Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 318 The Great Chief's Considerations

Alterac Snow Mountain, the hermitage of the Frostwolf Clan, a young orc stood in the square inside the clan, holding a heavy warhammer in both hands and watched curiously, beside him squatted a huge snow-white giant Wolf.

  In an orc-style house next to the square, two orcs, one old and one young, were chatting and paying attention to the young orc outside.

"Thanks to your arrival, Goel finally knew the truth about his parents' death. To be honest, I, an old blind man, may be able to teach him in shamanism and orc traditions, but I really can't do anything about the overall situation and strategy. .”

Drek'Thar's exclamation made Orgrim, who was sitting opposite him, sigh softly, "I didn't expect that I came to the snow-capped mountains with the idea of ​​trying my luck, and I actually found you. I can see The healthy growth of Durotan and Draka's son has finally eased the guilt I have accumulated over the years."

  Since escaping from the asylum, Orgrim has been hiding XZ in the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Hills for these years.

When he was cornered by the hunting forces, he remembered what Durotan had told him about the Frostwolf Clan. Orgrim, who had no other choice, resolutely entered the Snow Mountain. The hunting tribe.

Drek'Thar shook his head dejectedly, "Although I had expected it when I touched the tooth on Goel's neck, I still feel very sorry for Galad when I really heard the news that the couple returned to their ancestors. "

Orgrim didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on Go'el, who was wielding the Hammer of Doom and summoning the wind elemental to play with Frostwolf Snowsong. From this young shaman, he saw the new orc hope.

   "Don't worry, Drek'Thar, I will teach him everything I know, including the current situation in Azeroth, the reasons for the Horde's failure, and... the direction the orcs should go in the future."

   During the years of exile, Orgrim asked himself countless times why the Horde failed, and if he had been more vigilant about Gul'dan, would the outcome have been different.

  However, there was only one answer he got, no, since they entered Azeroth, the failure of the orcs was actually doomed.

   That guy Gul'dan already harbored ulterior motives, no matter how much he guarded against this cunning guy, he would find a chance to betray him.

  As the host of this world, the Alliance naturally has a strong home field advantage compared to the orcs, who are extremely difficult to reinforce and supply.

  Even if he really captured the King City of Lordaeron back then, I am afraid that the alliance would not just let it go, but would be more closely united because of the powerful foreign enemies.

The tribe does not have an overwhelming military advantage over the alliance. The war potential of the alliance fighting locally is always much stronger than that of the tribes coming from across the world. Nothing will change.

Over the years, Orgrim has gradually figured out a truth. If they want to truly gain a foothold in Azeroth, the new home of the orcs, they must truly integrate into this world, protect her, and adapt to her, instead of acting as a group like last time. An intruder hurt her.

Fortunately, now that Gul'dan is dead, the orcs' belief in evil energy no longer exists. As long as the younger generation of shamans such as Go'el regain their original traditions, he believes that the orcs will eventually find their own in Azeroth. a seat.

   But the relationship with the human-dominated alliance is also an important consideration. Although the orcs are not afraid of war, blindly fighting is not a long-term solution for the sparsely populated orcs.

   Moreover, in order to take root in Azeroth, the orcs first need a base. According to Orgrim's research on the Eastern Continent, the bases that the orcs need are difficult to obtain in this eastern continent.

  This continent has been managed by the alliance into a monolith, covering from north to south with the forces of the alliance. If you want to fight for a way out, you may have to go to the mysterious western continent.

  However, this issue can only be discussed in the long run. Before that, we need to find a way to liberate those compatriots who are detained in the shelter.

   "There is still time, let Goyle grow up slowly. He needs to learn how to consider the overall situation for his tribe. He needs to dabble in the fields of politics, diplomacy, and military affairs. This is definitely not a task that can be completed overnight."

  Drek'Thar was a little surprised when he heard Orgrim's words, and turned his face covered with black cloth to him, "Don't you want to..."

  Orgrim grinned and laughed, "That's right, this kid is born to be a great chief. Let him take on the important task of saving the tribe that his father failed to accomplish back then."

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   "Lilas, don't be lazy! Raise your bow, your enemies will not give you time to rest, hurry up!"

   "But Second Sister, I really can't lift my hands..."

Sylvanas glanced at Lilas' bitter face, and urged unmoved, "Don't quibble! I know you haven't reached your limit yet, and my mother specifically told me not to let you cheat, hurry up!" 1,000 arrows short."

   "Hey... I really don't know what my brother-in-law likes about you, you are so fierce..."

   Lilas muttered in a low voice while raising his bow to continue training, but an arrow was suddenly inserted between his legs that were naturally separated when he was standing, and the broken-mouthed little guy suddenly jumped up in fright.

Cirvanas put down his Quel'Thalas golden bow with a dark face, "I heard... Seeing that you jumped so high, you should still have a lot of energy left? Don't want to rest if you don't shoot the remaining 5,000 arrows today." !"

"Why?!"

  In the Duke's office in Far Traveling Town, Charlemagne is trying on a dress representing Duke Theron's family with the help of Alleria and Vereesa.

This newly made dress is much more flamboyant than Charlemagne's previous set of ceremonial armor. Not only is the crest of the Theron family embroidered on the left chest and the bright red cloak on the back, it was proposed by Charlemagne a few years ago and was sponsored by Kyle. The military medals reissued by Sass were also hung on his chest one by one.

   "...Is it really necessary to be so exaggerated? We are not going to a military meeting."

   While arranging her boyfriend's collar, Alleria gave him a coquettish look. "Although it's not a military meeting, this meeting with Nightborne is much more important than ordinary military meetings."

Sitting behind a desk beside her, Onyxia, who was correcting documents in one hand and eating grapes in the other, also agreed vaguely, "That's right, master, you must continue to use your three-inch tongue this time to persuade Those drug addicts, if they can win over the Nightborne of Suramar, it will be of great benefit to the future development of the high elves, right?"

  Charlemagne, who opened his hands and let the two Windrunner sisters busy, sighed, "That's right...although it must not go well as expected."

According to the original history, Elisande seems to be more willing to believe in the so-called fate shown to her by the Eye of Aman'Thul. I don't know if she can still recover from the Pillar of Creation in this ever-changing timeline. What kind of future do you see.

  ‘The timeline is such a thing... even Nozdormu, the guardian of time, is lost in it. Can Elisande really see the so-called fate clearly? '

  (end of this chapter)