It is clear that the tribe is going to pay for its carelessness.

Now the situation is like an endless loop:

The tribe lacked food, and hunting alone was unable to meet the needs of the burgeoning orc population. The alliance is not a benevolent church, and if you want to ask the alliance for food, you must exchange it for ore. The traditional Draenor orcs also hated productive work, and not only refused to work as miners themselves, but even the clans resisted handing over their hard labor to the tribe to pull them to the mines.

There is no food, and the major clans also do it according to tradition - that is, to go to other houses to rob it.

There were no clans next to them, so they went like locusts to the place where there was food. In the tribal-controlled territory of Kalimdor, there is no more fertile land than the green grass of Thunder Bluff.

Many hungry orc clans, ignoring Thrall's ban, reached out to the Kodo herd of the Minotaurs. In their eyes, this huge beast is the prey worthy of the tribal warriors.

Kane* Bloodhoof ran to Thrall twice in three days to complain, and Thrall repeatedly ordered the orcs to surrender to the Minotaur territory, but the poaching situation was still very serious. Not only poaching, but also private fights are also held every day.

Draenor's orcs, ogres, and even Grull's Goron all come to Thunder Bluff to eat.

Drove Kane mad, and he almost announced the Minotaur quitting the tribe.

In the end, Sal had to let Varok Sarufar patrol the borders of Thunder Bluff with the Great Chieftain's personal guards, and publicly execute poachers if they caught them, so that he could barely keep the situation down.

Unfortunately, Thunder Bluff is the shortest and most convenient passage to the Bleak Lands in the Territory, and as long as the Minotaurs remain in the tribe, there is no reason to deny orcs access to their territory. The minotaur watched like a thief, staring at every orc who passed through the avenue.

This further exacerbated the contradictions within the tribe.

Now, seeing the report that the Scourge is likely to sweep Azeroth again, Thrall, who was inspecting at the crossroads of the Barrens, felt a deep sense of frustration after reading the report: "Am I wrong? I have spent more than half a year, and I still can't make my people live a stable life......

The eyes, which were always extremely firm, began to have a confused divine light.

Woking didn't know how to persuade Sal, so he could only pat Sal on the shoulder: "No, Great Chief, you have done a good job, and no one in the tribe will do a better job than you." ”

In fact, this is also the Saar demon stunned.

Changing from a nomadic nation to an agricultural nation, even if it is placed in Duke's Celestial Empire, is not a simple matter, let alone an easy job that can be done overnight.

Historically, the Han Chinese have merged with many nomadic peoples, but it often takes several generations of efforts to change their customs and provide better living conditions and job opportunities.

Originally, the best way to deflect internal contradictions was war.

It's a pity that the alliance won't give the tribe this opportunity at all, and the absolute power gap is not only known to the orcs that Thrall brought from the Eastern Kingdom back then. Even the orcs who migrated from Draenor knew.

When the Alliance was transporting orcs, under Duke's covert guidance, they never hesitated to show off the Alliance's muscles—disciplined soldiers, earth-shattering artillery, roaring tanks, and huge warships.

Although each time the object of cleaning up is a few scattered demons or crazy evil orcs, it is enough to make the deepest impression on anyone in the tribe who has seen this scene.

Seriously, Sal thought it was a bit of a miracle. Almost every night when he lay down, he wondered if the alliance would turn around and destroy the tribe if it lacked the oppression of foreign enemies......

It's just that Sal can't think too much about it at this time. He would never forget how he had led a newly freed tribe in a fierce battle against the Scourge Legion ten years earlier in the southern part of Dalaran.

Even if the tribe now has a branch of the Forsaken, the Forsaken are not too much of a Forsaken, and they are not at all comparable to the Scourge Legion that wantonly spreads death.

"Alas!" Thrall sighed deeply, "Woking! Duke's plan for an expedition to Northrend that we did not accept and had to accept. ”

"Who's going to lead the way?" Woking didn't really ask, but reminded Sal.

Now the atmosphere in the tribe is so stiff that most of the other races are reluctant to go on expeditions. No one wants to go out here, and their hometown over there has been raided by 'their own people'.

Especially the Minotaurs.

The alliance put forward the requirements for coordinated operations, and most of them wanted infantry. The minotaurs don't go, and the only ones in melee combat are the orcs.

There was sadness in Thrall's eyes, and just as he was a little hesitant, a young and majestic figure came into his sight.

It was a burly young orc.

Unlike traditional Draenor orcs, he is more disciplined, and at the same time he believes in the honor and unwavering ideals that his father believed in.

And his character determines that he will be a brave warrior until the last moment.

"What do you think of letting Dranosh go?"

Dranosh is Dranosh Sarufar, who is known as Sarufar the Younger.

He is the young son of Varok Sarufar and the nephew of the great tribal hero Blox Sarufar.

Whether it is bloodline, status, or achievements, they are the leaders of the younger generation.

Merely......

"Will the league think we're not interesting enough?" Woking cautiously reminded Sal.

Sal smiled bitterly: "Can I go away in this situation? Can Varok go away? Or do you go?"

The leaders of the tribe couldn't leave. Now the tribe is like a powder keg, which explodes at one point. Thrall is not here to take charge, and the tribe will be destroyed without the Lich King attacking in a minute.

As the first advisor under Thrall, Wojin is not only the leader of the trolls, but also a mediator, and many big chiefs do not come forward, so he will intervene.

Kane was nervous, and of course he wouldn't go out.

Anastrian has a ghost in his heart and will not appear in front of the Alliance.

And Gary Vickers of the Rusty Water Chaebol...... Will this ruthless and cunning prince of trade be willing to go to war for the Horde?

There is no way, only the tallest of the shorter.

Thrall was comforting himself and telling Woking: "The Alliance has many talents, and the tribe must also cultivate its own talents." Otherwise we will be even more behind. Sometimes, we just have to let the younger generation break through. ”

Actually, Sal is also very young, he is now 25 years old. However, Sal debuted early, and ten years ago he had become the founder of a new tribe, and he had just become old.

He said this, and Woking couldn't refute it, and said cautiously: "Duke Marcus's personal integrity is still very good. At least he never broke his promises, and he never deliberately harmed the tribe. ”

"I can only hope that everything goes well. Sal sighed.