In the Battle of Mount Hyjal four years ago, the Alliance tribes who joined forces to fight against the enemy not only drove the invading Burning Legion back to another world, but also established the current structure of Azeroth.
Although the Holy War ended in a mortal victory, both the Alliance and the Horde suffered heavy losses. In order for each to recuperate, the two sides signed a peace agreement under the leadership of Thrall and Jaina, which was maintained with a fragile piece of parchment.
Nearly four years of peace on the mainland
However, the peace written in ink can never stop the raging artillery fire. Although this fig leaf has not yet been torn off, the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde has actually entered a state of actual war, but both parties are tacitly understanding it.
So the question now arises: If both sides follow the example of the Holy War on Mount Hyjal and send troops together to resist the Qiraji's counterattack, then who should take the lead in the coalition?
Obviously, Regan could think with his toes that Varian would never let a group of greenskins control his warriors, even if it was for the survival of Stormwind City! As for the Horde, no matter how much Thrall adheres to pacifism,
With his own thoughts, he would not agree to let his tribe accept the human commander who once enslaved him... If he really fainted and agreed, it is estimated that the orcs would be the first to overthrow the young chief, never mind
How much did he contribute to the tribe?
Reigen frowned and thought for a long time but had no idea. Even though he was full of ingenuity, he was also helpless to deal with the decades-long feud between the two parties.
"As for the leadership of the coalition forces, I really can't make the decision," Regan said thoughtfully, "but since the warchief is also willing to send troops, then this matter can still be discussed... I will report it to His Majesty Varian when I return to Stormwind City.
I believe that with the wisdom of the two kings, the problem can be solved!"
"That's fine," Thrall nodded. "Although the symbol of the coalition commander is greater than the actual significance, it has a great impact on the morale of the domestic civilians and the army. You can tell Varian all the details we talked about after you return to Stormwind City.
King, I believe that with your Majesty’s wisdom, you will be able to make a decision that has the best of both worlds!”
Regan stood up from the chair and saluted: "I praise you for your profound righteousness. Then I will return to the city immediately and report this matter to my king. I believe that Hyjal will appear in Silithus soon."
Mountain view!”
"Go, warrior, may the spirit of the elements guide your path." Thrall beat his chest to Regan. "Tell His Majesty Varian that the warriors of Durotan will never let aliens invade our homeland, regardless of human beings."
Whether you decide to send troops or not, the Horde’s plan to attack Ahn’Qiraj will never change!”
When Regan walked out of the Chief's Hall in the Valley of Wisdom, the eastern sky was already slightly bright. Before he knew it, he and Thrall had been talking for nearly a night. After bidding farewell to him, the chief began to deal with things energetically.
There is no fatigue at all when it comes to political affairs. It makes people feel that he is made of fine steel.
"Haa~" Grandzo, who had been following Regan, yawned loudly. Even the occasional late night was too much for the weak goblin to bear. What he wanted to do most now was to find a bed and have a good sleep... It's a pity.
His idea was never fulfilled. Judging from the way Lei Gen was in a hurry, he probably had to rush back to Chenwu Town day and night.
Sure enough, as soon as Regan and the half-awake goblin returned to the hotel, they kicked Eric and the others who were still sleeping soundly. After a lot of tossing, half an hour later, everyone had already waved.
Grab a riding whip and rush to Chenwu Town.
In general, this mission trip was not satisfactory. Although Regen himself did not get many benefits, it was enough to get the exact information about the tribe's participation in the war. The only problem facing him now is whether Varian will
How will the affairs of the coalition forces be handled?
The Alliance tribes have not had many major wars in recent years, but there have been sporadic conflicts between young and old. They have never disliked each other. If one of them cannot handle this matter well, it will surely be difficult for them to communicate internally and externally.
"drive!"
Regan clamped his legs heavily, and the black war horse, which had been handed over by Kel'Thuzad, neighed and galloped forward at almost twice the speed of a normal horse. The men behind him were too busy whipping their whips to catch up in the dust.
, everyone has disappeared at the end of Durotar’s horizon.
——————————————————————————The strong wind hit, raising the golden gravel high, revealing the dark red blood underneath
Several vultures descended from the sky, staring at the seriously injured troll warrior, as if they were waiting for the opponent to take his last breath before these scavenging gods of death would step forward and take away the opponent's flesh and blood.
"Don't look, brother, I won't die before you..." Although the troll had numerous wounds on his body, he seemed to be in good spirits. Seeing that his injuries would not heal for a while, he simply started chatting with these two predators.
"I said you two should stop staring at me. There are so many dead bugs over there, enough for you to eat for several meals... What, you don't like to eat arthropods? Oh, just pretend I didn't say that...
