Chapter 592 Pie with Shit
Just like what Sylvanas complained about, Charlemagne had already made some preparations in advance when Emmoreel reported the change of the Blasted Lands for the first time.
When the Sun King and the Sun King arrived at the oath headquarters with the golden eagle flag hanging on the purple background, many leaders of various ethnic groups had already come to the big round table in the center, chatting in twos and threes.
As Queen Azshara arrived with Elisande and a group of royal maids, the conference was officially held. Jaina, Kane and others quickly restrained their previous relaxed expressions.
Queen Azshara first walked to the indoor map and tapped the location of the cursed land, then turned her head and said to everyone, "Everyone should have received the news, the portal of darkness has opened again, and now we have joined forces with the Alliance and The Horde has formed a defensive line around the gate."
Leaders of various tribes, including Kael'thas, nodded one after another. Oath also has a stronghold in the southern part of the Blasted Lands. The main members are the blood wave naga and murloc slaves controlled by Queen Azshara.
Kirin Tor Chairman Luo Ning raised his hand and asked his own doubts, "I have a question. The three forces should not have many troops left behind in the cursed land. How did we defend the Dark Portal without a large increase in troops? ?”
After all, Luo Ning is also a person who has experienced the second orc war. He has heard about the throughput of the Dark Portal from the classics and the mouth of the older generation. not enough!
Azshara nodded approvingly, "It's a good point of view, this is one of the doubts about the demons' actions, Charlemagne..."
The Queen turned her attention to the Grand Duke of Quel'Thalas, "You come to explain their doubts, and by the way, let me tell you about our response to the opening of the Dark Portal."
"yes!"
Charlemagne turned his head and nodded to Kael'thas, and strode up to the stage after obtaining the approval of the Sun King.
"First of all, let me answer Chairman Ronin's question. The demon's action pattern is indeed very strange. Although they opened the Dark Portal, they did not send a large number of troops from Outland to invade Azeroth."
"Rather than invasion... I think the word escape should be used to describe the demons led by Kazak."
"get away?"
Jaina frowned puzzledly, "Demons can escape? Aren't they not afraid of death? Anyway, they can be resurrected from the Twisting Nether after death."
Charlemagne smiled and nodded to Jaina, "Although I don't want to use this statement, but their mode of action shows so."
"After the portal of darkness opened, Kazak fled to the opposite side through the portal connecting Outland and Azeroth. The number of demons gushing out of the portal of darkness was not many, most Cannon fodder races like voidwalkers and imps."
Velen said thoughtfully, "There aren't even Fel Guards and Wrath Guards... It's even more unlikely that the Eredars will have one, right?"
"Exactly."
Charlemagne nodded and affirmed the prophet's judgment, "That's why I used the word escape very reluctantly. Although I don't know what the devil's intentions are for the time being, but...to be honest, the incident in Outland this time has nothing to do with us."
The draenei in Shattrath City have evacuated in large numbers, and the expedition team of the Alliance has returned to their hometown long ago. Now the only forces left in Outland and related to the oath are Maladar, who has gone mad in Auchindoun, and the remaining forces in Outland. The Kureni Breaker that Nagrand is unwilling to leave.
The last time I saw Boss Dan, he was still able to calmly pretend to be aggressive in front of the other party, now...
Charlemagne turned his head and glanced at Malfurion at the round table. At this time, the arch druid's spirit was a little bit weak. It seemed that he should have worked hard in recent months, and the source... was Charlemagne Theron, Or on Kieran Farstrider.
Tyrande was completely undisguised at this time, his fiery eyes looked at Charlemagne affectionately amidst the rather weird expressions of the leaders of the vowed clans.
'Yaoshou... I can't afford to mess with an old maid who has been around for ten thousand years. This kind of enthusiasm can melt people. '
Charlemagne secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, tried to remain calm and continued, "My plan is to fool... no, to persuade the tribe to enter the Dark Portal to deal with this change in Outland. After all, Nagrand still has a lot of untouched Fel-tainted Mag'har orcs."
Fandral frowned, and he said with some displeasure, "Why do you want to make those green skins stronger, Charlemagne, you should know their aggressiveness and belligerence, right?"
Charlemagne showed a strange smile on his face, "Of course I know, but the problems in Outland always need to be solved by people. Give the tribe a motivation, and they should rush in and return to their hometown screaming."
"It just happens that the tribe can find out the devil's intentions for us, and the massive number of evil orcs in Hellfire Peninsula can also draw a lot of their energy."
Evil orcs...Charlemagne doesn't know where that guy Illidan went to find another abyss lord to bleed. This guy seems to have a paranoid preference for the species of Evil orcs beyond ordinary people. The Fire Peninsula was still full of red-skinned evil orcs.
And... to be reasonable, Charlemagne's idea is actually not well-intentioned.
Indeed, after gaining Maghan's population of over one million, the strength of the entire tribe will experience an explosive growth, but! The food problem will become one of the biggest problems plaguing the tribe.
Now the Horde's occupied areas on the Kalimdor continent are basically barren areas that the oath does not need. The troops heading to Tanaris were also stubbornly blocked by the local Sandfury trolls.
On the eastern continent, the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad are both good places to grow food. Unfortunately, because of a bunch of plague experiments conducted by the Forsaken, the entire Arathi Highlands have been polluted by green disgusting liquid.
The Forsaken themselves don't care, since the dead don't need to eat anyway, but Goyle and Vol'jin are very saddened by their reckless behavior.
Guyle personally issued an order from the great chief, ordering the Royal Pharmacists Association under Solas to stop research on "medicines", and the farm centered on Hammerfall Town in the northeast of the Arathi Highlands was successfully established.
As for Stranglethorn Valley, the life here is in line with the traditional hunting style of the orcs, but the meat cannot be preserved for a long time without treatment.
Besides, the entire Stranglethorn Valley is still restrained by the Alliance and attacked by jungle trolls. It is difficult to rely on this place to produce food!
The same is true for the Hinterlands. It is not easy for the evil tooth, a small clan of forest trolls, to survive under the shadow of the evil branch trolls. It is impossible to stand up and become the master...at least in a short period of time.
Garrod had a flash of inspiration at this time, and he looked up at Charlemagne in shock, "Could it be... you mean that the food problem will trigger civil strife in the tribe?"
"hehe."
Charlemagne didn't answer directly, but just chuckled twice, but when everyone saw the wicked smile on this guy's face, they immediately affirmed their thoughts.
Even Mograine, the death knight who had a great enmity with the tribe, felt a little chill in his heart at this moment, 'This move is really vicious...'
(end of this chapter)