Compared to the Alliance, the Horde is even more devastated, with human, material and economic resources on the verge of collapse. The only fortunate thing is that the alliance not only did not take advantage of the fire, but instead increased the purchase price of minerals and other 7 materials. And in direct exchange for the food and medicine that the tribe is most in short supply.

The supplies can also be shamelessly asked by the alliance. Woking now feels like a beggar for food, and runs to the alliance every day to ask for relief supplies.

But manpower can't.

Unless all the orcs are genetically modified and the race is modified, it is impossible for Thrall to conjure up hundreds of thousands of people in a short period of time.

There are 150,000 adult orcs, 50,000 minotaurs, 20,000 trolls, more than 20,000 forsaken claiming to be, and 38,000 goblins.

The total adult population of the tribe is less than 300,000, which is not even as good as a human kingdom.

To make matters worse, there is still a lot of moisture in this number. Most of the tribes are coarse people, most of them are illiterate, it is good to count to three, and those who have a little culture have gone to become shamans.

Do you think shamans will give you a neighborhood aunt for demographics?

This number is still calculated with the help of unreliable goblins and forsaken people.

Because the tribal territory is simply vast and sparsely populated in the standard sense, and the transportation is inconvenient, many villages do not contact the outside world once for ten days and half a month, and no one knows whether they are destroyed or not.

Sal only knew that letters for help were sent to Orgrimmar like snowflakes, and he wanted people, food, and timber to build houses, and Sal's head was big.

It was at this time that the Alliance made an offer that a tribe could not refuse, and they would go on an expedition to the Outlands together.

In Tanaris, in the Horde's retreat camp, Thrall and the chiefs welcomed Duke to visit.

"If the Horde is willing to continue to march hand in hand with the Alliance and take out the Burning Legion led by Illidan, the Alliance does not mind the Horde immigrating the Orcs from the Outlands to the Tribal Territory in Kalimdor Continent. We can even open the portal between the Dark Door and Theramore, allowing the migrants to arrive as quickly as possible. ”

Duke said this with a faint smile on his face throughout, as if he was telling a small matter that had nothing to do with the Alliance. That kind of relaxation made the eyelids of the three tribal bosses Thrall, Woking, and Orgrim jump wildly.

The homeland is about to collapse, and the orcs are forced to cross the Dark Gate and launch the first Dark Gate War in an attempt to conquer the world of Azeroth...... Sal has listened to such stories since he was sensible.

The word 'our world' is both distant and unfamiliar to Sal, but it also feels familiar at hand.

Regardless of whether this can be blamed on the conspiracy of the Burning Legion, in the past twenty-five years, Gul'dan, who has seized the power of the tribe, has abused his evil power to turn the orc's hometown into a miasma of smoke and wither, and then Nao Zuzuo has blown up his hometown again.

Just looking at the tragic image of the 'Hellfire Peninsula' provided by Duke, the hearts of Sal and other tribal bosses ached.

"It's more broken than it was then!" said Orgrim, who sounded like a dream.

Back in the day, the Old Horde gathered millions of troops and gathered in front of the Dark Gate, hoping to destroy all enemies with crude weapons and the strong bodies of orcs.

Pity......

The past is empty in the blink of an eye, and the army of millions is wiped out.

The past is gone, and what the tribe has in front of it is a choice without a choice.

Privately, every orc is a brother and sister, and Thrall can't afford to abandon his people and let them die in a world of destruction.

In Gong, the addition of millions of orcs can definitely greatly increase the strength of the tribe.

Which chief is good, I can't imagine a reason for refusal at all.

With a few simple eye contacts, the tribe has reached an internal agreement.

Thrall said in his deep voice: "It is the duty and duty of the tribe to fight the evil Burning Legion and save the people, and the tribe will attack. ”

Duke nodded slightly: "Good." ”

Then, Duke's eyes swept the audience. As long as the chieftain who was weaker did not dare to meet Duke's elemental fluctuations and divine gaze, he bowed his head one after another.

"I know that the tribe still has doubts, whether the alliance is too good for the tribe. ”

"......" The wise man led by Wojin was silent, and only Wojin raised his head and looked at Duke without fear.

Not just him, but every chief was waiting for an answer.

Duke smiled casually: "Everyone here, even if the few chiefs who have fought directly with the Burning Legion, their impression of the Burning Legion may still be stuck in the time when hundreds of thousands of demons swept through Mount Hyjal, right?"

Grom and the others nodded.

"With the help of the power of the space-time dragon king Nozdorm, I went back to the ancient war 10,000 years ago......" Duke waved his hand lightly, and a three-dimensional projection battle suddenly appeared in front of the tribal chiefs.

"Shhh

They saw the mighty boar god Agamagan, with his furious charge, easily knocking a host of demons flying, and tearing everything in his path to shreds with his long fangs.

In the southern part of the barren lands in the core area of the tribal territory, there are two places: Razor Heights and Razor Swamp. Most of the tribal chiefs have a deep understanding of the ferocity of the boar people and the wild boar.

When they saw the Agamagan, whom the boar people worshipped, the real recognition and feeling was far greater than the other demigods shocked their hearts.

However, it was such a seemingly invincible and powerful demigod, besieged by tens of thousands of demons, who finally ran out of his physical strength and life, and was finally killed by two primary-level Void Lords......

Not only Agamagan, but also Malone the White Deer, known as the first god of the Azeroth Wilderness, a large number of demigods died in this battle.

A five-minute video was quickly finished. In the huge tent, only the howling of the wind in the Tanaris desert echoed.

Duke was obviously calm, and the voice full of sonorous temperament that anyone felt was full of sonorous temperament sounded again.

"In the battle of antiquity, demigods are not as good as dogs, and strong people walk everywhere. Do you want answers? That's the answer. What about the Alliance allowing millions of hordes to enter the world of Azeroth? It's just a million more cannon fodder. That's right, when the Burning Legion invades in full, millions of tribes are cannon fodder, and tens of millions of alliances are cannon fodder. You are cannon fodder, and even I, as a demigod, am cannon fodder. In the face of absolute destructive power, we are indistinguishable at all. ”

At some point, Thrall and the chiefs snorted heavily.