The elements in Outland are not as volatile as those in Azeroth. The Shaman of the Earthen Ring easily communicated with the Throne of the Elements and successfully set up camp.
After the camp was completed, Nobundo said to Miu'en Earthfury:
"I must find Thrall's father, Durotan."
"Durotan, he's still alive?" After her initial surprise, Miu'en sensed something was wrong. "You want to find Durotan? Are you going to use the Bloodline Connection?"
Rescuing Thrall will be very difficult.
Nobundo doesn't have the same appeal as Thrall, who could command hundreds of thousands of followers and attract over 100,000 adventurers.
Alternatively, an elite force could be sent to raid the Slave Pens.
But given the terrain of Coilfang Reservoir, it would be very difficult to sneak in.
In the end, all we can do is pin our hopes on magical powers.
Determining Thrall's location through Bloodline Connection and then casting Blood Summoning is one of the best methods.
Blood Magic, originating from the Blood God G'huun, is considered Evil and forbidden form of magic by the Earthen Ring.
But in order to save Thrall, they couldn't care less about that.
Miu'en suddenly realized. "No wonder you issued quests offering high prices to hire adventurers."
Nobundo smiled slyly, "All I want is their blood, I have no intention of paying."
At night, Miu'en arranged for scouts to patrol, and everyone drifted off to sleep.
In the dead of night, a sudden shout of battle erupted, and flames soared into the sky from the camp.
Miu'en was taken aback and quickly put on his clothes and ran out of the tent.
"Impossible, how did Vashj manage to fool the elements?"
To prevent Vashj from launching a sneak attack, the Earthen Ring is connected to Elemental Power, which can issue an early warning if the Naga attack.
Nearby, Nobundo, equally bewildered, stared in astonishment at the chaotic camp:
"Not Naga, but Orcs."
Miu'en recognized the banner; the elite troops attacking the camp were Orgrimmar's wolf riders.
All the hired adventurers were killed, the Orcs showed mercy, and the Shaman of the Earthen Ring, though surrounded, suffered no casualties.
Miu'en said in a humble voice, "I am the leader of the Earthen Ring, and I entered Zangarmarsh to rescue an old friend."
An Orcs stepped forward from the crowd, surveyed the assembly, and announced in a loud voice:
"By order of Saurfang the Great, the adventurers of Zangarmarsh are in chaos and fighting incessantly, which has angered the elements. For the glory of Azeroth, all adventurers entering Zangarmarsh must reside in Telredor. Those who disobey will be killed without mercy. Considering your transgression, you will be spared this time, but if it happens again, you will be executed without mercy."
The Orcs withdrew, and the members of the Earthen Ring looked at each other in bewilderment.
After a long pause, Miu'en managed to squeeze out a sentence: "This is Saurfang's counterattack."
Nobundo hung his head in exasperation; Saurfang's reach was too long, extending even into Zangarmarsh.
"Since that's the case, we have no choice but to comply. Let's head to Telredor now."
However, things are far from that simple.
When the group arrived at Telredor, they found a notice hanging at the entrance.
It turned out that after Thrall was captured, the news spread throughout Azeroth through various channels.
Savior had too many fans, Thrall countless guilds and adventurers spontaneously entered Zangarmarsh, preparing to unite and rescue Thrall.
Saurfang saw a business opportunity and sent Orcs to sweep through Zangarmarsh, forcing adventurers to settle in Telredor.
To enter Telredor, one must purchase a ticket, on the condition that Consecration all their possessions and flesh, leaving only bones to be made into the Forsaken.
To save Thrall, you must Consecration everything.
Interestingly, quite a few adventurers died as a result, and strips of meat hung outside Telredor waiting to be dried.
However, once you become Forsaken, you'll be under Sylvanas's control. Whether you'll have a chance to save Thrall, who knows?
After reading the notice, everyone in the Earthen Ring changed color.
The Shaman of the Earthen Ring are all wealthy and powerful, but they lack this awareness.
Miu'en remained silent for a long while. "Zangarmarsh isn't Horde territory."
In Zangarmarsh, besides the Alliance and Horde camps and Coilfang Reservoir, there is also the neutral Sporeggar.
After a long and arduous journey, the group from the Earthen Ring finally managed to bypass the treacherous Coilfang Reservoir and arrive at Sporeggar.
To prevent any unforeseen complications, Nobundo built the Altar of the Holy Light and used the Holy Light's teachings to search for Thrall's father, Durotan.
Deep in the mountains of Nagrand, a place rarely visited by humans.
An elderly Orcs, having finished a long day's work, carried a wild beast on his back on his way home.
Behind the Orcs was an old Frostwolf Clan, so old and wounded from its youth that it walked unsteadily.
Even so, the old wolf still had a pair of sharp eyes.
The old Orcs's home was a stone house at the bottom of a cliff, with dense vines growing overhead and shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see anything from above.
A suitable secluded place, undisturbed by anyone for many years.
Upon reaching the stone house, the old Orcs put down the beast's carcass. Still catching his breath, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
"What... what's going on?" The old Orcs pointed tremblingly at the Snow Tea Flower by the door.
The Snow Tea Flower, unique to Frostfire Ridge, blooms only once every hundred years, its flowers as white as snow, and its flowering period also lasts for a hundred years.
If it withers before its appointed time, it means something ominous is about to happen.
This Snow Tea Flower, which had been blooming for less than thirty years, has withered away today.
An elderly Orcs woman emerged from the house, looking in surprise at the withered Snow Tea Flower.
"Old man, is our peaceful life really coming to an end?"
The old Orcs frowned. "We should have been forgotten long ago. Why would anyone remember us? It's over. The good days are over."
The elderly Orcs couple watched the sun slowly set behind the mountains and couldn't help but sigh.
As the sun sets, the Frostwolf Clan, who has followed her for many years, breathes its last, and the last leaf of the Snow Tea Flower falls.
A row of two-headed dragons streaked across the sky.
The Tauren's weight was too great, causing the Wyvern carrying Miu'en to sway and stagger, requiring several rests along the way and delaying the journey.
"Are you sure the Durotans are living in seclusion here?" Miu'en asked.
The journey was far from safe; a Burning Legion camp was hidden deep in the mountains. If it weren't for the elemental warning, the Earthen Ring group would have been wiped out long ago.
Nobundo, gripping the reins of the Wyvern, replied:
"It's absolutely true, the Holy Light never lies."
"What are your plans? How do you intend to persuade the Durotans?" Miu'en asked.
The Bloodline Connection required far too much blood, which would have been tantamount to killing the couple.
Nobundo stated confidently, "The great Savior Thrall is of paramount importance to Azeroth. Durotan and his wife will surely understand the greater good. If necessary, we may resort to force."
Miu'en stroked his chin and said, "I know Thrall fairly well. Thrall certainly won't let this go after his parents were sacrificed."
"We must keep this a secret," Nobundo said nervously. "If the secret is revealed, we will all die."
The Wyvern weaved through the crisscrossing vines and landed safely below the cliff.
A simple stone house was right in front of us.
Nobundo strode forward. At the entrance of the stone house, an Orcs couple sized up the newcomer.
"Durotan, it really was you."
Nobundo immediately recalled the night Shattrath City fell, the Orcs general bathed in Holy Light, his undisguised mockery.
Although Durotan was very old, Nobundo recognized him at a glance.
Durotan, not recognizing the Broken, asked in surprise:
What are you?