some specimens of local flora and fauna and send them back, but Carlos was almost on the verge of going berserk.
"Square bricks."
"Master, please give your orders."
"I don't have much time. If I don't return to Lordaeron, I won't be able to make it to the Spoils Division Conference."
"It seems so."
"So I need to know what kind of price it will cost to leave Tustin and come here."
"If you are talking about a normal transfer... don't stare at me like that, okay, okay. If you come through the portal, about two hundred thousand gold coins will be enough. But... is it necessary? The war is over. Moreover, you are surrounded by tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers?"
"Go, contact the country and bring me the trolls. Also... forget it, let's go."
"Well...I'll do it right away."
What Carlos didn't say, it was Spartacus, the orc swordmaster who was empowered by the Holy Light, and now the swordsmanship coach of the Alterac Paladin training base, the Iron Mask.
Alliance troops cannot be touched.
As far as the current situation is concerned, humans are first-class citizens, high elves are special-class citizens, dwarves and dwarfs are considered second-class citizens, and the rest are all scum and cattle, and orcs are not even as good as cattle.
It is not impossible for Carlos to force a large-scale army to pass through the Dark Portal and invade Draenor, but...
Even with Carlos's prestige, how many times could he do this kind of thing?
If you can't intimidate them with fear, then you can lure them with benefits.
Carlos picked up the piece of lame information that looked like a third-rate adventure and read it carefully again.
A bold idea gradually became clear in his mind.
In three days, under the magical magic, the Tustin Goll Troll mercenary group expanded to 800 people and traveled thousands of miles to reach the Dark Swamp.
From the north of Stratholme to the south of Elwynn Forest, the trolls experienced different ecological environments under different seasons, waiting for the meeting between Gota Jin and "King of Conqueror" Carlos.
"Hey, buddy, don't look at me like that, I'm a troll from the Alliance. Do you want to try it? The finest tobacco leaves from Darrow County are definitely delicious."
"Oh my god, that green-skinned monster can speak human language!"
"Yo! Brother, we meet again! Do you still remember me? When I was in Hillblade."
"Who are you? Ah! You, long time no see."
It is never skin color or appearance that hinders communication between two races, but language.
This group of trolls, who spoke the common language of Alterac accents, quickly became involved with the surrounding Alliance soldiers.
The only ones who were surprised by this were the new trolls and the rare new recruits.
Most veterans have heard of it, even if they have never seen it. Carlos, the king of Alterac, raises a group of large "dogs".
Silvermoon City has been wiped out for hundreds of years, and the trolls in northern Lordaeron are living a very hard life. Material scarcity and spiritual emptiness cannot be filled by shouting a few words about the glory of our ancestors.
Zumashal has embraced the alliance, which is no longer uncommon news among the trolls. Some people called them lackeys, some called them traitors, and some people called them "traitors". So what if they were just living on their own terms? The Evil Moss Troll leaned on Carlos and turned over.
Although the Alliance has never truly trusted these once man-eating monsters, the profits from trade have prompted merchants in Alterac and bankers in Stratholme to temporarily put aside their prejudices and trade goods with Zumashal.
Even if the price is very unreasonable, even if the troll knows that he is suffering a loss.
But returning to the edge of civilized society, the changes in life in the past two years are enough to impress these trolls.
This... is real living.
So when Carlos called, the Tastin Gou mercenary group came without hesitation.
You know, it only took three days from assembly to departure and then to rushing to the front line.
Even the Knights of the Silver Hand couldn't do it.
Carlos was pleased with the trolls' obedience.
"Prime Minister Du Ya asked me to offer you my most sincere greetings. The trolls obey your orders."
Gotagin knelt down in front of Carlos in the most humble posture.
"Oh? That Duya guy hasn't become king yet? Your queen is still alive?"
After Carlos finished speaking, he felt a little regretful and careless. The surrender of the troll was not the reason for his wanton trampling. This question was a bit acute.
"The queen is the queen you designated. Without your will, the queen will always be the queen. Prime Minister Duya is the prime minister you designated. No matter how good he is, without your will, the prime minister will always be the prime minister."
Gou Tajin lowered his head and said these words.
"Ha ha."
Carlos couldn't help but laugh.
"You are good at flattery. If you are good at it, you have learned how to flatter people."
"Every word is sincere."
Gou Tajin's forehead had already touched the ground.
"Stand up, I don't need your sweet words. Trolls want to live well and get better living conditions, but they can't do it with these sweet words."
After Carlos finished speaking, Gotagin stood up obediently.
"Great King, tell me, wherever the enemy is, Tastin Gou will be your sword."
Goutakin stood up straight and was over 2.4 meters tall. Under the intimidation of such a huge body, Carlos's bodyguards became nervous.
Then, Carlos also stood up, and Goutajin bent down knowingly, making himself look a little shorter than Carlos.
"You are my sword, but you are not the only sword. Look outside. One hundred thousand alliance warriors are listening to my orders."
Carlos waved his hand, showing the domineering power of the alliance marshal.
"However, I am the general marshal of the alliance, but the alliance is not my private property."
Carlos's words were too obscure, and Gou Tajin didn't know how to respond and froze.
"Beyond the gate is the world of the orcs. The Alliance has never been in the habit of not fighting back after being beaten. I want you, you, I want you to do something for me."
Gou Tajin took a step back, made a fist with his right hand and hammered it on his breastplate, making a banging sound.
"Your will."
