The Hall of the Chiefs is noisy like the arena of the Valley of Honor, and the noise of the orcs is sometimes like the roar of a wild beast. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Green filled the hall, both the officers who had just been relegated from the Outlands and those who remained behind Orgrimmar, including the High Overseer, Sarufar.

Garrosh, the only outlier here------- the only brown in a sea of green, didn't seem to have any intention of joining the discussion, he just sat quietly in the corner and watched the others argue over the scroll of a pink pig------ what a shame it was, in the great Orgrimmar, a pink pig actually shot an arrow in the chief's quarters, and he was not caught.

"Quiet! everyone!" Sal looked at the chaotic hall, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Quiet!!"

The roar of thunder echoed through the halls, and Thrall had to use the power of the elements to silence the orcs, who were always ------so excited at the mention of humans.

"I didn't ask you to quarrel, generals! Now, talk about it!" Thrall shook the scroll in his hand. "According to what is written on this scroll, it came from the 'Dawn Light', and the reason why 'shot' him into my room was because we had rejected their request to set up a 'liaison station' in Durontal, and I am not sure if it really came from the 'Dawn Light', but judging by the imprint on it, it was. ”

Thrall unfolded the scroll, revealing the sigil that still glowed golden to the other orcs.

"I've heard from Gianna that only 'Dawn Lights' can make this kind of mark, and they add a mystical crystal powder to the lacquer to carry the light. ”

The Light, the symbol of humanity, is the Draenei, whether they are orcs born in Draenor or born in Azeroth, they all know that great power.

"Even if that letter comes from the 'Dawn Light', High Chief, how can we be sure that the message on it is true?" Valok Sarufar was the only High Overseer present, and he was the eldest------ after Thrall brought the Shamanic Way back to the new tribe, the concept of generation, which had been separated from the orcs for many years, was gradually returning, and they called the older ones ----- elders.

So, Vallock was pretty much the only one who could talk to Sal on an equal footing, oh, and maybe the new Marghan, whom the Great Chief seemed to hold in high esteem.

"A new, more contagious and more harmful plague------ I don't think they're going to use this to trick us, Wallock, it's not doing them any good, it's another catastrophe------ the plague of natural disasters is almost entirely repelled by them, we've seen that power, so, put it away, it's worth treating with caution!"

No one knew his people better than Thrall, and he did almost everything in his power to restrain the bloodlust and brutality of his people, always hoping that the orcs would fight for their people and glory, not for killing.

"But at the same time, we all know the treachery of the Alliance, Great Chief, I am not against you, and I will never do so, I just hope that you will make the most sensible and beneficial decision for our people, just like before!"

"Thank you, old friend, of course I will. Sal nodded gratefully, there was no hypocrisy, only sincerity, the Sarufar family had shed countless blood for the tribe.

"I don't kid myself, and I don't know if this information is accurate, but I do know that the 'Dawn Light' has adhered to their neutral position, and besides, their aid to the Outer Regions has never been interrupted, and our scouts in the Eastern Continent have also sent back some news that they are indeed fighting in Gilneth ------ fighting the same demons as the Outlands, so, I think they can be trusted, just as we can trust the 'Cenarion Council'. ”

"What about you?" said Sal, looking at the others.

"We are all under your leadership!

Thrall led the orcs and the horde through the most difficult time, which can be said to have saved them from destruction, so no orc would question Thrall yet, at least, not yet.

"Well, then, while I confirm the accuracy of this news, I think we should also be prepared for the plague, we have all seen the scene when the natural disaster plague is raging, so even if this news is eventually confirmed to be fake, it will not hurt us to be prepared. ”

Thrall thought he had made it clear, that the Horde, like the Coalition, had established a sizable outpost in Northrend, and they both believed that the dead would not be content to wreak havoc only in Northrend, and that their attacks on the whole world would be in the ' Dawnlight's efforts were thwarted, but no one thought they would fall silent, but at the same time, they didn't think the undead would make any moves in a short period of time, the last defeat had left them with a large number of floating fortresses, as well as corpses, and they had not gained new corpses from their own wars, which was enough to break their bones.

Thrall knew better that they would face this problem sooner or later, and there seemed nothing wrong with making some preparations now, and, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that the human who had fought side by side would lie about it.

"The question is, what do we do, Great Chief. "One Overseer asked everyone's questions.

"I don't know, Gogol, but, the person who sent us the news knows. Thrall shook the scroll in his hand, a human smile on his face, which made Garrosh squint.

"Garrosh!"

The brown orc retracted his expression and stood up.

"Our offensive in the Outlands can't be stopped, I need you to bring an army back, and if possible, I want more orcs like you to join the Horde, do you know what I mean?"

"Of course. Garrosh nodded. "Great Chief. ”

"Well, then, you are now a general, Garrosh, the general of the Horde. ”

Garrosh crossed the previous eleven ranks, he was not in play as the heir to the chieftain of the Warsong Clan, he had won his position with his axe, and he would win more with his axe.

"Lok'tar!ogar! I will shed my last drop of blood for the Horde!"