The next day, at noon.

"My Honourable Queen, we are about to reach Durotal!"

The captain of the airship, the leader of the goblins, Gazkel is no longer on the bridge to control the rudder at the moment, but has changed to a clean and noble outfit, and has occupied a place by Queen Sylvanas's side early.

"Good work, my friend!"

Sylvanas seems to have always been very friendly to the goblin, even affectionately calling him a friend, which is not an honor that ordinary people can enjoy.

"It is my pleasure to serve you, Honorable Queen!"

Gazkel was busy touting the queen, and at the moment his heart was like a flower, and being recognized by the queen was a stepping stone to pure gold for the goblin merchants who traveled back and forth between the clans of the tribe!

"Oh! The Great Chief personally came to greet ......"

Gazkel's shrewd eyes immediately saw the greeting procession coming from the direction of Orgrimmar, led by the great chief of the tribe who was riding on top of the frost wolf, Thrall!

"Little ones, cheer up, get ready to anchor, bring the cable!"

At this moment, the goblin leader was like a chicken, and he was completely energetic, and commanded his subordinates to get busy in an orderly manner.

"Faraniel, their work is really gratifying."

Sylvanas watched the goblins go about their work diligently, and couldn't help but joke with the great apothecary beside her.

"It is indeed very efficient and methodical, and it is worth learning from the Royal Pharmacists Association."

Faranir has always worked hard to grow the Royal Apothecaries Guild that Sylvanas had led him to found, but the uneven talents and qualities of the pharmacists have always made him very hesitant.

"Don't worry, Faragaal! Some things need to be done slowly......"

Sylvanas seemed to see through Faragal's thoughts at once, and lightly comforted his great pharmacist.

As an apprentice, Faragal was a low-talent being when he was studying in Dalaran, and he was very inferior.

After becoming the Forsaken, he unexpectedly showed a talent for poison research, which earned him the importance of Sylvanas, so he did not want to disappoint the queen in any of his actions.

"Yes, Queen Sylvanas, I will take your teachings to heart."

Faragal listened respectfully to the Queen's words, and wrote them down from the bottom of his heart, afraid that he would forget.

"Full left rudder, reverse, throw cable."

Gazkel's voice rang out at this moment, and he had already begun to direct his men to control the airship to the tower.

"The head cable is first set on the cable pile in the middle, tied in a figure-eight knot and pulled, and then brought an inverted cable after the hull of the ship at the back is closer."

Gazkel commands the goblin sailors as if they were actually sailing in the sea, and every detail is well controlled.

"Hang the tail cable, untie the head cable, and quickly tie it to the front bollard."

"That's right! Very good! Hang two more inverted cables, pull them, retract them slowly, and wait for the hull to be stable. ”

"Hurry up, you idiot! The head and tail two inverted cables are tied tightly, and they are wound around the cable pile, and two more horizontal cables are added to the head and tail to tighten them. ”

"Didn't you eat? Tighten it for me, put the head cable and tail cable away, and move quickly. ”

Gazkel's voice never stopped, and he instructed the goblins to stop the airship perfectly next to the tower, and then clapped his hands and quickly ran to Sylvanas's side.

"My honorable Queen, the airship is docked, you can disembark at any time."

The goblin leader is very confident in his own operation of the airship, and looking at the whole of Azeroth, there should be no second person who can command his subordinates to berth the airship so efficiently, safely, and steadily!

"Thank you, my friend! It's time for us to go down, the Great Chief has arrived......"

Sylvanas bowed slightly, thanked Ghazkel, and then gave the order to disembark.

The few elite Forsaken Guardians who had been following were the first to step onto the platform of the ship's tower, scattering along the spiral staircase of the wooden tower, ready to be escorted.

The queen didn't care, and jumped lightly on the tower, walked to the edge, and looked at the team that had come to greet her, and Thrall was standing in front of him with the frostwolf.

"Galafar, let them move quickly, don't keep the Great Chief waiting!"

Sylvanas confirmed that Sal had come to greet him, and commanded Galafar.

The Grand Apothecary always took the queen's orders first and immediately arranged for the escort to assist the refugees and wounded to get down the tower......

The little trolls followed the team down the tower, and as soon as they got out of the tower, they saw an endless stretch of crimson land, with only a few small mountain bags standing here and there.

It was not a fertile area, with few trees and occasional grass, but some living creatures were running freely, not worrying about an ambush at all.

"This is where the Tribe's largest main city is located? It looks very ordinary! ”

A little troll boy next to Jarro, who was half a head taller than her, said with some disappointment, this was her own brother, Sekar.

"Didn't my father tell those stories? This is the home that the orcs have worked so hard to find, and where they have founded the great tribal city, Orgrimmar. ”

Jarro was a little excited, she had listened to her father tell the history and stories of the tribe since she was a child, and admired the heroes and landmarks.

"You love these stories! I just want to fill my stomach first! ”

Sekar looked at the group that had come to greet him, and couldn't help but wonder if there was anything good to eat with them.

"My brother, don't be rude! We are the last survivors of the Frostspear Clan, and we must ensure the glory of the Clan. ”

Jarro exercised the rights of the future chieftain, urging Sekar to calm down and obediently follow the team.

"Queen Sylvanas, welcome to Durontar, the Land of Glory, where all of Orgrimmar is ready to welcome you!"

High Chief Thrall was the first to speak, welcoming Queen Sylvanas, and pointing in Orgrimmar's direction.

"Thank you very much, Great Chief, I may have to trouble you a lot of things this time!"

Sylvanas thanked Thrall, and then politely revealed that he was not visiting Orgrimmar, but had something to discuss with the High Chief.

"Excellent! Tribal members need to deepen communication and help each other. Let's go back to Orgrimmar first, and talk about something slowly. ”

Thrall motioned for his retinue to bring in a number of large Kodomon, which he had specially prepared to transport the inevitable and wounded, after all, there was still some distance from the tower to Orgrimmar.

Sylvanas and Faraniel rode on a giant Kodomon, and several small trolls were actually placed on this Kodomon mount......