Stratholme God

Chapter 841 "Gameness" (3 more)

Chapter 841 "Gameness" (3 more)

Tauren chief Kane was mixed with joy and sorrow when he heard the news.

"Father, what's the matter? Isn't it good for the Alliance to help us? Our clansmen are already in the dark." Kane's 12-year-old son Bain* Bloodhoof asked his father puzzled.

"You little calf..." Kane lightly punched the two-meter-tall son on the chest: "It's not as simple as you think."

"I don't understand, that's why I asked Dad!"

"Don't tell me what I say." Kane said solemnly, staring at his son with a pair of bull's eyes bigger than copper bells.

"Yeah." Bane nodded.

"I...maybe let the tauren join a wrong organization..." Kane finally poured out his inner depression over the years as if pouring out bitter water.

I first joined the tribe because I felt that the folk customs of orcs and trolls were similar to those of the tauren. We were all nomads and had common enemies such as centaurs. From cooperation to entering the pit, it was almost a matter of course.

Thrall was indeed a great leader, and he treated the tauren and trolls fairly.

What Kane didn't expect was that all the orcs, including Thrall, avoided talking about one thing - they provoked a super powerful world-class organization [Alliance], and it was the orcs who invaded the world of Azeroth first. Attempts to exterminate humans, dwarves, and dwarves forced each other to unite. In the end, the orcs were killed by the alliance and driven out of the eastern kingdom across the sea.

After knowing this, Kane has been worried.

Especially after knowing that the leader of the alliance was holding an antler sword, Kane felt even more guilty.

According to legend, 1 years ago, a night elf warrior with a staghorn ax slashed the evil god Sargeras, repelled the Burning Legion, and restored peace in Azeroth.

For a long time, the tauren and the night elves believed in the power of nature together, and regarded Cenarius, the king of the forest, and Malorne, the god of the white stag, as the gods of common belief.

The former tauren archdruid also personally confirmed from Cenarius that the warrior back then was not a night elf, but a human who magically traveled through the past.

And that human being was recognized by the moon goddess Elune as her God's chosen people.

After hearing and seeing McDonald Stratholme's antler sword, seeing the attitude of the night elf high priest Tyrande, and knowing the power of the Bronze Dragon King, Kane confirmed this.

This is very uncomfortable.

The tauren was completely tricked by the orcs and brought into the ditch. Just because of the small enemy of the centaur, they inexplicably got into an alliance with the orcs and trolls.

That invincible torrent of steel, that is enough to kill the evil gods, is not something the tauren can fight against.

If God gives a chance, let Kane choose again, he will never let the tauren join the tribe.

But now that he is quitting the tribe, it is tantamount to breaking the covenant. Leaving aside whether he can turn around and join the alliance, the tauren will have to face the wrath of the orcs first.

It is impossible for the tauren who have suffered heavy losses to withstand the offensive of the Iron Horde.

Kane babbled and vomited bitterness to Er Zai, who didn't know much about it. In fact, he didn't expect Er Zai to understand, but the upright brother Niu really had nowhere to tell his distress, so he could only use it to mediate his mood.

"Son, swear! You swear to me that you will never say what father said today."

"Father, I swear in the name of my ancestors!"

Who knows, Kane finished complaining here, and the guards over there reported Thrall's visit.

Brother Big Niu was frightened on the spot.

This... This is what happened! ?

It was clearly early winter, and Kane was sweating profusely.

But Thrall came, and he came upright. He got on the bull-powered elevator in Thunder Bluff, and came with only two guards with his hands empty.

Incomparably magnanimous!

"The chief of the tribe, Thrall, came to visit the tauren chief Kane—" Without passing through, Thrall himself completed the 'roll call' with a thick voice of 150 decibels.

The more frank he is, the more guilty Kane feels.

"Great Chief..." Kane bowed deeply, voluntarily admitting his mistake: "I know that I was wrong to ask Hamuul for help from the Alliance, and I am willing to take all the responsibilities. But the other tauren are innocent, they Just a bunch of poor people dying of starvation."

Denial is impossible to deny.

When Hamuul was asked to try it, Kane never thought that he could hide it.

The tauren's physique is right there, he is only [-] meters tall at every turn, and he has to ride a Kodo beast weighing more than a ton when he travels far.

The racial talent endowed the tauren with exaggerated blood volume, and also made it impossible for them to become thieves.

Think about it, let a big cow's hoof steal things like tweezers...

Well, this style of painting is too beautiful.

Kane just didn't expect Thrall to come so quickly.

When Thrall saw Kane confessing, the first reaction on his face was a wry smile: "Chief Kane is right, even if there is a mistake, it is me, the great chief, who is wrong. I pulled the tauren into the tribe, not only can I not give The better life of the tauren has dragged you into endless wars, and even basic food cannot be guaranteed.”

"No, no, the Scourge is the enemy of all the living."

For a moment, the two big men felt sorry for each other, and each confessed, and the painting style became a bit messy.

Kane gritted his teeth: "Great Chief, no matter how much food the Alliance gives us this time, I will give half of it to New Orgrimmar."

"No! Please believe me, although McDonald is a person who abides by the rules, he will never take advantage of the orcs. So how much he gives, the tauren can keep it for themselves." Thrall looked up at the sky outside Thunder Bluff, a little Disappointed.

"That……"

"This is the sin of our fathers, and it should be borne by us. As long as the tauren can continue to prosper, I will be very happy. We will handle the matter on Feralas ourselves."

Kane's face froze.

He knew that from this moment on, whether he wanted it or not, the tauren's relationship with the rest of the tribe would not be the same as before.Even if they are harmonious on the surface, there will probably be dissatisfaction in their hearts.

People are like this, it’s okay for everyone to be hungry, why should you tauren be full and us orc trolls go hungry?

New Orgrimmar can't survive this time, it's okay to disband the tribe, if the tribe survives, maybe the tauren will suffer.

Kane, on the other hand, had no choice.

He knew very well that the tauren were short of food, and the orcs were even more short of food.The orc refugees who used to eat meat have already gnawed bark all over the mountains and plains in Feralas.

As for the worms that flew over before, heck, they've already eaten them up.

Kane was in a daze, not knowing how he sent Thrall away in the end.

At the foot of Thunder Bluff, the elite squad led by Varok and Vol'jin saw Thrall come down, and immediately greeted him.

"How?" Vol'jin asked nervously.

"At least it's stable."

"Oh, it's not Kane's fault."

"I know."

"But the lack of food..." Wojin's face was full of sorrow: "The alliance will not lend us food."

Thrall answered irrelevantly: "I heard that Darkspear trolls are great hunters."

"Of course, whether it's land or water." Vol'jin patted his chest.

"I know, there is another place where there is food."

"where?"

"Feather Moon Fortress... in the sea opposite."

Vol'jin was taken aback, and swallowed.

(End of this chapter)