After Ye Ting finished speaking, everyone present looked at him in astonishment.
It couldn't be helped. What he had said was simply too extreme—even more extreme than Akama's earlier proposal.
If they did not leave themselves a place on Draenor, wasn't that just waiting to die?
In truth, everyone present had considered Akama's idea.
Indeed, if they simply allowed the Horde to conquer the other races of Draenor, then eventually all of Draenor would become Horde territory, while the Draenei could only cling to their two cities.
By then, the Horde would use the resources of all Draenor to crush half of Talador. With the Horde's enormous population and abundant resources, no matter how powerful the Draenei were, they would eventually be worn down to death.
It was not as if they had never considered offering support to the Arakkoa and primals suffering under the Orcs, joining forces with the various races to overthrow the Horde's bloody rule.
But the reality was that they currently had no spare strength, nor did they have that capability.
In fact, ever since the Burning Legion descended, the Horde's rise had become unstoppable. If not for Ye Ting's appearance, the Draenei's situation would have been even worse than those races'.
Compared to the flourishing Horde, those long-established races had now declined to such a state that the Horde did not even need to concentrate its forces. It only needed to send one or two large clans along with several smaller ones to deal with them.
Under such circumstances, even if they contacted those races, the Draenei side would not gain much strength. Rather than waste manpower and resources, they might as well focus on developing themselves.
Yet the situation Akama had brought up was objectively real.
When Ye Ting first spoke, they had thought