"Sal, are you hiding something from me?!"

Lexa frowned, looking at the big chief who had asked him such a sensitive question, and couldn't help but feel nervous.

"No, no! I just want to deal with all eventualities, after all, no one can guarantee that they will survive on the battlefield, can they? Hey! ”

Thrall tried to squeeze out a little smile, trying to comfort his old friend, but unexpectedly, it made Lexa even more worried.

Lexa looked at Thrall speechlessly, he guessed that something must be going on inside the tribe, but he didn't know it yet.

Otherwise, the Great Chief would not have started thinking about who would be able to take over for no reason, and would not have come to ask for his opinion.

"Sal, if you really encounter any accidents and can't lead the tribe in a short time, I think Wojin can temporarily take the position of the Great Chief."

Lexa still gave his own answer, he always said something to Sal like this, neither flattering nor compromising.

The Beastmaster went through the strengths and weaknesses of the leaders of the tribe in his mind, weighed the relationships between the various races, and finally came to this conclusion.

"Oh?! Why isn't Queen Sylvanas, who seems to be more decisive than Woking? ”

Thrall knew that Lexa must have thought about it to give him such an answer, but what he didn't expect was that Lexa, who had always been realistic, didn't choose the strongest Queen of the Forsaken.

"Queen Sylvanas is undoubtedly a strong leader, but I think what the tribe needs is a leader with a warm and inclusive heart."

Lexa's words made Thrall fall into deep thought, he had been thinking about the direction of the future of the tribe, and the Beastmaster seemed to have already made his own choice!

In fact, before asking Lexa, Thrall did prefer Queen Sylvanas to lead the tribe when something happened to him, but Lexa's words reminded him.

Does a good tribal chief really need to be decisive and unyielding, or does he need to have a heart that can tolerate and warm the hearts of the tribe members?

"Let's have a drink tonight! It's been a long time since you've been drinking. ”

Thrall suddenly made an invitation to Lexa, but the Beastmaster accepted it unceremoniously, remembering that it had been a long time since an old friend had sat down for a drink.

Sakin led Calga Thorn Rib to the resting place of the boar warriors in the Valley of Wisdom, and the boar guards all stood up when they saw Sakin coming.

"Master, what do we need to prepare? I sent them to buy it. ”

The Lady of Calgar asked Sakin what he needed to prepare for the Undercity tomorrow, but Sakin looked at the elite boar warriors in front of him in silence.

"Come with me!"

While the boar people were still waiting for Sakin to arrange the preparations, he gave the order directly, and then walked towards the dark alley area on his own.

"Keep up!"

Karga Thorn Rib hurriedly told the Boar Guard's guards to follow, and he himself followed him and walked out of the Valley of Wisdom.

Nazgrell came out of Thrall's hall and was curious to see Sakin leaving the Valley of Wisdom with the heavily armed boar people.

"You two follow along, and report to me if there is any situation."

Thrall's chief of guard controlled the command of the tribe's wolf cavalry, so he directly sent two wolf cavalry to follow Sakin and them to keep track of the situation.

Sakin walked leisurely all the way, most of the shops in the dark alley area were visited by him, and the residents who knew him were discussing the news of Woking's adopted son returning to the city.

Sargin's return is a source of conversation for the inhabitants of Orgrimmar, but the most striking thing is the entire army of elite Boar Warriors who follow him.

"Am I right? When did Orgrimmar let the boar people in?! ”

"It seems that he came into the city after the adopted son of Chief Woking, does he have anything to do with the boar people?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I heard that it was Sakin who went on a mission and rescued the Boar Man warriors. ”

"Saver Boar Man Warrior? Don't you look at those guys, they are not big, their combat effectiveness is on par with ordinary tribal warriors, do they need to be rescued? ”

The inhabitants of Orgrimmar who saw the boar people following Sakin around used their imaginations to concoct a story that could be bizarre, eerie, or apt.

"Master, should we keep a low profile, I seem to have heard others talking about us just now!"

As a powerful geodiviscater and a master of shamanic spells, the Mother of Calgar is also very sensitive.

"Nope! The higher the key, the better, so that the members of the tribe can get used to the presence of the boar people more and accept you sooner. ”

Sakin had already made up his mind, and although the Great Chief had ordered the Razor Clan Boar People to be independent of the Tribe, he still wanted the Boar People to integrate into the tribe as soon as possible.

In this way, the boar people of the Razor Clan will have more opportunities to communicate with the tribe members, and may be able to bring more and better opportunities or suggestions for the development of the boar people's race.

"Yes, master!"

Karga Thorn's eyes were a little moist, she never thought that Sakin could really do this to such an extent, and think about the boar people from the bottom of her heart.

"Mother Calga, come with me to meet a friend, you should be able to talk to her."

With that, Sakin turned towards an entrance inside the Dark Alley area, which was the passage to the Shadow Rift.

Karga Thorn was stunned by Sakin's sudden turn, but she quickly followed, and the boar guards behind her quickly turned into the entrance.

"Varna, are you there? I am back! ”

Sajra stepped into the Shadow Rift and began to scream loudly as he walked straight to Varna's tent, surveying the people around him as he went.

The Alley District hasn't changed much from when Sakin lived here, the only change is that there are two more guards outside Nirul Fireblade's tent.

Sakin glanced at it, frowned, and then walked straight outside Varna's tent.

"Varna, are you there?"

No one responded, and Sakin gently lifted the curtain of the tent, and the tent was empty.

"Master, there's something wrong with the atmosphere here, those guards seem to have murderous intent behind them."

Karga Thorn Rib whispered to Sagin, so small that only she and Sakin could hear.

Sakin had noticed the odds for a long time, but he just pretended not to notice and continued to look for Varna.

The Shadow Rift had always been a gathering place for Orgrimmar Warlocks, but when Sakin came in just now, he barely saw a single Warlock, and instead was replaced by some orc warriors.

Dressed only in thin animal skin armor, these warriors held long knives in their hands, and the totemic patterns on their chests indicated that they were members of the Fireblade Clan.