As the birthplace of human civilization, the Arathi Plateau is actually not that good.
It is not difficult to understand that if the Arathi region is really good, then why the city citizens during the Arathor Empire would rather fall out with the royal family than leave the protection of Thoradin's Wall and go to the more "dangerous" north.
Of course for a more fertile land.
With the migration of a large number of people, the originally overwhelmed land was finally able to bear the existing population of Arathi, and the food importing place during the Arathor Empire gradually became a food exporting place.
Although the drought affected the harvest in the Arathi region, the robbery of farms still greatly eased the survival pressure of the orcs.
But Thrall knew that this was not a long-term solution.
Humans who call themselves prophets propose a tempting plan to Thrall - leave and go to the west.
Although he had reservations about Medivh, the more Thrall thought about Medivh's plan, the more it made sense.
If they stay in the Eastern Kingdom, the orcs will either perish sooner or later or be captured and continue to be slaves.
It's a simple multiple-choice question, which side is more powerful, more than six million humans or less than one million detained orcs.
There's no choice at all.
Thrall even understood that because of what he had done, many innocent orcs would be angered and killed.
But Thrall has no regrets, and he would rather die than be free.
At the same time, the new chief of the tribe who was pushed out of the game also truly experienced what heavy pressure is.
The alliance is too strong.
Or maybe Carlos's army is too strong.
Although in Carlos' view, these soldiers today are far behind the group that Turayan brought to Draenor, the alliance's complete logistics supplies and soldier training are not comparable to the orcs doing farm work in the detention center.
No matter how powerful your instincts are, they are no match for the systematic training of specialized skills.
The result of this was that Carlos pressed forward step by step, while Thrall fought and retreated.
Although the orcs showed no signs of defeat in a short period of time, and even made some gains in small-scale battles, Carlos did not panic at all.
As long as the Saldo Bridge is not lost, the orcs are destined to be unable to make any trouble.
Once the league adapted to this rhythm, Thrall clearly felt the breathless pressure.
After wandering around the Arasi Plateau for more than half a month, Carlos was restricted by the terrain of the Refuge Valley and once again lost the opportunity to complete his victory in one battle. Although the strategic space of the orcs is gradually shrinking under his oppression, it is impossible to eliminate the slave rebel army led by Thrall in a short time.
It has nothing to do with the influence of the Moon God on Carlos at the subconscious level, but that it is not only Thrall who gradually learns and grows in the war, but also more new generations.
Under the high pressure of Carlos and his legions, the new tribes adapted to the war at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Carlos couldn't help but feel that the orcs were indeed a born fighting race.
Fortunately, I have it too.
After a long journey, the elven immigrants tricked from Kalimdor are gradually arriving in the Eastern Kingdom, and with them are the glorious orcs who have withstood the "test".
The war situation is irreversibly tilted towards Alterac's side.
Although Carlos had no interest in helping his old friend Danas to take care of the troubles of the Trollbane family, Stromgarde could not refuse the Alliance's requisition of Tol Barad's port dock.
It seems that Thrall is leading the tribe to a slow death.
Against this background, Velinde Starsong arrived in the Arathi region.
It can only be said that with the face of an elf, he is really popular in human territory.
Along the way, as long as you use the diplomatic rhetoric of "I want to see the King of Cards", there will be food and drink provided, and carriage and horse guards will arrange it.
So, after more than half a month of traveling and traveling, Velinder Xingong finally met Carlos in the Valley of Refuge.
The orcs could not defend such a broad front. After more than half a month of confrontation in the valley, Thrall took the initiative to retreat. However, Carlos had no intention of advancing at all costs, so the main force was stationed in the Refuge Valley to await reinforcements.
When the guards took the priestess to the valley cave that was converted into a command post, Carlos was enjoying the cool weather.
The staff officers around him were busy formulating battle plans. Carlos pulled a mat and sat in the vent to rest. In the valley, more than 13,000 soldiers on rotation were enjoying a rare rest.
If it weren't for the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, it would seem that there would be no dispute here.
With a simple greeting, a rough meal, and a cup of hot tea, Carlos patiently listened to Velinder Xinge's story.
"The friend you are talking about is actually yourself."
Carlos's soul was stunned, and Velinder Xingsong's violet face couldn't hide the flush of blood.
"Although you deceived me with lies..."
"No, this is because, I..."
"But for Dandema's sake, I forgive you."
"Actually...I'm sorry, the matter is so important, I can't..."
"I am a Paladin, you can always trust Carlos Barov."
"Then, Your Majesty, please arrange a secret place, and I will show you what I hide and fear."
The long journey and the mental burden made Velinder Xinge breathless. She didn't understand why she trusted a human being so easily, but while worried, she also breathed a sigh of relief.
Finding a secret location was not a problem for Carlos. There were many naturally formed caves at the bottom of the Refuge Valley. Carlos led Velinder Starsong to one of the deeper and spacious ones.
The light of the torch dispelled the dead silence of the cave. As if by magic, Velinder Xingge pulled out the Luna Scythe from behind. Carlos almost couldn't help but want to go around behind her to see what this magical space magic was about.
"The cause of everything is this Moon God Scythe."
Under the flickering firelight, shadows appeared on the cave walls, as if countless demons with sharp teeth and claws were dancing around.
Carlos felt a familiar aura and a less familiar aura from the Luna Scythe in Velinder Star Singer.
"Can I take a closer look at it?"
"Your Majesty Carlos, this Luna Scythe is very dangerous, it..."
Carlos opened his wings of holy light, and the pure and soft light illuminated the entire cave.
"...please take a look."
Velinder Xingsong presented the Luna Scythe with both hands for Carlos to inspect.
So, the moment Carlos held the Luna Scythe, a large number of illusions appeared in his mind.
There are bloody fights between elves and satyrs, the anger and frenzy of werewolves, and various broken fragments.
At the same time, there was a desolate wolf howl.
Carlos seemed to be waking up from a dream.
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