Chapter 841 "Tolerance" (3 more)

   The Tauren Chief Kane heard the news and was both happy and sad.

   "Father, what's the matter? Can't the Alliance help us? Our clansmen can't help us." Cain's young son Baine Bloodhoof asked his father puzzled.

   "You little calf..." Kane lightly punched the two-meter tall boy 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 said." Kane said solemnly, staring at his son with a pair of bull's eyes bigger than a copper bell.

   "Hmm." Bane nodded.

   "I...Maybe let the tauren join a wrong organization..." Kane seemed to pour out the bitter water, and finally poured out his inner anguish over the years.

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

   Thrall is indeed a great leader, and he treats tauren and trolls fairly.

What Kane didn't expect was: including Thrall, all the orcs avoided talking about one thing-they provoked a super powerful world-class organization [Alliance], and they were the first orcs who invaded the world of Azeroth. In an attempt to exterminate humans, dwarves and dwarfs, they forced each other to unite. In the end, the orcs were killed by the alliance and driven out of the Eastern Kingdom Continent 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, 10,000 years ago, a night elf warrior armed with an antler axe slashed the evil **** Sargeras and repelled the Burning Legion, thus restoring peace to Azeroth.

   For a long time, the tauren and the night elves have always believed in the power of nature, and they have regarded Cenarius, the king of the forest, and Malorne, the **** of white stags, as the gods they believe in together.

  The former Tauren Arch Druid also personally confirmed from Cenarius that that warrior was not a night elf, but a human who magically passed through the past.

   And that human was recognized by the moon goddess Elune as his chosen god.

  After hearing and seeing the antler sword of Macdonald Stratholme, and 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 trapped by the orcs and brought them into the ditch. Just because the centaur was a small enemy, he inexplicably got into an alliance with the orcs and trolls that had a **** feud.

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

   If God gave him a chance and let Kane choose again, he would never let the tauren join the tribe.

   But now that he is quitting the tribe, it is equivalent to betraying the covenant. Not to mention whether he can turn around and join the alliance, first of all, the tauren will face the wrath of the orcs.

   Now the tauren who suffered heavy losses could not withstand the offensive of the Iron Horde.

  Kane rambled and spit out bitterness with the half-understood Erza, in fact, he didn't expect Erza to understand, but the upright Brother Niu really had nowhere to express his distress, so he could only use this to mediate his mood.

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

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

  The ghost knows that, after Kane's ranting over here, the guard over there reports Thrall's visit.

   Big Niu was so frightened that his face was ashes on the spot.

  This...this is what happened! ?

  It was early winter, and Kane was sweating profusely.

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

   Very magnanimous!

   "Tribal Chief Thrall, come to visit Tauren Chief Kane--" No need to pass the message, Thrall himself completed the "roll call" with a 150-decibel voice.

   The more magnanimous he was, the more guilty Kane felt.

"The Great Chief..." Kane bowed deeply and took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I know that it is wrong for me 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.

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

  The tauren's physique is right there, at every turn the height is more than 2.5 meters. To travel long distances, you have to ride a ton of Kodo beasts. Wherever you go, the ground is shaking, and you can't hide it from anyone.

The    racial talent gives the tauren an exaggerated blood volume, which also cuts off the possibility of becoming a thief.

   Think about it, let such a big hoof steal like a pair of tweezers...

   Well, this style is so beautiful.

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

When Thrall saw Kane's confession, the first reaction on his face was a wry smile: "Chief Kane is right, even if there is a mistake, it's me, the big chief. I pulled the tauren into the tribe, not only can't give it A better life for the tauren, and dragged you into endless wars, even basic food cannot be guaranteed."

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

   For a while, the two big men were stunned to sympathize with each other, and they repented each other, and the style of the painting was 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 New Orgrimmar."

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

"That……"

   "This is the sin of our fathers, and we should bear it. As long as the tauren can continue to prosper, I am very happy. We will handle the affairs of Feralas ourselves."

  Kane's face stiffened.

   He knew that from this moment on, whether he wanted to or not, the relationship between the tauren and the other races of the tribe would definitely not be as good as before. Even if they are harmonious on the surface, most of them will have quarrels in their hearts.

  People are like this, everyone is hungry, why are you tauren full, and our orc trolls are hungry?

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

   On the other hand, Kane has no choice.

   He knew very well that the tauren lacked food, and the orcs lacked even more. Orc refugees, who have always eaten meat, have already gnawed bark in the mountains and fields of Feralas.

   As for the insects that flew over before, ahem, they have already eaten clean.

  Kane was confused, wondering how he finally sent Thrall away.

  Under Thunder Cliff, the elite team led by Varok and Vol'jin saw Thrall coming down and immediately greeted him.

   "How?" Vol'jin asked nervously.

   "Stand down anyway."

   "Well, it's not Kane's fault."

"I know."

   "But the lack of food..." Vol'jin's face was full of sadness: "The Alliance will not lend us food."

   Thrall replied, "I heard that Darkspear trolls are great hunters."

   "Of course, on land or in water." Vol'jin patted his chest.

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

"where?"

   "Feathermoon Fortress... across the sea."

   Vol'jin was taken aback and swallowed.

   (end of this chapter)