I have experienced many wars and am well aware of the importance of tactical strategies. The terror of war is not how much damage it will cause, but how difficult it is to predict what the enemy will do in war. On the contrary, if the enemy's actions can be accurately predicted in advance, then such a war will not be lost.

I firmly believe in this.

...

Garrosh frowned and looked into the distance. He always looked frowning. "I don't understand, Chief." He said in a thick voice. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed the handle of his axe, rubbing it uneasy.

When Thal came to War Song Fortress a week ago and said in front of Hellscream that the tribe would participate in the shitty silver championship. Compared to the league, Garrosh also had no good feelings for the Silver Northern Expedition Army. He despised the tribe members who joined the Northern Expedition Army. They actually chose to succumb to a white-haired old man who also created an arena, saying that in order to deal with the Lich King, they had to train the most powerful warriors in Azeroth.

Bah! The warriors of the tribe don’t need to accept any challenges, and the tribe’s spirit is enough to defeat the walls of the Ice Crown Fortress.

Although he couldn't tell why. When Saar stood in the position where he usually commanded the battle and explained the current situation to him, Garrosh suddenly became happy. The Silver Championship is nominally the case, but it can teach the league in the arena, which is an opportunity to prove the power of the tribe. Hellscream almost laughed at the thought of his weapons leading to the league.

"Then let's follow what you said, Chief."

"I need to remind you!" Just as Hellscream was thrilling, he heard a voice that he didn't want to hear. King Varoc Sarufal stood behind him, and the battle-hardened old orc easily saw through what Garrosh was thinking. "The whole world is watching the Silver Championship, and we must not have a head-on conflict with the people in the league."

Garrosh clenched his teeth and said angrily: "There is no concern for a person's life and death in the arena. Sarufar! If the alliance dares to challenge me, I will..."

"Keep calm, Garrosh!"

"Great Chief?"

The commander of the War Song Expeditionary Force looked at Thar again.

"Varock is right. And in the arena we are not facing alliances, but various beasts captured by the Silver Northern Expedition Army."

"Beast?" Garrosh could no longer hide his dissatisfaction. The warriors of the tribe did not die gloriously during the battle with the Scourge, but took their precious lives to dance with a group of wild beasts. "Are your warriors hunters, chief?"

"Don't underestimate those monsters!" Thrall was fed with Hellscream's provocation. Garrosh was a member of the tribe who had joined the tribe for less than a year, but he had become the person with the deepest conflict between the entire tribe and Thrall himself. The two often had differences, and Thrall would always go against the grounds that "Hellscream is still young". Patience is limited. "Have you seen those beasts trapped in cages? Do you know how many people the Silver Northern Expedition Army lost to capture them? I can tell you, Garrosh. No one of them is taller than adult mammoths, and his bloodthirsty nature is comparable to the Scourge. No one in the alliance can guarantee that he can defeat them, and neither does the tribe."

In Garrosh's eyes, Thrall's words not only did not serve him with any persuasion, but were all negative effects. He saw the chief's weakness again. Thrall didn't understand at all that group of beasts were, no matter how cruel the beasts were, they could not pose a threat to the tribe. Only the alliance, only the ancient enemies are unchanging forever, so every time a killing of an alliance dog can make the tribe safer.

"Are you questioning the power of the tribe?"

"The chief must lead the tribe based on the facts!"

"The truth?" Garrosh repeated Thrall's words, "The truth is that you asked our soldiers to fight with a group of wild beasts and let the Alliance watch the fun; the truth is that you emphasized many times that the soldiers were resting, but pushed them into the arena after they had just finished the fatigue period after the battle with the ancient gods; the truth is that you couldn't see the truth, Thrall!"

The words of the young orcs were almost suffocating. What's even more terrifying was that there was no regret in Garrosh's eyes. He did not think that he should be respectful to the chief. If the chief made a mistake, then the more capable person should be responsible. He had challenged Thrall in Orgrimmar before, and he won at that time. If the Scourge had not suddenly attacked the main city, he would have been the one who gave orders now.

Thrall didn't refute Hellscream for a long time, which made the latter think he had won. But who knew...

"You disappointed me, Garrosh."

These words made Garrosh grit his teeth.

………

"We are very honored for your visit to the Silver Arena, Your Majesty the King." The members of the alliance were responsible for receiving the members of the alliance. The speed of the alliance representatives was surprising, and there were two people following the king: one of them was a young female mage, whose outfit seemed to be inconsistent with the cold ice-crowned glacier. Colfax judged that he was a mage who studied frost magic. The other was taller, and his behavior would perfectly blend elegance and wildness, highlighting all the advantages of the high elves.

Varian's eyes swept through the towering stone walls of the arena, and swept through the large tents on the periphery until the port when they arrived, and finally landed on Colfax, who was also staring at him.

"It reminds me of Dunhold Castle," Varian said. "I was impressed."

The role of Colfax and the female mage suddenly changed. The king's happiness and anger was not expressed only with his face. Sometimes, Varian's words were sharper than his sword. No one didn't know that an orc chief was born in the arena of Dunhold Castle, and then the chief took his people to flatten Dunhold. Varian seemed to be intentional to remind the Silver Northern Expedition Army that they might repeat the same mistake.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, the female mage spoke: "No matter what, Lord Tirio decided to build this arena in order to reduce sacrifices and defeat the Lich King faster. I believe that countless miracles will definitely happen in it."

"The Holy Light will guide us, ma'am." Colfax bowed deeply, "The resting place is ready. Please follow me..."

"Wait a moment." The female elf dressed in a ranger interrupted the Paladin.

"Is there any problem, ma'am?"

"Theramore has also received the invitation, the Warrior of the Holy Light." She said, completely ignoring Varian's angry gaze. "Does this mean that Theramore can also send members to the competition?"

The two people around the King of Stormwind are no longer mysterious. Theramore's ruler, Jaina Prodmore, and the Silver Covenant Ranger General Sylvanas, although the Silver Northern Expedition Army had no contact with the sea city, it did not mean that both sides closed their eyes and listened to each other. They both had a certain understanding of each other.

"The Grand Lord stipulates that all those who receive the invitation can send warriors representing their respective forces. Of course Theramore can do it."

Sylvanas, who received the reply, nodded and said to Jaina: "It seems that the Silver Dawn members who stayed on the dock have a place to use."
Chapter completed!