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Garrosh's entire brown body was leaning on the comfortable throne of the chief. Manolos's skeletons had been used to decorate the throne. At first glance, Hellscream himself looked like a demon. Especially his eyes, his eyes swept over everyone who walked into the Gromash Fortress, creating a solemn atmosphere.

After everyone was here, the chief did not speak. He just stared at these people, motionless. Time passed by minute by minute. Gradually, the impatientness in the air was almost suffocating.

"Everyone is here, the chief." Mark Kaoroke broke the silence. Although many people don't like this Black Stone Orc, he undoubtedly did a good thing this time.

"Very good." Hellscream said, not standing up, still looking down at the leaders of the tribe. "No one chooses to escape when the tribe is facing challenges."

Bain wanted to know what the "challenge" he mentioned was exactly what he meant. Deathwings failed, the world was no longer threatened, and the tribe was in peace now. To talk about the challenge, it was how to get the tribe to recover from the catastrophe.

Garrosh waved his hand to signal everyone to sit down. "There is a long threat that has been too long and existed when the tribe first arrived in this world. We always give in to it and blindly maintain peace with it. Here I want to solemnly declare: We no longer need peace! We must eradicate this threat once and for all."

Bain guessed it before coming to Orgrimmar, but now he still sweats coldly. He remembered what Woking had said just now. Before he knew it, the Taurus Chief found that his friend was closing his eyes in pain.

The orc continued his speech: "We will surely go to victory. We will crush the Alliance bugs that occupied our territory like iron hooves. They have firmly controlled the Eastern Kingdoms, but they still dare to take root in Kalimdor. This is our territory, this is the territory of the tribe. All alliance forces must be eliminated."

“Clear?”

A sound of hell roar was finally heard in the hall, but it also made the atmosphere extremely tense. Garrosh's eyes seemed to melt the steel, and at this moment these eyes were focusing on the troll's accent.

"Who cleared?" Woking went to the central position. Including the dead Kane Bloodhoof and Thar who had exited the tribe, the first three leaders of the tribe, Woking was still able to speak out to Garrosh. "You mean the night elves?" He was a little unbelievable. "You want to drive away this land, and even the oldest race in the world? Don't you find it ridiculous? I want to remind you that we are tolerating the Alliance, and why aren't the Alliance to tolerate us? Are you not in Ashes Valley, in Gilness, and Thorballard's actions provoking the Alliance?"

Bain thought that if his father was still alive, he would definitely agree with Woking, but the person sitting on the chief's throne would not be horrible.

"So I'm tired of it." The sound of Hellscream made people deeply understand the meaning of his name. "We have fought with the Alliance for nearly twenty years, and one has gone up and another has gone down and another has been tug-of-war. We built the fortress in Stranglethorn Valley, and they came to the barren land to build the northern castle; when our members have increased, they can't wait to invite all the tribe-hate-hatred people to join the Alliance... It's time to end it all."

"So you want to provoke a war?" Bain found himself unable to sit still, and he said uncontrollably. "The tribe has just experienced a catastrophe and we need time to recover. And what consequences will the rash war bring? Have you ever thought about it?"

"The consequence?" Hellscream stood up, his tone of voice was not respectful to the rest of the tribe. "The consequence was that the alliance was destroyed and the world belonged to the tribe."

"Good thoughts." said a slightly sharp voice, "but you have to take practical actions." Prince of Trade Gary Vicks showed a strange smile. When he spoke, the hat on his head would rise and fall with his words. "Do you have any specific plans, Chief? You know, war is a good deal."

Anger is eroding Bain's sanity, and even Aurelia, who has always been outside the center of tribal politics, frowned. Everyone will still feel angry when she uses the sacrifices of both the enemy and us on the battlefield to exchange for profit.

"This is what you should care about." Garrosh laughed, as if watching a group of children playing. "My plan will bring the mission of the tribe back on track. The northern castle is the first goal. Then the army goes straight, and we will capture Theramore at the fastest speed."

"Theramore!" exclaimed Woking, "Don't you know who Jaina Prodmore is? She never provoked trouble and has been running for peace between the alliance and the tribe. There are many people in the tribe who respect her. Now you want to destroy her city and destroy the friendship she and Thrall have established."

"The chief of the tribe is no longer Thrall!" Hellscreamed. "What he has done before is no longer important,"

Bain subconsciously wanted to aid Woking, but someone reacted faster than he was and beyond everyone's expectations. This was a female voice, an urgent and beautiful voice. Regent Aurelia stared at Garrosh. "Great Chief, it is unwise to attack Theramore. The Alliance will definitely send reinforcements. And when our army is trapped in the south, the night elves of Ashes Valley will definitely take the opportunity to go south. Orgrimmar is in danger at that time."

Bain gave Wind Walker a grateful look, thinking that these words should make Garrosh reconsider his behavior, but Hellscream's response made him feel desperate.

"I'm still very happy to hear you say something, Blood Elf." He didn't even say the other party's name. "I've come up with a solution to your concerns and can ensure the tribe's victory."

Everyone looked at each other, and obviously no one knew what the "method" in Garrosh's mouth was. In a flash, Aurelia's face was a little pale, and what others didn't know was that she was the one who was the most opposed to attacking Theramore. The Regent carefully concealed this.
Chapter completed!