Chapter 1835 The Great Schism that Departs From History (Third Update)

Not many people could understand what happened just now. Due to the distance and vision, everyone could only see that Kane was indeed pressing down on Garrosh to fight. However, at the last moment, it was Garrosh who directly killed Kane.

The roar of the crowd drowned out everything else, including Baine's shouts: "Poison! Garrosh's ax is poison! That despicable fellow murdered my father."

Did anyone hear this?

Yes, all the surrounding tauren, including Vol'jin, Varok, Dranosh, Gallywix and others not far away, heard it.

Even though every orc around was reveling and roaring, at least they all noticed this scene.

The duel just now was definitely unreasonable and had a huge conspiracy.

Dranosh jumped down from the arena and endured the unhappiness in his heart as he turned over Kane's body. He immediately saw the green venom spreading on Kane's chest, as well as the strange green tinge on the edge of the [Blood Roar] held high by the Warchief. .

Vol'jin stared at this scene, then he turned his head sharply and shouted: "Varok Saurfang!"

Vol'jin called the same name. Not only was he calling Varok, a notary, but he was also calling the Grand Overseer, who held the core military power of the tribe.

Only Varok has the qualifications to declare this a shameful [Makgora], and only he can redress the injustice suffered by Kane.

Varok's mouth squirmed for a long time, but in the end he couldn't spit out a single word.

Declare this duel invalid?

Very easy!

This kind of obvious evidence can be proved immediately as long as he, Varok, roars.

But what happens after that?

Garrosh will be despised by the entire Horde, and who will lead the Horde?

The tribe has no talent who can be the chief. Although Garrosh was reckless, he at least killed the traitor and won. Apart from him, no one can suppress the current young orcs.

Maybe it was a mistake to let him continue to be the chief, but if he were replaced, who would dare to say that he would be able to lead the tribe out of this desperate predicament?

Woking?

No, his identity as a troll is a huge problem. He can't suppress these young orcs. And although Garrosh has a terrible personality, his personal martial arts are definitely the best in the tribe. Unless Gruul takes action, no one, including Vol'jin, can possibly defeat him in Macgollari.

Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, which finally turned into a sigh, and Varok lowered his head deeply.

Vol'jin understood everything, and he didn't blame Varok for his choice.

Some are just endless sorrow.

He turned around and walked past Baine, patting the next tauren leader who had witnessed his father's murder.

"One day, we will make Garrosh repay this blood debt."

Without waiting for Bain to react, Vol'jin left the duel field.

The poison was not caused by Garrosh, but the conspiracy of Magatha* Grimtotem. It didn't matter anymore, because that night Garrosh chose to hold a banquet in Orgrimmar and hung Cairne's head on the gate of Orgrimmar.

Everything was blamed on Garrosh.

That same night, Vol'jin found Varok, took out an oath written in wyvern skin, and declared to him.

"From this moment on, I, Vol'jin, on behalf of the Darkspear trolls, in accordance with the terms of the declaration made with Warchief Thrall, hereby officially declare to leave the tribe in peace. If Garrosh chooses to advance, we Darkspear trolls will The Echo Islands await the coming of war. Of course, you can also raise your battle ax to me at this moment, and I will certainly respond with my spear."

Varok was simply stunned, his lips trembling: "Is this...as for it?"

"You have made your choice. The Darkspear trolls have made their choice. That's all."

Without accepting any offer to stay, Vol'jin left Varok standing lonely in the chief's hall.

What was even more shocking was yet to come. Almost immediately, Dranosh also found Varok: "The Forsaken announced that he was leaving the tribe."

"No! This is not true, you are..."

"I was once an orc, and you were once my father. But I am dead. The dead are not entitled to have the same rights as the living, right? Garrosh didn't take me seriously anyway. But now I I am the leader of the Forsaken, and I am responsible for my people. So be it, father, if you can't stay. You are welcome to come to Winterspring Valley. Or follow the example of Grom, our warchief's father, and join Duke. *Marcus can do it too, that’s a good choice for you too.”

Ignoring his father who was completely speechless, Delanoche used his cold body to give his father a final hug, while his blood flow and body temperature were still there, and then he dropped an oath and left proudly.

That night, there were goblins and tauren who announced their departure.

Gallywix said in his sharp voice: "I don't mind paying people money, but I very much mind people oweing me money. The Horde owes me too much money. Thrall can't afford it, Garrosh can't. I don’t want to pay it back at all, and I want my life! The Bilgewater Cartel and the Horde are finished. Do you want the Bilgewater Cartel to return to the Horde? Yes, pay back the money you owe us first."

Bain said categorically: "This is an unfair duel. The tauren do not recognize that Cairne Bloodhoof died in battle with honor. The tauren have no intention of confronting the tribe, but if the tribe chooses to attack Mulgore, the tauren will Fight to the end in Thunder Bluff."

Overnight, the tribe fell apart.

When Varok handed Garrosh the four deeds to renounce his Horde identity the next morning when he woke up drunk, Garrosh lost his temper on the spot.

"Betrayal! This is shameless betrayal! Who gave them the right to betray the Horde?" Garrosh became furious on the spot.

Varok was unmoved: "This was decided when the previous great chief Thrall brought the four major races into the tribe. And at that time, all the orc clan chiefs of the tribe signed a consent form, including me, representing the Blackstone clan, and Thrall of the Frostwolf Clan, Grom representing the Warsong Clan, who is your father. Back then, every chief agreed that all races were equal and had the right to leave peacefully when the tribe was not at war."

Garrosh covered his aching head: "Isn't the Horde in a state of war now? Who gave the order to lift it?"

"It's you, Warchief. After you killed Kane Bloodhoof, you personally announced this decision at the banquet last night in front of thousands of orcs." Varok said solemnly.

Garrosh's face suddenly turned red.

Instead of admitting his fault, he vented his anger on the leaders.

"No matter what, abandoning the tribe without permission is betrayal. I will punish those races who dare to leave the tribe behind my back!" Garrosh waved Gorehowl.

"As the war chief, of course you have the power to declare war. Please remember that if you do this, it means that you are declaring war on the four major races at the same time, and they are very likely to fall to the Alliance. The most important thing is that we have neither ships Going to the Echo Islands, there will no longer be enough food to support an army of more than 100,000 to attack any other clan." Varok responded coldly.