The fragile peace between the Alliance and the Horde currently exists. After all, the debate between sweet tofu and salty tofu can last until the moment of the heat death of the universe. Not many people care about whether the Lich King is Arthas or Ner'zhul.
It is impossible to unite and advance hand in hand, but it is still possible for the two sides of the Northern Expedition to fight first before killing the Lich King.
Although Northrend is generally called the Northland, it is not the North Pole of Azeroth. Simply talking about latitude, the northern part of Winterspring is similar to Dragonblight, Quel'Thalas is similar to Howling Fjord, and Borean Tundra is further south.
So the question is, will the Horde attack from the Borean Tundra, the Alliance head north from Howling Fjord, and the two sides will join forces in Dragonblight, and then attack the Wrath Gate together?
Well said, say no more. It's a beautiful thought, but don't think about it anymore. Our alliance has nothing to do with what happens to your tribe. Our alliance has strong troops and horses, so we have to divide our troops into two groups to attack from the left and right!
Thrall looked at the offensive road map sent by the league and was so angry that he almost performed it in the Chiefs Hall.
That's it...you know, I dote on you! Instead, Gromesh Hellscream came back from a trip to Pandaria, feeling a bit calm and calm.
Cairn Bloodhoof and Vol'jin were on the sidelines, trying to reassure Brother Thrall not to get angry, as getting angry would hurt his body, but Gromsh was calmly eating roasted sweet potatoes with his legs crossed.
Not to mention, the smell was quite pleasant, causing the wild boar and centaur representatives who had nothing to do with it to look at it frequently.
"Gromsh, what do you think?" Thrall also smelled it and asked.
"Isn't this the usual style of the alliance? I find it strange that you would be angry because of this." Gromsh stuffed the remaining half of the roasted sweet potato into his mouth and took out an oil paper bag from his trouser pocket. A piece of cleft hoof steak!
"Thal, today's alliance is no longer the original alliance. You have never experienced the old tribe, nor have you personally experienced the original war, so you don't know what the original alliance was like. But this is not your problem. , I don’t mean to blame you for being cynical. In fact, before I went to Pandaria, I used my inherent knowledge to guess what the alliance was thinking, and then I almost screwed up." With the power of the orcs in the tribe, with Gromsh He has great prestige among the orcs. When he spoke, everyone present listened attentively, even if the chief of the Warsong Clan was sitting still and eating in such a serious occasion.
"You think there is a deep gap between the Alliance and our tribe, and the hatred cannot be resolved within two generations. I think you are right, and you can afford the vision of the tribal chief. The problem is that our tribe is in Kalimdor, and The alliance of the Eastern Kingdom is separated by an endless sea. I could tell in Pandaria that the alliance was indeed stronger than our tribe, so I took the initiative to provoke a dispute and wanted to use some means to eliminate the alliance's advantage." It was the first time Gromsh spoke publicly about what he had done in Pandaria, and Thrall's face became serious.
"After I came back, I carefully walked around the streets and alleys of Orgrimmar, and then I realized that I almost did something stupid." Gromsh wiped his palms with the wrapping paper, threw it on the ground, and put two His feet were on the low coffee table in front of him.
"What are you afraid of? Afraid that the Alliance will tear up the agreement and wipe out all the Northern Expedition troops of our tribe. Afraid that this is a trap targeting the tribe. Is that so? Thrall, answer me." Thrall nodded.
"Yes, the Alliance is willing to reach a truce agreement with us. This is abnormal in itself. I am afraid that this is a trap. If Carlos Barov is so arrogant that he plans to destroy our tribe first and then attack the Lich King, our tribe will What should we do?" Gromsh laughed.
"You are worthy of being a descendant of Durotan, a pure-blooded orc, just as I thought before." Even the goblin representatives pricked up their ears when Gromsh praised Thrall.
"Thall, you did a really good job as warchief. It was very good. It was beyond my expectation. So I want to tell you that it is because of the close contact with the Alliance, the regular army of the Alliance, and the contact with Carlos. "Barov himself has traveled every road in Orgrimmar." Gromsh took a deep breath and said almost like a roar.
"Be confident in yourself, be confident in the tribe, and show the confidence that a warchief should have to all tribe members who believe in you. Yes, the Alliance is very strong. Just look at the goods they sold to us. You will know that they are very strong. But we are not weak! If you let me, let us, let the Horde return to the Eastern Kingdom to attack the Alliance, I will think you are crazy. But the Alliance wants to cross the Endless Sea to Kalimdor to attack our Horde, it is crazy It will only be the Alliance. The width of the Endless Sea is enough to smooth out the strength gap between our tribe and the Alliance. Do you understand, Thrall, my Lord Warchief, the same is true for Northrend!" Gromsh Hell. Baoxiao stood up from his seat, walked to the animal skin map fixed on the frame by a rope, and clicked on the location of the Borean Tundra.
"Give up the argument. It's the Alliance's business if they want to advance in both directions. Whether they want to kill the Lich King or kill the Lich King, it has nothing to do with our tribe. Our tribe just wants to kill Ner'zhul. That damn guy. As long as they invest enough troops and tighten their fists tightly enough, the Northern Expedition should not be afraid of the Alliance, but the Alliance should be afraid of our tribe." Thrall understood Gromsh's meaning and also learned from Gromsh. Mush understood the old man's hint in his eyes - it was you who failed to suppress the public opinion, and my old Hell Roaring Xiao did not instigate participation in the Northern Expedition to Northrend.
"So you think we should abandon the landing at Howling Fjord and focus on the offensive route in Borean Tundra?"
"That's right."
"What's the reason?"
"Of course it's close to home!" Gromsh wanted to give Thrall a slap in the face. He tapped his finger heavily on the map. Cairn Bloodhoof was even afraid that the precious big map would be broken by him.
"The Alliance has changed the way war is played. Back then, armed with axes, hammers, water bags and dry food, we dared to go thousands of miles alone. Now do you dare? You Thrall dare and I don't dare Gromsh. Logistics, logistics, logistics! Catapults, Incendiary bombs, rear-loading heavy artillery, portable small artillery, explosive packs, strong bows and heavy crossbows, repeating machine guns, off-road vehicles, Kodo command centers, thunder lizard base stations, I, Grom, can't say anything about being iron-blooded. It's nonsense that will is more important than equipment. You Thrall have created so many good things, they have to be transported to Northrend for use by the sons, right? If you go to the Borean Tundra, the tribe's transport fleet can leave in a month. Back and forth. With such a huge advantage, isn’t this reason enough?” Thrall sighed, feeling that Gromsh was right to scold him.
With the signing of the armistice agreement, the tribe used crude oil and Kalimdor specialties to exchange for a lot of advanced technology and weapons and equipment from the Eastern Kingdom. The chief of the tribe was severely beaten mentally by the alliance. fist.
So much so that I had the delusion that the Alliance was invincible and that the Alliance always wanted to harm me. Now that he had been severely criticized by Gromsh Hellscream in front of everyone, Thrall had figured it out.
The old man is right, it is better to be yourself than to be afraid of your opponents. It's time to make up your mind!
"Saurfang, I have thought about it, you will be the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition!" As soon as these words came out, little Saurfang couldn't help but beam with joy, but before he could stand up and be humble and polite, his father Saurfang King Rufal spoke first.
"What about the guard work in Orgrimmar?" There were so many dangers. Little Saurfang was afraid that he was almost dead, and he was very cautious.
"You have a lot of troubles. Can you tell me how to fish at the gate of the city every day?" Gromsh spat in front of King Saurfang, walked back to his seat and sat down, crossing his legs.
