"Isn't Orgrimmar big, big? We haven't been here, what if we get lost in it?! ”

A little troll girl beside Jarro was looking in the direction of Orgrimmar from afar, she could only make out the outline of the city gate, but it was huge enough!

"Marri, don't worry, since the Frostspear Clan is also a member of the tribe, I'm sure someone will help us."

Aro took Marri's hand and comforted her, but she was also very worried in her own heart.

"Nazgrell, you go back to Orgrimmar first, and tell them to open all the gates of the city and prepare to accept the refugees and the wounded into the city."

Thrall gave the order to Nazgrell, the head of his bodyguard and the head of the Wolf Cavalry, who rode his wolf back to Orgrimmar at a rapid pace to deliver the Grand Chieftain's orders.

"Great Chief, these children were rescued by Lord Woking in the Alterac Valley, and he entrusted me with escorting them here."

Sylvanas' Kodomon seemed to be the strongest of the pack, and it was able to catch up with Thrall's Frostwolf, allowing the two tribal leaders to walk side by side.

"The scout brought me a letter from Woking when he was reporting on the battle ahead, and my most trusted friend mentioned the little ones in the letter."

Thrall nodded affirmatively, before Sylvanas arrived, he had received a secret letter from Woking from the front, detailing the situation of leading his army into the Alterac Valley.

These troll kids were specifically mentioned by Woking, after all, the Frostspear Clan was a secret that the tribe had kept secret, and even the new Queen of the Forsaken had not yet had time to know the inside story.

"I'll settle these little ones in Orgrimmar first, and as for their future, we need to hold a council of chiefs to discuss."

Thrall hinted to Sylvanas that it was not a simple matter to arrange the whereabouts of these little trolls in the future, but the queen understood what Sal meant when she heard it, and bowed her head slightly in understanding.

"Look! We're here! ”

Sekar screamed suddenly, and the little trolls did not hear the conversation between the Great Chief and the Queen, but were attracted by the shouts of their companions.

"Oh my God! It's a big ......."

Mandogir was also surprised at this time, and he couldn't help but marvel at the walls of Orgrimmar that greeted him.

Orgrimmar is nestled in a perennially windy valley in the northern part of the arid and hot Durotar realm, with walls built against the mountains to encompass the entire valley.

The towering walls are almost flush with the mountain peaks, creating a natural barrier that protects the entire city.

There is a cavern beneath Orgrimmar that has a year-round flow of magma, providing a source of heat and various mineral deposits for the inhabitants of the area.

It was a natural fortress with numerous watchtowers dotted across the walls, where soldiers hid overlooking the entire Durotal region, and had complete control over everything around them.

Towering over the middle of the valley, flanked by equally large watchtowers, they were the first line of defense guarding the city of Orgrimmar, and arrows fired from the towers could radiate almost the entire area.

From time to time, bipedal wyverns swept through the air, and I don't know if it was the creatures that already lived in the valley or the Wind Riders patrolled, but the unreachable height was awe-inspiring.

Woo buzz~!

Trumpets sounded, and a neat array of tribal warriors lined up on either side of Orgrimmar's gates, greeting the Forsaken Queen and her retinue from the distant Tirisfarh glades.

Not only are they orcs, trolls, and minotaurs, but there are even a few ogres and goblins, and it seems that there is no racial discrimination in Orgrimmar, and everyone is a member of the tribe.

"Rensack, I'm going to take Queen Sylvanas to the Valley of Wisdom for the Council of Chiefs, these little ones are the troll survivors Woking mentioned, you take them to get acquainted with Orgrimmar."

Thrall led Sylvanas through the great city gates, and through a tall, crooked passageway, he stepped into the majestic Orgrimmar.

As soon as they entered the main city, two orc warriors in armor approached them, and Thrall was the first to speak, commanding one of the green-skinned orc veterans.

"Yes, Grand Chief!"

Lunsack stepped forward and grabbed the reins of Kodomon, Queen Sylvanas jumped lightly off Kodomon, and Faranir climbed off his massive mount.

"Your first time, I'll take you around!"

Before the trolls could speak, Lunsack pulled the reins and urged the Kodomon to leave.

"Queen Sylvanas, Chief Kane is already waiting in the Valley of Wisdom, and we need to convene a meeting of chiefs soon."

When Thrall saw that Lunsack had taken the trolls with him, he immediately proposed to Sylvanas to convene a council of chiefs.

"I have no opinion! If it's really that urgent, let's run! Lead the way! ”

Sylvanas had always been a fierce man, and before Sal could reply, she jumped on one of the wolves beside her, and motioned for the Great Chief to lead the way to the Valley of Wisdom.

Wolves are loyal mounts and pets, and are generally not allowed to be ridden or touched by anyone except on the orders of their owners, but there seems to be no such restriction for the Forsaken Queen......

Thrall also looked a little surprised, the wolf of the orcs was not so easy to tame, but Sylvanas jumped up directly and took him as a mount!

"Warok, these refugees and wounded will be handed over to you for resettlement. Queen, go this way, follow me! ”

Thrall gave an account to another heavily armed orc warrior, and then led the Frostwolf to lead the way, leading Queen Sylvanas to the depths of Orgrimmar......

When Faranir heard Varok call out to this orc warrior directly, Faranir thought for a long time, and suddenly felt shocked.

Isn't this the legend of Orgrimmar, Lord Warok Sarufar?!

"You are Lord Warok Sarufar!? I've heard of your prestige, I'm Faraniel, the Queen's Chief Pharmacist. ”

Faranir was a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, it was the famous tribal hero in front of him, King Sarufar!

"That's right! I'm Sarufar, and I'll give you these refugees and the wounded! ”

Sarufar's face was expressionless, as if he had no interest in these trivial matters, but the High Chief explained that of course he had to complete his task.

Not daring to slack off, Faranir hurriedly handed over the parchment scroll of the inventory to Sarufar, and then assisted Orgrimmar's soldiers in placing the refugees and the wounded in order.

It was only by the time he had done this, that King Sarufar had already left, after all, he and Nazgrel, as Thrall's right-hand men, were to attend the chieftains' council......