Rend Blackhand pondered for a long time before finally agreeing with Thrall's opinion.
Unlike Eitrigg, Rend Blackhand is a man who truly accomplishes great things and is capable of drawing inferences from one instance to another.
"Not only the Tauren, but I also want to take this opportunity to unify Kalimdor, bring everyone under my command, and form a new Horde."
Thrall looked surprised, and after thinking for a while, said:
"The time is not right yet. I advise you to think carefully before you act."
Rend laughed heartily, a look of disdain on his face. "Thrall, how can you be so cowardly? This isn't like you."
Thrall lowered his head, hesitating to speak:
You don't understand.
Thrall wanted to say that he had Medivh and the Burning Legion's support back then, which allowed him to act without restraint.
Rend is just an opportunist who could be abandoned by the Army of the Light at any time. Lacking a strong backer, he shouldn't have such great ambitions.
In the end, Thrall said nothing; persuading an ambitious person is no easy feat.
Rend waved his hand, and the guards brought in a sturdy Tauren, along with hot pot utensils and Thrall's favorite sauce.
Thrall was startled and trembled, thinking it was his last meal before execution.
Rend grinned, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and said:
"Thrall, this is a matter of life and death. For the establishment of the New Horde, I expect you to give your all. As long as you are useful, you will not die."
Thrall breathed a sigh of relief, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:
"I am willing to serve the Warchief; I am but your dog."
Rend's ambitions were immense. He sent messengers to Rom to discuss not only forming an alliance between the two sides, but also uniting the various tribes of Kalimdor to establish New Horde.
Rom was also an ambitious man who coveted the position of Warchief, and the two sides quickly reached an agreement.
So Rend sent messengers, in the name of Orgrimmar and Thunder Bluff, to invite Durotan of Winterspring, Mar'gok, the Imperator of Gadgetzan, and Taran Zhu of the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, to a gathering in the neutral city of Ratchet.
With Rom and Rend joining forces, neither side could withstand the pressure and had no choice but to agree.
With the arrival of the five Mogul, the goblins of Ratchet were Goblin busy, preparing all sorts of delicacies.
Because Rom was attending the meeting, the Goblins dared not offend the Mulgore Tauren and purchased five hundred Highmountain Tauren in advance.
The first to arrive was the Imperator Mar'gok, who, relying on his status as an Archmage, did not bring his Personal Guards, only two personal servants.
Then came Durotan of Winterspring, who, wearing a Yeti fur coat, went straight to see Imperator Mar'gok.
The two discussed the matter for a long time in the room and initially reached a defensive alliance.
Next came Taran Zhu, who locked himself in his room as soon as he entered Ratchet, refusing to see anyone, and was unusually mysterious.
The day arrived, Rend and Rom arrived hand in hand, chatting and laughing all the way, their arms around each other like old friends.
It's hard to imagine that the two races had just gone through a war, with over a million Lightforging Orcs killed, and the gates of Orgrimmar repeatedly stained red with blood.
Inside the most luxurious hotel conference room in Ratchet, the five Mogul took their seats.
The meeting to decide the future of Kalimdor has officially begun.
The sky was cloudless, and there was an unassuming inn by the sea in Ratchet.
Robbie ordered a glass of Morning Dew Wine and sipped it slowly.
Just two streets away is where the five Mogul are gathering; for security reasons, those two streets have been placed under lockdown.
However, in the world of magic, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever.
Across the table, Kel'Thuzad was preparing an intricate Magic Circle. The crystal ball flashed, and a projection of the venue appeared in front of Robbie.
Robbie could clearly see the voices and smiles of the five Mogul; he felt as if he were sitting in the audience listening to their stories.
The first to speak was the convener, Rend, who sat arrogantly in the host's seat, as if he were already the Warchief.
"Gentlemen, Azeroth is facing a crisis. The Alliance is plotting to destroy Azeroth, especially the Night Elf race, who have tried to kill us all several times. Just a few days ago, the Highmountain Tauren suffered a terrible fate at the Night Elves."
On the table sat five whole, golden-brown roasted cows, emitting an enticing aroma.
Bang! Bang!
Durotan slammed his hand on the table, interrupting Rend's speech:
"Shut up! We're not stupid. Keep your mouth shut to fool those ignorant people. We've come all this way not to listen to your nonsense."
Rend frowned, but for the sake of the greater good, he could only silently suppress his anger.
"Alright, then I'll get straight to the point. Our biggest threats right now are the New Lich King of Durotar Chen Stormstout, Kobold Holy Light Great Emperor in Azshara. I propose that the five of us unite and wipe them out."
Taran Zhu frowned and said unhappily:
"Durotar and Azshara are closest to Orgrimmar, while I am far away in Pandaria. What reason is there for me to wage a long expedition for Orgrimmar?"
Rom stood up, his giant-like figure exuding immense pressure, and said loudly:
"Taran Zhu, the matter of Orgrimmar is the matter of Azeroth. As a member of Azeroth, you have a responsibility to do your part. Don't you understand this simple principle?"
Taran Zhu immediately retorted:
"Tauren, I remember you just ended the war with Orgrimmar, a war that raged and blood flowed like rivers. For the sake of Orgrimmar, you were the one who should have been eliminated."
"Do you want to die, you insignificant Pandaren?" Rom roared.
Rend quickly pulled back the enraged Rom and explained to the others:
"My encounter with Thunder Bluff was just a minor skirmish, nothing serious. Warchief Rom, like me, is concerned about the safety of Azeroth."
The two heads of Imperator Mar'gok mocked together:
"Don't make it sound so nice. We Ogres are different from you Orcs. We never beat around the bush. Rend Blackhand, you just want to be the Warchief yourself."
Rend was taken aback, then blurted out, "I had no such intention. The position of Warchief should be held by a person of high moral standing and prestige."
Durotan laughed heartily:
"Well said. If we're talking about high prestige, although I come from a different time period, in terms of seniority I am your senior, Rend. No one is more suitable for the position of Warchief than me."
Rend was speechless for a moment, unsure how to refute.
Rom stood up again and started arguing unreasonably:
"Rend must become the Warchief. Those who disobey shall die."
"It seems we must go to war," Imperator Mar'gok said grimly. "The Tauren of Thunder Bluff are nothing special, I suppose."
Bang!
Rom cleaved the table in two with a single blow, brandishing his Scarlet Runed Spear and roaring:
"Today I'd like to experience your superior skills firsthand."
Not to be outdone, Imperator Mar'gok raised his staff and cast a spell, causing five whole roasted bulls to circle around him:
"Come here, Tauren, I'm going to roast you over the fire and eat you."
The atmosphere became tense, and it looked like the negotiations were about to break down.
Rend was secretly relieved that Thrall had anticipated this and had prepared a countermeasure in advance.
"Gentlemen, the enemy has not yet been defeated, and we should not fight among ourselves. I have a proposal: none of us should serve as the Warchief. Instead, a truly convincing hero should lead the entire campaign to annihilate the Holy Light Great Emperor and Chen Stormstout."
Taran Zhu sneered, "You're not talking about Thrall, are you? I'd be the first to disagree."
Rend shook his head. "Thrall became Warchief by relying on arrogance and slaughter. Times have changed, and this barbaric style must be eliminated. We need to choose a trustworthy person, Azeroth’s Spokesman, King Magni Bronzebeard. There is no one more suitable than him."