Titan Tour of Azeroth

Kalimdor continent, tribal capital Orgrimmar.

The layout in the chief's hall remained unchanged. The brazier in the center of the hall made a crackling sound. A group of high-level gangsters stood under the throne, and Thrall walked back and forth in front of the throne.

"Garrosh's changes during this time, I think everyone sees him. He is a qualified tribal warrior, glory is burning in his heart, we should give him a chance to prove himself, so I also accepted his challenge in the arena . "

"Oh, I have no doubt about Garrosh's glory. I doubt who his loyalty is, Horde? Orc?" Woking said slowly, the old troll, he had no doubt about Garros Shi's senses have not been very good.

"He still has a lot of orc supremacy, which is not good." Kane Bloodhoof nodded and echoed, "But maybe he has indeed changed, aside from the previous shortcomings, Garrosh is indeed Has the abilities and duties of a great chief. "

Kane's words were immediately approved by everyone present. After all, despite the orc supremacy and the more radical political attitude of the camp, Garrosh did show the ability and responsibility of the chieftain.

No one likes a cowering chieftain, and the orcs are not humans. There is no need for a king who can only hide in the hall of the king to deal with the nobility all day.

Well, King Varian stated that he did not want to do this, but the noble tradition of human aristocracy forced him to do so.

To return to the truth, the earth and the elements are calling Thrall, and this call is becoming more urgent. The tribe is extremely proud of being able to lay a ground guardian in their camp, so Thrall succeeds the death wing. There will be no problems.

The Ring of the Earth organization is ready to go. This team of elite shamans from all over the world will fully assist Thrall and pay everything for the stability of the world of Azeroth.

So now everything is ready, just wait for Thrall to deal with the tribe's family affairs, and then officially embark on the road of the guardian.

"Varok, in addition to the Kukaron Guard, the affairs of the army at all levels of the tribe will be left to you. Garrosh is young and energetic. You will check and balance him, and you will certainly let him grow up, when you think it is appropriate. And return the power to him. "

Thrall stopped, and turned to look at King Saurfang.

King Saurfang nodded, then smiled bitterly, "Garrosh will probably hate me."

"Actually, you are the best successor, Vorok, you are going to lead the tribe to move on, we have no opinion." Kane * blood hoof scratched his head.

"I am a veteran, politics is the only thing I want to escape, my axe will not bring any help for me to manage the entire tribe."

King Saurfang immediately waved his hand vigorously. He really had no intention of becoming a tribal chief.

"Okay, guys, this matter is over. Now, let me finish the last big thing I did for the tribe."

Thrall stepped down from the throne and led a group of high-level gangsters to leave the chiefs hall. A group of distinguished guests will soon arrive in Orgrimmar, and they must go to meet them.

The war in Northwest Northrend has just come to an end. The soldiers have not ended their celebration, and another big news spread across the world in an instant.

The Zandalari clan finally made the final decision, ended its long closed country, opened the Zandalari Islands to the outside world, and officially joined the tribe.

This move can be described as a rock that stirred up thousands of waves, and the alliance of eating melons and watching dramas in the eastern kingdom of the mainland could not sit still. The tribe sulked and made a fortune. .

The glorious and powerful troll empire at that time, apart from the royal Gurubashi tribe, there was only the Zandalari tribe, a high-level group that was also the ruling class.

Now that Gurubashi and Zandalar have joined the tribe, then this can be regarded as inheriting the legitimacy of the troll empire, at least in the eyes of other troll tribes.

In the future, which troll tribe has encountered difficulties, and would like to hug his thighs and confuse the big brother, then I do n’t have to think about it, I will definitely go to the tribe, and I can only go to the tribe.

And now the Darkspear tribe of Wojin, no one dare to say that they are betrayed exiles, according to the current situation, the other troll tribes have done the same thing, you can't always scold yourself.

Well, I do n’t know who was always calling the Darkspear tribe a tribe ’s dogleg.

and so. . . Really fragrant.

Of course, the reason why the Zandalari clan took so long to make a decision was not because they were indecisive, but because there was a fierce disagreement about joining the tribe.

Well, saying that the differences are a bit lighter, they directly fought a small civil war, and the scope was controlled by high-level groups.

After returning to China with Princess Tarangi, the leader of the Prophet Zul plotted and launched a coup. The sudden attack was carried out in Zandalah. If it was not for the help of God Loa, King Rastaha I don't know if I can make a comeback.

Zur refused to continue to obey the leadership and command of the **** Rastaha, and absolutely insisted that Zandalar should continue to avoid the world, rather than choose to open to the outside world, and also go to join the tribe.

To say something that is not very pleasant, it seems that all the troll prophets have a kind of stinky disease. The Gurubashi tribe has split up the worship of the Hakkari blood **** and is crazy about the power of the blood **** Haka.

Now the same problem is happening inside Zandalari. Zul he abandoned the belief of the **** Loa and instead accepted the ancient dark power of the blood **** Gohorn and played blood worship.

Well, in some respects, you can't say that Zul is wrong, after all, the power of the blood **** Gohorn is indeed much stronger than the **** Loa.

Regardless of whether Gohorn is a natural ancient **** or a pseudo-old ancient **** research experiment body created by Titan, this cute big bug is indeed awe-inspiring and powerful, and also has the same mental whispering brainwashing as the natural ancient god. Ability, the Pantheon of Titans came up with a qualified cottage product.

All in all, Zul launched an attack on Rastaha, who was beaten into a dog on the spot, and Zul was almost successful.

Then, of course, it is a standard counterattack routine. Loa spirits from all walks of life came to help, and Princess Tarangi waved and cheered to cheer. The **** Rastaha brother added a bunch of explosive buffs. The operation was fierce, and Zul turned into a dog.

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Cough, anyway, Zul is almost finished, but Zul is not a brother who gave up easily. He found that the coup failed, and Zul also stayed soon, led the Prophet's young brothers to retreat decisively, commonly known as fleeing.

They first went to the sleep of the kings of the sacred mausoleum of the Zandalari tribe, using the power of blood to corrupt and awaken a group of ancient troll brothers, and then quickly spurred on, and ran to their holy place Aodir in their hearts. Ghoen, the blood **** of freedom, went.

At this point, there was an additional rebel army inside Zandalar, and the situation was almost like that of Gulabashi and Hakkari.

Therefore, King Rastaha couldn't sit still. He said that he could no longer drag on. He had to find foreign aid, and never let the Prophet of Zul release the **** of blood, Gohan, otherwise the whole Zandalar would be finished.

The Akundas expressed their support, and the **** Rastaha said that you are so bad, you are not a strong foreign aid without asking you.

The Akunda religion expressed great anger, and the Akundas wanted to pay the heavy price to the **** Rastaha.

Okay, you group of mentally handicapped gods, hurry up, don't talk nonsense, and form a messenger group with our Zandalari court official, go to Kalimdor mainland to find a tribe.

Good brother, do it right away, brother.

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