Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 435: Garrosh and the Naaru
The tribe is going to start a war again?
Murphy was not too surprised to hear the news. In fact, this was already within his expectations and was also a consensus reached by all alliance players.
Just think about it and you will understand that the main focus of this game is PVP + PVE. PVE is naturally about fighting bosses and clearing dungeons.
The core gameplay of PVP is faction confrontation and story battles.
This game currently does not have battlefields and arenas like in traditional games - in fact, it is estimated that even if it is launched, it will not be that popular. Who would want to play house when you can personally participate in a war that changes history - unless there are benefits or something.
Therefore, the Horde's counterattack on Azeroth is almost a foregone conclusion. If the Horde doesn't come, where would all the PVP content come from?
Regardless of whether it is the Horde players, Alliance players, game officials, or even the wishes of the characters in the story, this war is inevitable, it is just a matter of whether it is fought sooner or later.
What surprised Murphy a little was the time when the tribe chose to start the war. He originally thought it would take at least half a year or a year, but it has only been a few months and they couldn't help but start a war again. He didn't know how many people the tribe had and whether they could gather a million-strong army again. Although orcs can give birth, it has only been a few months. They can't give birth so quickly, right?
This isn't the greenskin in Warhammer that can undergo mitosis.
The timing was quite good. The Kingdoms of Stromgarde and Quel'Thalas had just withdrawn from the alliance, and the strength of the Alliance had declined significantly.
However, the tribe has split into so many factions, and the older generation of heroes are almost all dead, so it seems to have become much weaker.
It’s hard to say what will happen if a real fight breaks out.
Another thing that surprised him was that Emperor Shenwu received the news so quickly, while there was still no news on the forum.
Aidan (Protector of Alterac): "How did you know?"
Emperor Shenwu (King of Centaurs): "Have you heard of tribal groups?"
Murphy nodded. Of course he had heard of it. The investment company personally opened by the tribal chief was well-known.
“I have invested tens of millions in the Tribal Group, so I am a shareholder of moderate size. Therefore, any major actions of the tribe must be reported to us in advance and the consent of us shareholders must be obtained before they can be implemented. After all, tribal wars are not only a game behavior, but also a business behavior, so naturally they know about it.
This plan has just been submitted, but it has been approved by the majority of shareholders. It is estimated that the battle will start in two days. This matter is also related to you, so I am telling you to prepare early. "
Murphy was speechless after hearing this. You are a shareholder of the tribe... It turns out that capital has no borders.
However, he did know the news in advance, so he could make use of it.
For example, if you resell war supplies in advance, you can at least make a lot of money.
"Are you going to join the tribe?" Morgan Lisa suddenly asked suspiciously. "I feel that the style of centaurs and tribes is quite similar."
The Emperor Shenwu laughed loudly. "Of course it's impossible. I'm the King of Centaurs, so why would I go and join those orcs? Our Dark Night Alliance is now more powerful than the tribe. But it's just a game. We can't really destroy the other side by fighting to the death. We are just making arrangements in advance. Look, we've arrived at Haotian City."
Ahead, the magnificent city finally came into view.
The city is located on an open plain, surrounded by vast grasslands and sparse forests, giving it a royal atmosphere.
Murphy looked at the magnificent city in front of him, sighing, but couldn't help but think about the current dynamics of the tribe. He didn't know when the attack would be launched. Should he notify Stormwind? And Godwin, if he knew about this, how would he react?
After all, he is also one of the top leaders of the alliance. If a real fight breaks out, this will be a good opportunity to gain plot points. It's just that it will affect the dragon-slaying operation a little. What a pity.
But there is no need to be afraid. At worst, you can go and slay dragons during normal times, and come back to join the battle when the big war breaks out.
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Meanwhile - Draenor - Terokkar Forest:
This cold and silent forest is exceptionally lively today. The orcs' combat boots trample the soil, the war wolves' roars scare them away, and the orc army, like a torrent, surrounds this City of Holy Light.
On a hillside only a few miles away from the city wall, Badao Wuqing rode on his wolf, looking at the majestic city in front of him that exuded a sacred aura, and felt a little emotional. What a big city! It was so lucky that it could survive the wave of orcs sweeping across Draenor.
