With positive feedback, the people will enthusiastically support the war, and the soldiers will feel that they are invincible and can defeat any enemy.

But if the result is negative feedback, then the enthusiasm for war will quickly cool down, and eventually it will turn from warlike to war-weary.

Unfortunately, by the time Thrall understood this, it was already too late.

Now he could only kneel on the execution platform, put his head into the groove and wait to be beheaded by the sharp axe.

As for escaping...

It's not that he doesn't want to do this, but his hands and feet are wearing strong magic shackles, and there is a powerful mage watching him next to him, so it is impossible to run away.

"Do you have any last words?"

Jaina, who was the executioner herself, walked up to him with an ax and asked.

Sal shook his head slightly: "No, I don't have any last words. You can take action now. After all, I killed your father in the first place. It is natural for you to kill me now. There is nothing to complain about."

"Very good, then let me take you on your way."

As she spoke, Jaina raised the sharp ax high, and then chopped it down with all her strength.

The next second...

puff!!!!!!

Along with the gushing blood, Sal's huge green head fell down directly, and the headless body became completely motionless after twitching twice.

At this point, the founder of the new tribe finally ended his legendary life from slave to gladiator to warchief.

His death not only announced the end of an era, but also heralded the beginning of a new era.

In this era of Azeroth, there will no longer be a fierce confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde, but the Alliance will be completely dominated by one family.

As for the tribe composed of the remaining orcs, darkspear trolls, centaurs, furbolgs and ogres, they can only survive carefully under the supervision of the former.

Having accomplished the feat of avenging her father with her own hands, Jaina's tense and serious face finally relaxed. She turned around and said to Eitrigg, the current leader of the tribe: "Our deal is complete.

From now on, you have the right to survive in Azeroth.

But please remember, if anyone dares to collude with the Burning Legion or drink demon blood, the truce agreement between us will be immediately void."

"Please rest assured that we have had enough of being dogs to the devil and will never make similar mistakes again."

There was a trace of pain and sorrow in Eitrigg's eyes and he gave the assurance straightforwardly.

Because he knew that the tribe could no longer withstand the ravages of any war. Even if they abandoned their dignity and knelt on the ground to pray for forgiveness from the enemy, they still had to rest and recuperate.

Otherwise, as the population declines, it will soon become extinct.

"hope so."

With a cold face, Gianna said these words and turned around to leave with the others.

Because that strong hatred did not disappear because of Thrall's death, but became even more intense.

She was afraid that she would break her promise if she stayed any longer, so she ordered the coalition forces to sweep the entire Azshara and directly drive out all the orcs here and kill every one.

Watching this coalition of dwarves, gnomes, humans, and night elves disappear into the distant woods, Eitrigg's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he quickly turned his attention to his confused compatriots.

He understands that the real challenge begins from this moment.

Since I betrayed Thrall in exchange for this hard-won peace, I naturally have to shoulder the corresponding responsibility to lead the orcs to survive.

But no one knew that from the moment Thrall was beheaded, his soul had been sucked into Zuo Si's side by powerful force.

At the moment, the two of them are floating in the outer space of the planet Azeroth, looking down at this beautiful planet that breeds the strongest star soul.

"How do you feel now? Do you feel great pain and anger after being betrayed by your most trusted compatriots?"

Zuo Si was the first to speak and break the silence.

Sal sighed slightly and responded: "A little bit.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But I can understand Eitrigg's reason for doing this.

In his eyes, the survival of the orcs is above all else.

And I, the great chief, am not irreplaceable.

Did you anticipate this day when you proposed playing a game with your soul with me last time?"

Zuo Si chuckled and nodded: "Well, yes.

Because any mortal race has an upper limit to its ability to endure pain, hunger, failure and death.

Even the most bloodthirsty and warlike orcs are no exception.

This has been proven in the previous two Orc Wars.

Otherwise, do you think that the orcs who drank the demon's blood suddenly lost their will to fight and became muddleheaded were just the result of the demon's blood failing?

No!

It's more that their spirit and will have collapsed.

By the same token, why do you think you can establish a new tribe?

Because of the restoration of traditional and shamanic guidance?

Or is it those ridiculous glory?

The answer is obviously no.

The reason why these orcs are willing to follow you is because you have won one victory after another in the process of attacking the asylum to liberate your compatriots.

They fed their hungry bellies by plundering food from villages and towns.

So when they begin to suffer from hunger, when you can no longer lead them to victory, only failure and death, that is the moment when your political life as a warchief ends.

After all, power always comes from the bottom, from how many people are willing to trust and follow you."

Perhaps it is impossible for other orcs with low intelligence and no education to understand these words, but Thrall, who has been educated by human elites, understood it and sighed with a bitter look on his face: "Yes, you said

That’s right, from the moment I continue to be defeated, I actually lose the qualification to continue to be the war chief. So what are you going to do with my soul now?"

"It's very simple. I want to take you to another world and use your outstanding leadership skills to lead the orcs in this world to another path."

The words have not yet been spoken!

Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, using the power of the planeswalker's spark to teleport directly back to Faerûn.

Through the deafening shouts of death below, Thrall in his soul form saw groups of orcs similar in appearance to his compatriots, constantly attacking a huge wooden fortress.

Although the barbarian warriors inside resisted desperately, they could not withstand the tide of enemies. In the end, all the males, including the babies, were brutally driven to death.

Women have become the targets of their desires and violence.

The bloody and cruel scene made Thrall, who had received the baptism of civilization, feel strong discomfort.

Since he had heard about what the old tribe had done during the invasion of Azeroth, he immediately had a lot of associations. He also understood why countless humans showed such twisted anger when they mentioned the orcs.

and hatred.

Zuo Si obviously noticed the subtle change in the chief's expression, and said very simply: "Believe me, what your people did when they first crossed the Dark Portal was even more unsightly than the massacre that is happening now.

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"With the powerful power you possess, it shouldn't be difficult to kill them all, right?"

After being silent for a long time, Sal finally asked tentatively.

"Kill them all directly?

No, no, no, that's not the rule of the game in this world.

Because here, all races have their own gods and even gods.

With the blessing of the gods, it is very, very difficult to destroy a race through massacre.

And what I want to do is not to simply kill all the orcs, but to sever their connection with the orc gods from the source.

In other words, the god of the orcs is completely driven out of this world."

Zuo Si bluntly stated his plan without any concealment.

"Break faith?"

Sal keenly grasped a key word.

"That's right!"

Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.

"You can use all the methods you used when establishing a new tribe and use them on these orcs.

Whether it is letting them believe in nature and elements, or focusing their faith on themselves, in short, the belief in the orc gods is separated from the orc group.

As long as I can do this, I can not only free your soul, but also support you in becoming a god and becoming the only faith of the orcs in this world.

They even compete with the orc gods for dominance of the orc race in the endless planes of the entire universe.

At that time, you can transform the savage orcs according to your own ideas and concepts, making them what you want.

How about it, doesn’t it sound interesting?”
To be continued...