Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
So don't always think that there are no political factions among the orcs.
What is a tribe?
Isn't it just a tribal alliance?
During a battle on Mount Hyjal, the residents of Orgrim shouted that the night elves were invincible.
Then the alliance can defeat it?
Go to bed and go to bed early. Having more babies is the last word.
Thrall is full of confidence in the future of the orcs, but in the current situation, the Horde is like a younger brother to a bunch of overlords in Azeroth.
It's rare to fight Archimonde together. The tribe, night elves and humans are in a rare peaceful honeymoon zone. Why should we destroy this fragile tacit understanding.
I won’t mention any names, Gromsh Hellscream, I’m talking about you.
The Warsong clan never forgets the Ashvale where they fought, and always wants to go back to log wood.
But Thrall has made it very clear. In order to drag the orcs into the battle, the night elves voluntarily gave up control of the Barrens. If you go to Ashenvale to engage in "production and construction" at this time, you are not trying to trick the night elves. Do you need eye drops?
Picture what?
The entire continent of Kalimdor was in chaos, and the victory in the battle of Mount Hyjal was heart-wrenching, but this did not affect the night elves' blood.
The current radiation range in Orgrimmar is enough to keep the orcs fed for the past few years, so there is really no need to irritate the neighbors.
So Thrall secretly went to see Malfurion and asked for Dru Yin's forgiveness.
The night elves expressed their understanding that day, and Thrall began to form an expeditionary force the next day, trying to fight for his good brother Stormstout.
Anyway, the orc's move scared the pandaren and staggered him.
What? I'm just helping you fight monsters in the wild. You, Thrall, want to help me, Old Chen, return to Pandaria and become king? ? ?
I'm a little confused, but good intentions still need to be understood.
So Old Chen told Thrall about the mantid.
The war between pandaren and mantid has become a cycle for thousands of years.
I remember back then, when the mogu were dominating Pandaria, and the pandaren, mantid, land elves, and yaks were all slaves of the God of Thunder.
But one day, the emperor of the Mogu tribe, Thunder God, died, and Shaohao rose up.
Cheng Chen couldn't explain clearly, but anyway, the pandas won the battle.
The biggest project that the mogu people did to enslave the pandaren was to build the cliff wall of Panlong Crest. It was true that the bones of the pandaren were buried under every brick.
Shaohao thought that after finally overthrowing the Mogu tyranny and reaching peace with the Mantid, Pandaria would be at peace.
We are all comrades fighting Mogu together, so this shouldn't be difficult.
So Shaohao went to the Mantid chassis alone.
As expected, the mantid did not harm Shaohao and received him warmly.
It's just that Shaohao looked gloomy when he returned from the Mantid territory, and the only order he issued was to complete the construction of the Great Wall at all costs.
From then on, every hundred years, the mantid and pandaren would fight a race war.
Lao Chen came to Kalimdor to travel after the last war.
According to past experience, Pandaria still has peace for at least eighty years.
Who knew the mantid was so angry that it would make a comeback.
Therefore, Lao Chen must temporarily put down his beloved brewing barrel and return to Pandaria to join the army.
The veteran is not dead, at most he is drunk.
Therefore, the orc brothers are willing to send reinforcements to help the pandaren, and Stormstout Chen cannot refuse.
In twenty years, it is not clear whether the new generation of pandas can take the lead, but the casualties of their generation of pandas were really heavy.
Pandaren cannot refuse any kindness.
As a result, Gromsh Hellscream was stunned.
What?
What, what, what!
Second Marshal, Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Force, me? !
While eating hot pot and watching fun, Gromsh was suddenly called upon.
I haven't polished my Bloodhowl yet, and there are so many trees in Ashenvale that haven't been cut down yet. You ask me to go on a great expedition to Pandaria, who knows where, and I...
"Looking at the entire tribe, only Uncle Gromsh has the status, ability and reputation to take on this important task."
I think so.
If it weren't for his poor literary talent, Gromsh would have even thought of composing a poem on the spot, to avoid being suspected of being an official.
Most of the warmongers among the orcs just want to kill something, and only a small part are die-hard racial elements.
After kicking Gromsh out of Orgrimmar, Thrall has many means to deal with these die-hards.
After all, as the banner figure of these die-hard elements, Thrall knew that Gromsh was not an orc supremacist.
Hellscream simply wants to cut something, but Gromsh's rough and arrogant appearance hides the rare cunning and wisdom of the orcs.
After getting Lao Chen drunk, Thrall summoned the orc generals for a small meeting.
"I know some of you don't understand why you have to go across the ocean to help the pandaren fight in a strange land. Then I will tell you, it is for Orgrimmar, for our homeland. You can look down on Jaina and look down on Se Ramor, please pay attention to the Alliance, her identity as the princess of Kul Tiras, and her father, the Alliance admiral. The night elves are bleeding, and Malfurion and Tyrande dream of dragging us orcs into the conflict. The war of the Burning Legion. The worst thing is that I know you also think that it is the Burning Legion that caused us orcs to leave our homes. But we can't. The new tribe needs peace, needs time to build cities, needs to farm, needs to hunt, and everyone here needs daylight. Work and have babies at night. The orcs need fresh blood, not being worn down from one conflict to another."
Thrall's words were a bit vulgar, and he went straight to the next three roads, causing a group of orc gentlemen present to laugh sullenly.
"So we must help the pandaren, because the Alliance has already stood on the side of the pandaren. Although we are not against the Alliance, if we also stand on the side of the pandaren, then Jaina will have no reason to cause trouble."
"I don't understand. If we form an expeditionary force, won't our strength be even more empty?"
King Saurfang frowned and questioned.
"Theramore is no match for Orgrimmar, we all know that. Jaina is not scary, what is scary is her admiral father. Our fleet is no match for the Kul Tirans. But forming an expeditionary force, We will make it clear to the Alliance in advance that we are here to help the Pandaren. If the Kul Tirans dare to intercept us, then we will attack Theramore, and the night elves will not be able to point our fingers."
Thrall did not hide the fact that the expeditionary force was a chess piece that could be exchanged.
And Gromsh showed no sign of anger.
"So, what you are saying is that through this expedition, we not only escaped the night elves' plan to drag us into the water, but also avoided the military confrontation with Theramore."
Overlord Saurfang asked Thrall for confirmation.
"That's right, precious manpower cannot be used to defend evil neighbors. This is a conspiracy. We will openly notify the Alliance, laugh at their cowardice, and tell them that Orgrimmar will send the fleet to Pandaria, for the sake of our brothers Race Pandaren."
"In this way, that Daelin Proudmoore and his fleet will leave Theramore?"
Gromesh Hellscream asked.
"There is a high probability that it will."
Thrall nodded.
"And then attack our expedition fleet halfway?"
Gromesh Hellscream continued to ask.
"I'll find a way to get two night elves on board."
Sal nodded again, he thought it should be possible.
"Well, then I have no problem."
The boss of the Warsong Clan also felt that it was not a problem to have a hundred thousand orcs to guard against the human threat in the south. The expedition to Pandaria was indeed a feasible way to turn passive into active.
