Woking looked pretty good, and Sar noticed that Woking was still intent on making a ivory sculpture for his fangs.

"Old friend, I'm so happy to see you in good spirits."

"Me too."

Woking gave Thal a affectionate hug.

As soon as the opening, Thal said straight to the point: "You can't let the full war between the tribe and the alliance start. I'm going to launch Makgora and challenge Garrosh. I must stop Garrosh before he makes a bigger mistake. I hope you can come back to help me after I take over the tribe again."

Out of Thrall's imagination, Woking did not agree at once, but instead showed a sad expression: "Thrall, the times have changed."

"Uh, Woking, you..."

"Shar, have you seen the Alliance's cities seriously?"

Thra was shocked and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he replied in a deep voice: "I've seen it. But I'm too anxious this time and didn't read it carefully."

Woking asked, "Did you see the alliance fifteen years ago? Or today's alliance? Even if you get the throne of the Great Chief back, can you stop two million orcs who are eager to fight, expand their territory, and obtain more resources?"

Thrall's heart beat violently, and he realized what Woking wanted to say. He still was unwilling to give up, gritted his teeth, looked up, and stared at Woking: "It's my mistake to hand over the position of the Great Chief to Garrosh. Now he led the tribe to the dangerous cliff. I can't make mistakes again and again!"

Instead of answering directly, Wokin continued to speak in a series of ways:

"The Alliance is very good to the Dark Spear Trolls, and they also promised that as long as the Dark Spear Trolls want to leave, they can go anywhere outside the Alliance territory at any time. Generally speaking, the Dark Spear Trolls are not allowed to leave outside the base, but I applied to visit various parts of the Alliance, and Varian approved me. He sent Paladins to protect me, just to prevent excessive blood elves from attacking me."

"In the past three years, I have been to many places in the Alliance. It was a treatment I had never enjoyed before as a backward civilization chief and a tribe. I went to Stormwind City of the Alliance and Iron Fortress. Except for the unpopular Silver Moon City, I have been to all the Alliance's main cities and over a hundred Alliance towns."

"I came to the conclusion that the tribe has been completely widened by the alliance."

"When the tribe warriors were still using iron axes and wearing iron armor, a twelve-year-old human boy had learned to use rifles in military training popularizing urban and rural areas, and shot an orc contour target's chest thirty meters away."

"Even a small village with only 500 people has three well-maintained steam tanks as local armed forces. Even the patrol militia are professionals."

"I took the Alliance's flight, and I could cross six hundred miles in a day and one night. The cost was just a price that a farmer could earn after working for three days. I saw the most ordinary farmers on the spacecraft and the finest-dressed superiors. The only privileged one was the soldiers."

"Although I have never seen any soldier who abuses privileges, the people's respect for them comes from the heart."

"Shar, you and Duke both came to power at the same time. You spent almost ten years to win a vast territory for the tribe, but you could not sublimate the orcs and even the entire tribe from the simple Iron Age to a stronger, civilized race."

"Duke took the same time, but he had evolved the alliance into a powerful civilized union that was separated from the earth."

"Will such a powerful alliance allow backward tribes to continue to exist and continue to occupy vast territory and resources? No! No! It's like we can't allow the barbaric centaurs to continue to exist in Durothal. We can't stand the boars continuing to occupy the barren land."

"The alliance and the Horde will eventually have a battle. This time it's just that Garrosh you selected, gave the alliance a huge excuse. Even if you attack Garrosh before the alliance and overthrow him, so what? Do you think Duke Marcus is a real saint?"

Speaking of this, Wojin opened his arms vigorously and raised them to the sky. He opened his mouth wide and let out a roar, deeply shocking Thrall's heart!

"Don't make a mistake! He is a Storm Kingdom! The Storm Kingdom Kingdom who was the most poisoned by orcs back then. Go and ask Orgrim! What did the orcs do when the orcs swept across the Elvin Forest of the Storm Kingdom? They snatched all the villages of humans, and even refused humans' begging for mercy and surrender, killing all humans regardless of gender, age, just like they treated the Draenei."

"When the Storm Kingdom counterattacked the Elvin Forest, there was no other prisoner! The ones you rescued from Guhold Castle were all captured by another army of Lordaerons!"

"Duke Marcus is a Storm Kingdom! The current alliance leader Varian Wrien is the Storm Kingdom King. He watched his father be killed by an orc assassin with his own eyes!"

"Tell me, Thrall! If there is a chance, will they let the tribe go like this? Now the league has no foreign enemies! They have no scruples! This is the best time for the alliance to destroy the tribe! I say this, do you understand? Thrall" Woking grabbed Thrall's arms that were thicker than him with both hands, and shook Thrall, who was already a little lost.

Thrall was lost for a moment. He seemed to have seen millions of orcs being slaughtered, and everything the orcs' fathers had done to the alliance would be staged in reverse.

He felt trembling, he could feel the cold sweat on his back had soaked his clothes.

Call on the orcs to resist to the end?

Is this useful?

From the ground to the air, and to the ocean, the form of war has undergone tremendous changes. A brainless charge with passion will only usher in inevitable death.

Even if a professional can withstand bullets, can he withstand shells?

The top professionals can even regard shells as a type of flying props, so how many professionals are there at this level?

Most of any race is composed of mortals.

The tribe attaches great importance to cultivating professions, and that has only reached the level of ten mortals becoming one profession. Among these professions, more than 90% are low-level professions who cannot withstand guns and cannons in their body.

The group of professionals is like a pyramid. The stronger the professionals, the smaller the number.

If the alliance gains an absolute overwhelming advantage in the mortal field and massacres all the mortal soldiers of the tribe, then the only small group of high-end professionals will not make any storms.

If you fight the league to the end, you will be completely destructive without any suspense.
Chapter completed!