That light must be emitted by a creature called 'Naaru'.
In fact, what he, the chief of the tribe, didn't know was that Shattrath had actually been conquered once by the orcs, and the city was massacred.
The residents of the city today were reunited after the coming of the Naaru. There are not only Draenei, but also survivors and refugees from other races, almost all of whom are victims of the orc wave.
Now they are hiding in this city, trying to avoid their biggest enemy. Unfortunately, Badao Wuqing, who has long known the history, has sent people to investigate the city a long time ago. Now it is time to solve this trouble.
A young orc warlord followed on his warg.
Dranosh Saurfang: "Great Warlord, are we really not going to attack? Those Draenei are too weak. Just give me 50,000 troops and I will be able to take them down within three days."
Ba Dao Wuqing glanced at the eager little Saurfang, and then looked at the other side's Xiaohou. Compared with the impulsive and bellicosity of the little Saurfang, Xiaohou was much calmer.
This inevitably surprised him a little. To be honest, in his impression, Xiaohou had always been a reckless and bellicosity-minded person. The nickname "Brainless Xiaohou" in history was not given for nothing.
But I didn't expect that Xiaohou is so calm and composed now. He doesn't show any impetuousness in the face of a big battle. I don't know if it is the result of his father's teachings.
Tyrant Blade (Horde Chieftain): "Be patient, Dranosh. Don't be so impatient. As a warrior, you must always stay calm and don't let anger cloud your mind, otherwise you will die sooner or later.
We need to take a long-term view. Our goal is to conquer Azeroth, not just this ruined little city. It is easy to destroy Shattrath, but we will not gain anything except a large number of casualties and a ruin. On the contrary, keeping it can be of many uses. We can concentrate all the enemies who are dissatisfied with the tribe in this city, which will make it more convenient for us to guard and monitor it.
Also, those creatures called 'Naaru' have something I want, and it would be best if I could get it."
Quack!
A huge crow descended from the sky and transformed into a crow man wizard covered in black feathers.
The birdman limped to the ruthless wolf and prostrated himself before it.
This is the newly recruited allied race of the Horde - the Arakkoa. As the native race of Draenor, they once established a powerful Arakkoa Empire. Later, they were slaughtered and conquered by the orcs. The remaining Arakkoa are hiding in their ruined temples and barely surviving. In the past, the orcs looked down on these weak races and had no other choice but to slaughter them.
But Ba Dao Wu Qing saw their value. At least they could be used as auxiliary spellcasting units or as scouts.
The most important thing is that there is a possibility of adding a new franchise race.
So he found an opportunity to use both carrot and stick and successfully recruited a group of people.
Udak (Arakkoa Wizard): "Great Chief, croak, those stubborn draenei refuse to surrender."
"Have you made my request clear?"
"Quack, of course, quack, but they're willing to talk to you in person, quack."
An orc chieftain said angrily: "Great Chieftain, what are you waiting for? Humph, we should kill them all!"
Badao glared at the orc mercilessly, and the orc chieftain dared not speak any more.
Now with the surrender of Grogo Evil Eye, Badao Wuqing has completely established his authority within the tribe. Mainly because all the big clans have been separated, and the only ones who follow him are the player clans and a few small clans, and they have no confidence to challenge him at all.
Ba Dao glanced at the warlords and chieftains behind him and said, "Who among you is willing to go there for me and tell them my request?"
As soon as these words came out, no one responded.
The hatred between the Draenei and the Orcs is as deep as the sea. Wouldn't it be suicide to go in and negotiate? Besides, negotiation is not the style of the Orcs.
Besides, things like peace talks always make people feel unmanly.
However, after a moment of silence, someone finally stood up.
"Let me do it, Warchief!" Garrosh said calmly.
"Oh, aren't you afraid they will kill you?"
"With the warchief here, they dare not take action. Besides, I will not give them the opportunity." Garrosh was unexpectedly confident.
"Okay, then go ahead. If you die, I will let this city be buried with you." Badao Wuqing said lightly.
The city gate slowly opened, and Garrosh walked in, followed by two orc guards. The ruined streets were crowded with refugees. Those refugees from Shattrath looked at Garrosh with hatred and fear. In the past ten years, the orcs had almost slaughtered the entire planet.