"
The troll shook his arm. In just a moment of speaking, the injury on his arm had already healed to some extent. With two long hands supporting the ground, he stood up extremely steadily - obviously, the troll's rebirth
The talent is as famous as the blue dragon's magic talent. As long as these guys' heads are not cut off, even if they are seriously injured, they can return to their original state after a while.
"Hey, hey... I said don't leave!" Seeing that the already dying 'big meal' was jumping to life again, the two vultures flew away in great disappointment. If they could speak troll language, they would probably
The guy who is so stupid has already been scolded by the scavengers...
After waving his hands a few times, the troll watched with great frustration as the two big fat birds flapped their wings and disappeared into the blue sky of Silithus. Then he cursed and picked up the scimitar: "You are allowed to eat those stinky birds that will die badly."
People, don’t allow others to eat your food! Ahhh! Curse all the smelly birds to be eaten up by the insects!”
The troll cursed a few times angrily, but a rumbling sound in his stomach made him sit down again with a sullen expression. He looked around and saw that there was nothing next to him. Except for the yellow sand in his eyes, there were just a few dead bugs... Wait, bugs?
The troll suddenly became energetic. Although these things did not taste as good as the fat bird, it should be no problem to use them to satisfy his hunger. He dug around in his ragged trouser pockets and found tinder and flint, and soon put them in
A fire rose from the sand
Although most trolls are not afraid of fishy food, as members of the Darkspear tribe, that is, the trolls of the tribe, they have long since broken away from the habit of drinking hair and blood.
Take cannibalism, for example. This is a very important part of troll culture. In their ancient voodoo magic, eating the enemy's flesh and blood means taking away the enemy's strength and soul. Moreover, trolls not only eat foreign food
The humanoid race will also show no mercy to trolls from different tribes.
According to a column survey by the Dwarf Exploration Association, most trolls on the continent still seem to practice the custom of cannibalism, and certain troll tribes have been identified as cannibals, including the Moss Rotten Giants.
In addition to the demons and evil branch trolls, almost all frost trolls are cannibals, and desert trolls, jungle and forest trolls also occasionally have the custom of cannibalism, and even the mysterious dark trolls are believed to be cannibals.
Some also like to eat people
However, there are still some notable exceptions. For example, the Zandalar tribe and the Maltooth tribe eat other humanoid creatures but not trolls. The Darkspear tribe also maintained cannibalism before joining the tribe, but after being incorporated into the tribe by the orcs,
After the establishment of the system, he gave up this ancient tradition under Sal's persuasion.
The troll who was making fire to roast insects was obviously a member of the Darkspear tribe, because the tribal emblem could be clearly seen on his war blade, and under his tattered clothes, only the leather bag around his waist was covered by his
He protected it as if it were life, and even when eating... he kept it carefully in his arms, fearing that there might be a slight flaw, as there must be something important in it.
Just when the bug was roasted and about to be put into his mouth, the troll's ears moved slightly, as if he heard some unusual sound - similar to the long ears of elves, trolls also have a pair of long ears, which is good for hearing.
They are by no means inferior to those of the same race who drank the water from the Well of Eternity (it is rumored on the mainland that trolls are the ancestors of the elves, and that the night elves are trolls that mutated after drinking the water from the Well of Eternity. However, the elves who think highly of themselves are not convinced by this "rumor".
"Disdainfully) "Ma? Not from Cenarion, nor from our own family..." The troll put his ears close to the ground, but refused to relax the skewers in his hands, "Not from the Alliance.
…”
Just as the troll was muttering in his heart, a large group of people were already galloping across the yellow sand!
"Sir, there seems to be a troll blocking the way ahead..." A human officer said to his superior on horseback.
"Troll? Don't pay attention. No one knows how he died if you step on it..." The human general squinted slightly and saw the troll still standing stupidly a mile in front. He waved his hands casually and looked at him.
That posture and appearance were clearly that of the Commander-in-Chief of the Seventh Army, Alliance General Havers Wimborne!
"Yes, General!"
The Seventh Legion has fought against demons, fought against the undead, and of course has fought countless battles against tribes. They have never had a good impression of these barbaric guys. If you don’t dismount and chop off the guy’s head, it’s not bad. Just run him over.
Your Excellency, General, you are kind.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Thousands of troops and horses are rolling in. Although the troll himself is also a big soldier who eats with his head raised, how has he seen such a powerful collective charge? What's more, what's rushing towards him is not some motley army, but the strongest in the alliance.
Wang Pao - The Seventh Legion, the murderous aura coming towards the face made the trolls tremble with fear even if they didn't do it deliberately.
"Help!" The troll stared blankly at the approaching cavalry, and suddenly howled in Common Language, "I am the special messenger of Overlord Saurfang, and I have important news to pass on to the alliance commander.