Since the day of the Cataclysm, more than 100,000 tribesmen have died, some of them died in disasters, and more than 70% died in the hands of raging elements.
There are reports of patrols and garrisons being attacked everywhere, but it is difficult to do any effective damage to fire elementals with weapons in the hands of orcs.
Shamans are simply in short supply
Sal finally made a decision to call a small leaders’ meeting, including troll leaders Woking, Tauren Chieftain Kane, forgotten leader Delano, trade prince GallyWix, Sal’s staff, old orc warrior Eitreg, and Garrush Hellscream.
"I think everyone knows what happened in the tribe recently." Sal was the first one.
Garrush’s hands clasped his chest and his face was full of unhappiness. "Knowing that our territory in the northern territory was shamefully stolen, the alliance refused to give it to the tribe, and Neltharion, the damn black lizard, took revenge on the whole planet because of his personal vendetta with the dragon aspects alliance, which brought trouble to the tribe."
Woking couldn’t help it. "Young people can’t talk nonsense! The evil ancient gods never stopped plotting to destroy this world! No matter whether the world has an alliance or not … "
Sal interrupted the troll chief. "Forget it, Woking. We have more important things to deal with."
Woking gouged out Garrush and was finally silent.
Galveston Rush cold hum a really don’t look at WoJin one.
Their performance gave Sal a big headache, but Sal forced the conversation back. "Now the serious problem we are facing can not be solved by swords and axes alone. The earthquake has shaken every piece of land, and the biological countryside is raging. I heard the cry of pain from our planet Azeroth. If we don’t solve this world-wide terrorist disaster, other alliance tribes and all creatures on this planet will die."
This topic is so heavy that even if it is as unruly as Garush, it becomes silent.
Sal continued, "My spy just got a message that Magny Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge, has turned himself into a diamond man through the earth slate in pursuit of semi-divine power. I think it’s time for the tribe to make sacrifices and concessions."
The body of the Chapter 1762 The Cold War
Sacrifice and compromise?
Almost at the sound of these two words, Kane and Woking jumped up.
"Big Chief, wait!"
"Big chief, you should not be …"
Sal waved his hand. "Don’t get excited!"
He ordered the two chiefs to sit quietly.
Everyone in the meeting room pricked up their ears.
"Yes, I’m really going to follow Magny Bronzebeard’s example to pursue semi-divine power. My strength has reached the bottleneck early in the morning. I still have a good chance of success if I take advantage of the will of Azeroth to ask for help. Think about what a true demigod means to the tribe."
Kane and Woking were all silent.
Tribes are desperately suppressed by the alliance, of course, because of the lack of high-end combat power in economic, scientific and military fields.
A mere one who listens to propaganda or not can’t be a demigod opponent in the league. After all, gruer is a demigod, not a real demigod.
In case the alliance and the tribe start fighting, gruer will never last a minute, and that guy will run away or defect.
If the tribe can have a real demigod, at least the high-end combat power will have the possibility to compete with the alliance
You can’t be equal to the league, at least once you fight, you have resistance.
Everyone knows that Sal is very strong. Maybe he is not the strongest fighter or the strongest Faye, but his comprehensive combat power is one of the best in his tribe.
He has never been able to upgrade the demigod, and he has also been dragged down by tribal miscellaneous.
Sal’s mind was distracted by the will of the demigod Azeroth to ask for help everywhere, and there was really a great chance for Sal to pass.
Timing is a missed thing, and there is no time every minute.
Sal is an enhanced and elemental shaman, and his demigod is also very helpful to suppress this elemental disaster in Azeroth.
In addition, the wise Woking also thought that if Sal retired from the position of tribal chief for this reason, this politics would also be a retreat, which would not only avoid sending orcs to make things difficult for Sal, but also allow the mainstream young orcs to try.
In case it doesn’t work, Sal can come back to take charge after being promoted to demigod.
Just as Duke Marcus, the leader of the League, did at the beginning, Duke also disappeared more than once. However, if we want to keep an effective ruling class, the League will not be chaotic. When he returned as a demigod, the League ushered in leap after leap.
Sosal’s becoming a demigod must be a boon to the tribe.
Now the question is, when Sal wants to be promoted, it’s the stupidest thing to do. So … who is suitable to be a great chief?
Woking swept his eyes across the field and suddenly thought of a bad possibility …
Woking quickly asked, "What are you going to do, Chief?"
"Although our world collapses every day, we have evacuated most of our people there. Actually, there are still two-thirds left in Nageland. I intend to go back to Nageland through the Dark Gate and ask my grandmother who refused to leave Nageland for help."
"How long will it take?" Kane asked
"A few weeks, a few months or even a year … I don’t know how long it will take for the elemental demigod. After all, this is a completely unknown field. After all, as far as I know, several demigods in the alliance are inconsistent when they are promoted."
International once again filled with silence.
"A tribe can’t live without a leader for a day," Sal stressed. "Since everyone has no problem with me attacking the demigod, let’s discuss who is the most suitable for the tribe."
It’s called discussion and recommendation. This is political art.
The tribe was first established by the orcs. At the moment, the biggest force of the whole tribe is still the orcs. Whether it is population, combat power or political influence, the orcs all have absolute advantages.
In this political situation, sal actually has no choice.
After a few false excuses, Sal finally ordered the chief of Garush * Hellscream to "leave the Garush tribe to you. Unfortunately, because your record is not very outstanding, I hope you can launch a [Makgola] after I announce my abdication, so that all chiefs who are interested in being a big chief can challenge you fairly."
"I am deeply honored! Chief, I bet that Garush * Hellscream won’t be lost to an orc in [Makgora]. "
Chiefs of several races have noticed that Garush has "orcs"
Sal patted Galush on the shoulder and sighed in his heart. He also knew that Galush was too reckless and was not a suitable chief.
But he represents the largest force in the orcs, and there is really no candidate among the younger generation except him.
After all, the tall dead horse is chosen as a living horse doctor among the short people.
Sal was uneasy and ordered, "I know you’re not ready to be a big chief, but I think Woking, Kane and Ithrig will give you a lot of advice …"
Galveston Rush interrupted sal "no! I think I’m ready, and no matter how many suggestions the staff make, won’t the final decision be made by the chief? I think I have the insight to lead the tribe to prosperity. "
Sal was choked on the spot, and even his eyes twitched.
In the end, a thousand words turned into a sigh, crying in my heart that it would be good for Garush not to collapse the tribe …
This is the only choice in Nye’s desperate situation.
Without saying anything more, Salli patted Garrush on the shoulder, which was an encouragement.
The news that Sal unloaded the Chief was also sent to Duke’s table for the first time. Everyone knows that the so-called [Makgora] is just a passing tribe, and no one of his peers can do it like Garush.
No, Duke was nervous, and the leader of his alliance spoke quickly.
A throne meeting was called immediately.
They are all old faces. The only difference is that Muradin has replaced his eldest brother in the illusory projection.
"What do you think of the new chief of the tribe who roared out of Garush Hell?" Duke asked.
