"Lord Lexa, Ogrimmar has news."

An orc veteran quickly ran to Lexa's side and reported to him a piece of news that the Beastmaster had been waiting for.

"Oh!? Show me! ”

Lexa was anxious, but his face didn't show it, after all, the tribesmen of the entire camp were doing their own thing in an orderly manner, and he didn't need to disrupt all this.

"Lord Lexa, it's the Great Chief's secret letter!"

The orc veteran didn't give the secret letter directly to Lexa, but whispered a reminder to the Beastmaster, who nodded, and then turned and walked to the watchtower in the middle of the camp.

The orc veterans followed, but Toothtooth and Misha and Hofer didn't follow.

Lexa walked up the planked passage outside the watchtower, the orc veteran still following him.

The watchtower of the tribal camp is made of giant animal bones and stout trees, and is divided into three levels, which can reach a height of 20 meters according to different needs.

The ground floor is an empty overhead floor, which is more used for the rest and repair of the soldiers guarding the watchtower, and there is not much furnishings.

The middle layer is a storage layer for storing ammunition and supplies, which is protected by thickened wooden planks on the outside, and is generally only garrisoned by soldiers guarding war supplies, and others will not easily enter.

In the middle of the top floor is a simple lookout room, with a wide wooden plank on the outside, allowing the vigilant soldiers to walk around and look around.

"Lord Lexa!"

Lexa walked straight to the observation room on the third floor, and the warriors on guard outside and the soldiers on the inside who were resting on shift immediately stood still and greeted the Beastmaster.

"You are on guard outside."

Lexa didn't say much, and directly ordered the soldiers at the top of the watchtower to all guard themselves outside the watchtower, and then walked into the lookout room with only one exit.

The orc veteran followed suit, looked at the door, and after making sure no one was peeping, he pulled out a slender wooden tube from his bosom.

"Lord Lexa, this is a secret letter from the Wolf Cavalry Courier sent by the Great Chieftain."

Lexa took the barrel from the orc veteran's hand, looked at it for a moment, and then twisted it away from the middle.

Kiss!

With a soft sound, Lexa pulled out a piece of parchment from the small wooden tube and quickly unfolded it.

The orc veteran consciously guarded the door, but did not look at Lexa, but paid attention to the situation outside.

"Actually?!"

Lexa looked at the parchment scroll for a while before he spat out a few words, but it seemed that he was not very satisfied with the information in the secret letter!

"Inform all the military commanders of the Barrens tribal garrison to assemble at the crossroads camp tonight, I have something to announce."

Lexa gave the order to the orc veterans to assemble the tribal military commanders, who immediately set off to arrange their men to go to each camp to issue orders.

The Beastmaster was still sitting in the observation room, looking at the lambskin scroll in his hand, as if thinking about something.

It was about half an hour before Lexa descended from the tower and came to Fangya and his fellow beasts.

"Yaya, the Great Chief has urgently summoned us back to Orgrimmar, and we are ready to leave early tomorrow morning."

The news brought by Lexa didn't sound special, but Yaya felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart.

He looked at Lexa, as if he was asking, but the latter had no intention of explaining at all, and just took care of himself to tidy up Misha's fur.

Woohoo!

Misha sensed that something was wrong with her teeth and shook her head to remind Lexa, but it still had no effect.

"What did the Great Chief call us back for? It's only been long since I traveled with you! ”

Yaya still couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to ask Lexa, in fact, he was also worried that the huge changes in his body would be difficult for Orgrimmar's tribesmen to accept.

"Yaya, don't ask too much, you'll know when you go back!"

Lexa's tone was a little tough, and he could see that the big chief's secret letter must have given a death order, and it was estimated that something had happened.

"Got it!"

Yaya touched the petrified elven dragon egg in his hand, thinking that it would be okay to go back, how could Orgrimmar say that it was also the main city of the tribe, maybe there was a guy who could help restore the elven dragon egg!

"Misha, Hofer, you're all going to come back to Orgrimmar with me this time, Sbille is already waiting for us there, but I need you to find a few more companions!"

Hum! Hum!

Woohoo!

Both the War Bear and the Battlefield Porcupine responded positively, knowing that Lexa must have said that something big must have happened and that his fellow beasts needed to be rallied.

"Hofer, you know what to do!"

The big porcupine nodded, and then ran out of the camp, and disappeared without a trace.

"Misha, we'll go back to Orgrimmar tomorrow morning, and tonight you take your teeth to the vicinity of the Durontar entrance, and I'll meet you tomorrow morning."

Whew!

Misha nodded, then arched her teeth with her big head.

The troll understood what to do, packed some dry food and water, and herbal bandages in the camp, and followed the bear east out of the crossroads camp.

"Lord Lexa, I've sent a herald to inform all the tribal leaders of the Barrens, they should be able to reach the Crossroads camp in the evening."

As soon as Yaya left with Misha, the orc veteran came to report to Lexa, and his speed was really not to be said.

"Great work! You may be in a state of nervous preparedness for a long time starting today, so get ready! ”

The orc veteran couldn't help frowning when he heard Lexa's words, it seems that there is going to be a large-scale military operation again!

In the evening, the eight tribal military leaders stationed in the Barrens regathered at the inn at the crossroads, and Lexa presided over the meeting.

"Warriors, I have received an order from the Great Chieftain, the Horde army is about to be fully prepared, ready to march to the Valley of Thorns at any time to start a decisive battle with the demons of the Burning Legion!"

The action of the decisive battle with the Burning Legion, agreed upon by the Council of Chiefs, was put on the agenda, and the Great Chief directly issued a Grand Chief Order this time, ordering all members of the tribe to start preparing for battle.

If the Burning Legion's affairs are not resolved, the continent of Azeroth will not be at peace, whether it is the Alliance, the Horde or the clans living in this land, will face the same test.

Grand Chief Thrall had made up his mind this time, otherwise he would not have given such a strong order to prepare for battle, let alone sent the Troll Chief Woking to the Valley of Thorns to take command.

"Is there going to be a war? Those hateful demons should have been slain a long time ago. ”

The Orc Commander was the first to speak again, but this time his words resonated with everyone, after all, the attitude towards demons was almost the same.