noveltune Chapter 842 Ultimatum (1 more)
Chapter 842 Ultimatum (1 more)
Chapter 842 Ultimatum (1 more)
Far water cannot save near fire.
No matter which race has a similar allusion.
Even if Thrall doesn't know much about economics, he still knows that the tribe is facing a desperate situation.
On the one hand, an army of one hundred thousand had to continue to surround the natural disaster fortress on Taurazu, and on the other hand, hundreds of thousands of refugees were sitting and eating in Feralas.
The situation has become so bad that it cannot be exacerbated.
If it weren't for the fact that the Iron Horde would bring troops, weapons and even dry food every month, the tribe would have collapsed early due to the poor food supply and transportation.
As a price, Thrall had to accept the request made by [Steel Horde].
The original words from the mysterious leader over there are as follows: "We are in a world that is about to collapse, and there is no future here. We have always supported our compatriots unconditionally. The biggest reason is that we hope that the Iron Horde can come to this Azeroth." world."
The only place to comfort Thrall is that in addition to the soldiers, there are also an equal number of refugees - fellow orcs who seem to be indistinguishable from 'our world (Draenor)'.
This in turn increases the burden on New Orgrimmar.
Primitive orcs, if you give them a hunting ground, you can take care of everything by yourself, and life and death depend on fate.
Today's tribes pay more attention to large corps operations and are more closely connected with each other. If the chief needs a force that can fight, the chief must provide more things.
This is a vicious circle.
When Thrall asked Vol'jin to take his men to go fishing in the sea opposite Feathermoon Fortress, Vol'jin couldn't speak easily: "Warchief, you, that, will the Alliance fleet there..."
Thrall stared at the east. The human leader with a mysterious smile was in the poetic fortress two hundred kilometers behind the mountain.
"I met MacDonald Stratholme once, he is a very thoughtful young leader. Smart, not pedantic. Unfortunately, after talking to him, I really know that the alliance will not let go of the hatred with orcs and trolls .”
When Thrall said this, Vol'jin's eyes dimmed.Strictly speaking, the Darkspear trolls are not the same as the trolls in the eastern kingdom.If you really want to count the ancestors, the ancestors of the night elves were also trolls.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of most humans and high elves, a troll is a troll.
Sal continued: "To my surprise, McDonald was quite adamant about the 'rules.'"
"rule?"
"Yes! Especially the rules he made himself."
Vol'jin spread his hands and signaled Thrall to continue talking.
"Since the year before last, the Alliance has had to complete the crusade against Blackwing Lair, Molten Core, and the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj in one go. Several large-scale wars have exhausted their resources and manpower. At the same time, In addition, Naxxramas destroyed the food production bases of the alliance countries, which made the current alliance completely unable to launch a super war to wipe out the tribe."
Woking interface: "So the alliance came up with a way to consume the tribe with the construction area?"
"Yes! I wasn't too sure before. Now it seems that the alliance is really smart." There was a smile on the corner of Thrall's mouth: "The alliance and the tribe are destined not to tolerate each other, and it will not affect me to try it. The so-called How strong is the temporary alliance. I remember that the non-aggression treaty we signed was until Naxxramas was completely destroyed, right?"
"That's right!"
"Then let's try whether McDonald is a hypocrite or a real villain in the mouth of human beings."
In December 11 at the Dark Portal, it was freezing cold.
When McDonnell went back to Stratholme City for the winter and taught Calia how to dig a well in a simple way in the bedroom of his Duke's mansion, he suddenly heard the news that tens of thousands of trolls jumped into the sea to fish.
He hurried to contact Shandris Feather Moon, the guard of Feather Moon Fortress.
"Didn't the trolls be expelled?"
"We expelled it, we said this is our territorial waters, and the trolls said they didn't see the sign of the border. Then we ignored our warships and submarines and continued to fish with various primitive tools." Shandris in the magic mirror Annoyed.
McDonnell was dumbfounded for a while, and it took several seconds to react: "It's really you, Sal!"
In this era, national borders are very vague things.
Even if the wild boars set up a shelf on the wasteland and put a skeleton on it, it can be said that this is their own territory.
As for whether other races recognize it or not, it is often the one with the big fist that has the final say.
This is the reason why the Horde first expanded its borders to the side of Ashenvale.
Not to mention the boundary, not to mention the concept of [territorial sea].
It's not just bragging, even if there are, there are many ways to do it.
I said this sea area is mine, you said [right of freedom of navigation].
What longitude and latitude determine economic sea power, a joke, people's tribes don't have the concept of longitude and latitude at all.
McDonnell learned that none of the trolls ran ashore, let alone approaching Feathermoon Fortress, so theoretically it cannot be said to have violated the alliance's territory.
For some reason, McDonnell remembered that a certain tough fisherman went to the island country to fish. The boat was outside the coastal defense line of the family, but it just rushed to the cordon of the Maritime Self-Defense Force, and a gorgeous tail flick , Swimming a [-]-kilometer-long fishing net along the ocean currents, and with one net down, all the roe and grandchildren will be caught.
"Damn it! Thousands of trolls and orcs are running into the sea, messing up the coral reefs on the bottom of Feathermoon Fortress. Leader, can't we open fire?" Shandris was full of resentment.
"This... really doesn't work."
After cutting off communication with Shandris, Macdonald said the same thing to the leaders of other nations and races at the Throne Council.
"Even if it is a temporary non-aggression treaty, it is the will of all members of the alliance. If an organization maintained by order first breaks the order established by itself, then there is no covenant in the world that can be trusted. Dark marks of division , will take root in the hearts of every leader, every soldier, and every civilian.”
"This is not only for our own people to see, but also to tell countries and races that may join the alliance in the future. The alliance is a transnational and interracial organization that sincerely hopes to be fair and just."
What he said was grand and grand, and the big shots couldn't argue with it.
That's right, temporary teammates are teammates too.
When the alliance sells teammates and younger brothers at every turn like the ugly country, you are fine when you are strong, but once you show signs of weakness, all teammates will want you to die together.
Gene looked up: "Then what do we do?"
"Give the tribe an ultimatum and let them go!"
On the second day of the Darkspear trolls' group fishing, Thrall was not surprised to welcome Darian, the envoy of the Alliance.
"Our side is deeply disappointed with the combat power of the tribe. Please immediately give up enough fighting space for the alliance in the tribe army in the Taurazu area. The alliance will launch a decisive battle against the Naxxramas tectonic area in two days, and it is expected that within three days End the fight."
Thrall's heart beat violently: "Then according to the previous agreement between the Horde and the Alliance..."
Darian stood at attention and solemnly declared: "The temporary non-aggression covenant between our two sides will become invalid the moment the last leader of Naxxramas falls."
(End of this chapter)