Thrall felt very bad, he had a dream, a nightmare, he dreamed of endless human soldiers fighting with his own warriors, the smoke of gunpowder filled the battlefield, blood was everywhere, and the whole sky was filled with the oppressive breath of the pre-catastrophe, which made him wake up from his dream.

"It's okay, it's a dream."

Sal wiped the sweat from his head, then let out a long breath when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

"What happened?"

As he spoke, he pushed open the door of the stone house.

"What a nuisance." Su Lin pushed his glasses, looked at the orc soldiers surrounding them, and muttered to himself.

Although these orc soldiers are physically strong, they are weaker than Feng Fan and them, and they can be dealt with in minutes. However, Feng Fan and they can't use force, once the fight starts, it will be difficult to deal with things in the future.

"Where did you humans come from?"

One of the orc soldiers shouted, a look of wariness on his face.

"We have a very important matter for your chieftain Thrall, and it is a matter of life and death for all of Azeroth, so I won't say anything until I see Thrall."

Su Lin's expression was very serious, as if something really big had happened.

The orc soldier immediately hesitated when he saw that Su Lin didn't look like he was laughing, but just as he was hesitating to report it to his leader, a voice suddenly came from his body.

"What is at stake for the life and death of Azeroth? Human, you are responsible for what you say. ”

Thrall came out of his room and saw several human figures in front of him, and then he walked over.

"Chief!"

The orc soldiers shouted in unison, their voices high and unanimous. In their eyes, Thrall is the hero of their tribe!

Sal nodded and looked at Feng Fan Qiren, "Human, where are you from?" ”

"Thrall, whose real name is Gouyle, is the son of the Frostwolf clan Durotan and grew up as a gladiator in human society."

Su Lin didn't answer Sal's question directly, but said to himself, "As the chief of the tribe, you want to grow your tribe strong, but the alliance is constantly chasing you, so you can't see the future of the beast clan. Then you might as well lead your warriors to the western continent of Kalimdor. There, you can build a new home and find your true home! ”

He was amazed at how well the humans in front of him knew him, and what Surin said touched Thrall's deepest desire to establish a place for his tribe, but he couldn't trust Surin just by saying it.

"Human, why should I believe your words? You see, you are human and we are orcs. ”

Surin shook his head, "There is no difference between humans and orcs, before the great catastrophe, we were all companions of Azeroth!" I think you should also feel that in the near future, there will be a terrible demonic invasion in this land, and at that time, no living beings will survive. So, the best way to get out of here and head to Kalimdor is the best option. For the sake of dreams and hopes, you must travel to Kalimdor! ”

Thrall fell silent after listening to Surin's words, he could sense the unsettling aura, and his soul also told him that the human in front of him was not wrong, and he should be trusted.

"It's hard to believe what you're saying, but I think this is my last chance for the orcs. Instead of staying here and being pursued by the Human Alliance, it is better to fight and travel to the distant continent to pursue new hope. ”

With that, Sal made a quick decision and no longer hesitated.

"Kedel!"

"In!"

An orc soldier stepped out of the crowd.

"Tell the other orc tribes that in three days, we will meet on the shores of Lordaeron! When the time comes, we will leave Lordaeron by boat and head to Kalimdor! ”

"Yes!"

The orc nodded, and quickly disappeared into the rain.

Sal watched Kedel's figure disappear, turned his head, and looked at Feng Fan and the others.

"Human, I don't know where you come from? Why help us? ”

Su Lin lifted his glasses, and then a light flashed in his eyes, and those who were familiar with him knew that he was about to turn on the pretend mode again.

"The seven of us come from an ancient organization, and you can call us the Guardians of Solnia."

"Huh?!"

Not only was Sal dumbfounded, but even Feng Fan and the six didn't know what this Solnia was, it was obviously one of this guy's casual nonsense.

"Solnia, I've never heard of this organization."

Thrall had grown up in human society and read a lot of books, but he had only heard of the Guardian of Tirisfa, but he had never heard of the name Solnia.

"Yes, this organization is very old, even many high-class humans have not heard of it, in fact, we should not exist in this world, but in order to save Azeroth from chaos, we had to wake up from our slumber. Soladin, King of the great Arathas Empire, had a glimpse of the future in his old age, and the Guardians of Solnia were born, made up of seven of us, who would awaken more than two thousand years later when Azeroth was struck by calamity. ”

"Oh, this guy, Zhen Nyima can brag about it, it's a pity not to act." When Feng Fan heard Su Lin's words, he despised him in his heart and praised him a little.

"This ......"

Regarding the origin of Feng Fan and his party, Sal was also stunned when he heard it, but he couldn't find anything wrong. This is the shrewdness of Surin's words, Soladin was a person from more than 2,000 years ago, no matter what Surin said, it is impossible for Sal to go back more than 2,000 years ago to verify it anyway.

"But anyway, humans, as long as you have a good heart, I think our tribe will welcome you."

Thrall then had his men carry the unconscious and life-threatening Medivan into a room. When he heard Surin say that the unconscious man was the Guardian of Tirisfa, Thrall had a look of surprise on his face, and at the same time, he was even more convinced of the origin of Feng Fan and his party.

"The shaman's power can temporarily save Medivan's life, but it can't revive him, he is so badly wounded, his soul is so badly wounded that even my strength can't save him."

Thrall used his power to apply a blessing mark to the unconscious Medivan, temporarily saving his life, but if he wanted to truly restore Medivan's wounded soul, only the Night Elves could do it with the Fountain of Life.

"So, to get out of this continent, I have to make some preparations." Sal muttered to himself.