Chapter 1990 Thrall’s Flattery

Jaina's remarks are a bit smug and may be different from the alliance's mainstream policy of harmonious multi-racial coexistence. As a countermeasure, it can be regarded as an insurance policy.

Hooves had a different opinion: "Delaenei still can't trust the orcs. How many times has it happened. The first time was the blood of demons, the second time was the power of Y'Shaarj, is it necessary a third time?"

"Your Excellency Yrel, if you are really so worried, I think we can let the orcs learn the way of the Holy Light." Tirion's suggestion was simply fantastic.

At this time, Duke, as the commander of the alliance, laughed: "What a brilliant idea. I think it's good, so let's do it. And I think we can add something."

"For example?" Tyrande and everyone were curious.

"What caused tribal turmoil this time and deepened the tendency of war is, in the final analysis, the backward hunting lifestyle of the traditional orcs. The mindless approach of grabbing hunting grounds without prey is too backward. Therefore, we returned part of the barren land Give the land to the Frostwolf clan and teach them farming techniques. I can personally be responsible for assisting the Cenarion Circle to further transform the land in the Barrens."

"This is good." Malfurion was the happiest to see this scene. Regardless of who uses the land, it is a good thing to repair the scars on the earth.

"Then, Thrall and every orc in his Frostwolf clan were forced to learn Common Language within a time limit. If they were unable to complete the task within the time limit, they would be subject to non-violent punishment. I didn't think about the specifics. Poor communication leads to conflicts. One of the root causes is that if we can better understand each other, it will reduce a lot of unnecessary friction."

"Finally, it's the way of life in fixed settlements. With farming as the basis, the way of life must also change accordingly. I think the alliance can do a lot."

In a sense, what Duke did was more like colonization. When a country or nation is colonized for a long time, many lifestyles and ways of thinking will be subtly changed over time.

Just like Asan was ruled by the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets for over a hundred years, traces can still be seen in every aspect to this day. The inextricable connections among them are endless.

Since Thrall chose to join the Alliance as a last resort, don't blame the Alliance for assimilating the orcs.

After the throne meeting reached an initial consensus, Duke summoned Thrall.

The change in status made the two no longer the equals they were before.

Duke didn't intentionally humiliate Sal or anything. Firstly, it was unnecessary, and secondly, it was too petty.

The victory has been decided, and we are no longer enemies, so there is no need to do such a thing to lose our status.

Duke entertained Thrall at the Palace of Lordaeron. As the husband of Queen Kallia, he owned a small palace covering an area of ​​1,000 square meters in the palace of Lordaeron.

Originally he didn't want to go to such trouble, but the four queen wives insisted on building a palace for Duke each. This further cemented Duke's title as the 'Uncrowned Emperor'.

Of course, having an elemental demigod as a husband is also a high achievement for a mortal queen. The dignitaries of various countries are proud of it.

Arriving at the palace of Lordaeron, Thrall was filled with emotions. Under the guidance of Vanessa, the thief hero, they entered the living room.

Queen Kalia came out to say hello and left. Suddenly, only Duke, Thrall, and Vanessa and Vashchi, who were maids, were left in the magnificent living room.

Duke thoughtfully prepared a large pot of Lordaeron ale for Thrall, which is a specialty of Lordaeron.

Picking up the large wine glass specially prepared for the orcs, Thrall took a sip without hesitation. Duke noticed that Sal used his big green fingers to pick up a napkin from the dinner plate and wipe his mouth.

"It tastes good. Come to think of it, I haven't tasted this in almost fifteen years."

"fifteen years?"

"Well, I am still a slave gladiator. Occasionally, I will be rewarded with some ale by my 'master' because of my outstanding performance. Although I hate that period of life, I still like ale quite a bit."

"Oh? Do you think the Frostwolf clan came here as slaves?" A playful smile appeared on Duke's face.

Who knew, Thrall curled his lips: "When I was a child, I felt that being a slave was the most disgusting thing. When I grew up and became a warchief for a long time, after the situation between the alliance and the tribe changed, I discovered that there are better people in the world. What is more terrible for slaves—that is the destruction of an entire race.”

Duke was silent. It wasn't that he couldn't continue the conversation, but that he wanted to see Sal's consciousness.

Thrall stared at Duke: "The tribe was defeated, and the orcs were defeated. I came with the consciousness of a loser. Even if the alliance treats the orcs as slaves again, my compatriots from the Frostwolf clan will recognize it."

"What are you asking for?"

"It's very simple, the reproduction of the orc race. The orcs are a great and brave race. They have made many mistakes and taken many detours. I don't think the orcs should be destroyed. At the same time, I think the orcs will be a great asset to the Alliance. Great addition, the league will always need warrior professionals."

Duke is really unpredictable, so Thrall can only continue to act like a salesman on the premise that the Throne Council has not yet reached a conclusion, persuading Duke to accept the orcs' joining.

"Just talking about this, the Alliance has many alternatives. For example, the burly tauren and draenei. If you need someone more agile, we also have werewolves."

"Their number is too small. They can be used as an elite assault force, but they cannot be used as regular, expendable forward warriors." Thrall said. If he didn't have a typical orc appearance, no one would be able to imagine that he is not an ordinary orc. A true orc. This is simply betraying our compatriots!

Duke was surprised.

For a moment, Duke almost thought that Sal had some conspiracy. This shameless kneeling and licking, are you really Sal?

But the next second, Duke discovered that Sal was still the same Sal.

He is smart, rational, yet courageous.

"If the alliance is led by someone else, then I will probably be like this. In order to seek the survival and reproduction of the orcs, I will grovel. Then quietly wait for the opportunity. When the alliance is weak or careless, I will destroy the alliance from within, at least the orcs. Free from Union servitude.”

"Then, am I the leader of the alliance?" Duke leaned back and leaned his back on the sofa, crossed his legs and crossed his fingers on his thighs.

Thrall was a bachelor and shrugged: "No chance. I am 30 years old this year. If it were other alliance leaders, I might be able to endure it and see if I can wait until the alliance leader gets old or dies unexpectedly. But facing an immortal , and even the demigod of Azeroth who will basically not be destroyed. And he is such a wise and great leader, I can only accept his fate."