Garrosh's Time

On the Kalimdor Continent, in Orgrimmar, the Horde's internal conflicts continued to intensify.

The current situation was perfectly clear. Anyone could see that Garrosh was suffering all-around political attacks from both within and without. This bloodless soft blade was pressed against the Warchief's throat, grinding back and forth.

Externally, the Alliance and the Night Empire were exerting heavy pressure, while the major Goblin conglomerates desperately churned out negative news and public opinion against Garrosh. Internally, a large number of opponents were forcing Garrosh to yield and submit.

As for how to break this deadlock, whether to bow his head and retreat or fight to the end, Garrosh seemed to have already made his decision.

Meanwhile, the Goblins who had signed indenture contracts with the Bilgewater Cartel had begun a full-scale strike. They were not merely striking, either. Since they were unemployed and had nothing to do all day, they held marches and demonstrations every day. This was not only a major blow to the Horde's overall economy, but also devastating to the Bilgewater Cartel's normal business operations and military-industrial production.

Naturally, the striking Goblins had plenty to say, and they latched onto Garrosh without mercy.

Wasn't the Warchief supposed to be so damn impressive? Weren't the Orcs demanding special privileges? Then make your own weapons! Ride your own wolves and fight with your own axes! Forget about muskets, armor, tanks, motorcycles, and the rest!

We want legal status! Revoke the Bilgewater Cartel's indenture contracts! We want overtime pay, insurance, and an eight-hour workday!

However, the Goblin brothers causing trouble were not stupid. They knew they were too weak to take on Garrosh and that bastard Gallywix, so they began seeking support from the Frostwolf and Ragefire Clan Orcs, the Troll United Clans, and the Tauren of Thunder Bluff.

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