Almost all those who were able to survive had a blood feud with the orcs, but at the same time, the endless killing had already left too many shadows and fears in their hearts. Now, looking at just three orcs, although there was a lot of hatred, there was more fear.
Especially the surging orc army outside the city.
Even the thick walls of Shattrath could not give them any sense of security.
So even though everyone's eyes were filled with anger, no one dared to curse or throw a stone.
In this strange and depressing silence, Garruth walked into the Hall of Holy Light.
In the Hall of Holy Light, Garrosh finally saw the creature called "Naaru".
The Naaru is an energy creature composed of pure holy light. To the Draenei who believe in the way of holy light, they are sacred and noble beings.
There is more than one Naaru, but the one in front of us is undoubtedly their leader. It is not difficult to recognize him just from his size.
It was suspended in the air like a giant jigsaw puzzle, its body made up of many different glowing fragments, which formed a mysterious rune pattern and emitted a soft sacred light, making Garrosh feel inexplicably kind, happy, comfortable and at ease, just like the feeling when he first saw his father.
He nodded as a greeting.
A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, gentle and calm.
A'dal (Naaru): "I am A'dal, leader of the Naaru. Tell me your purpose, orc."
Garrosh Hellscream (Overseer of the Blade): "Mr. A'dal, I have brought the will of the Great Chief. Outside Shattrath, a million tribesmen are ready to destroy the city at any time, but the Great Chief is merciful. He is deeply aware that all the mistakes made by the tribe in the past were the result of the demons of the Burning Legion.
Fel energy almost destroyed the world, so the Warchief has decided to ban the arbitrary use of fel energy.
It was the Draenei who brought the demons into this world, but considering that the Draenei had already paid a heavy price, the chieftain decided not to pursue the responsibility. Since everyone was at fault, let it all go. "
Hearing this, the Draenei around were going crazy. Do you guys know how to talk? It turns out that the orcs almost killed all the Draenei, and it's all our fault?
Let it go...
After saying this, even Garrosh himself felt a little embarrassed. He didn't think that killing and arson were any big deal. Could the orcs' deeds be called evil?
But to be mocked and lied to by someone with open eyes really made me feel inexplicably ashamed.
Fortunately, Xiaohou is a brown-skinned orc, so his blushing is not noticeable.
Garrosh Hellscream (Warlord of the Blade): "The Warchief has decided that as long as Shattrath accepts peace talks and joins the Horde, we will no longer be enemies."
Join a tribe?
The Draenei felt it was extremely absurd. They felt that either they were crazy or the orcs in front of them were crazy. The Draenei had a deep blood feud with the orcs and were almost exterminated. Now they were told to join the Horde...
Garrosh Hellscream (Overseer of the Blade): "Of course, this does not require the Draenei to actually join the Horde's army, as long as they obey the Horde's rule in name, the conflict between the orcs and the Draenei will be over.
Oh, by the way, my chief also said that he hopes to send orc apprentices to learn the way of the Holy Light from you Naaru."
"This is impossible!" the Draenei garrison officer shouted angrily. Teaching the orcs the way of the Holy Light would be like passing on power to the enemy. Moreover, how could these barbaric and bloodthirsty orcs learn the power of the Holy Light? This is as absurd as asking mushroom people to learn how to use fire magic."
Mushroom people are spore people, this thing is plant life...
Garruth glanced at the Draenei garrison commander but did not get angry. In fact, after his father's teachings, he could understand the reactions of these Draenei people.
"Please make a decision, Mr. A'dal. Accept the sincerity of the Great Chief. From now on, Shattrath will become a permanent neutral and peaceful city, and the tribe will promise never to take the initiative to attack Shattrath.
Or if they reject this goodwill, the tribe's army will crush the city into powder within a day, and every resident in the city, regardless of race or age, will be slaughtered.
Join the tribe or be crushed, it all depends on Mr. Adar's choice."
These iron-blooded but realistic remarks suddenly made the roars in the hall become extremely quiet. Yes, it was not just them, there were also their families and children, and all the Draenei warriors fell silent.
