Thrall's gaze drifted toward the Broken Isles, with particular attention to Highmountain, where half a million delicious Tauren lived, with their exaggerated horns, strong limbs, and thick fur.
The Echo Isles are quite far from the Broken Isles, and their food reserves are far from sufficient, but at this point they have no other choice.
A few days later, the Troop Transport Ships were mostly repaired, and 100,000 Dragonblood Orcs boarded, eager to head to the Broken Isles.
After the ship ran out of food, Thrall was about to order the killing of the weak soldiers to eat when the fleet spotted a small, black Island floating on the sea.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was the corpse of Tide Lord Feralas. This enormous mutated Murloc had its head cleaved in two by terrifying magic, and Thrall guessed that it had died at the hands of the Guardian Aegwynn.
The corpse of Feralas provided the Orcs with enough food to solve their immediate crisis. After sailing for some time, the fleet successfully landed on the beach of Highmountain.
The Highmountain Tauren have lived on this land for over ten thousand years, multiplying and forming numerous tribes. They are the Overlords of this land, constantly waging war against each other, making it a land filled with bloodshed and slaughter.
They never dreamed that a group of terrifying monsters would come from the sea, each with a ferocious appearance, sharp fangs, and thick scales that made them impervious to blades and spears, and possessing astonishing fighting power.
Thrall led the Dragonblood Orcs in a bloodbath that wiped Highmountain. Countless Tauren tribes became history, and their settlements were reduced to ashes. It was a horrific catastrophe, and four-fifths of the Tauren in Highmountain perished.
The Tauren were skinned and made into Tough Jerky; their bones were collected to repair Troop Transport Ship or to build tents; and their hides and horns became the armor and weapons of the Dragonblood Orcs.
The Wealth accumulated by the Highmountain Tauren generations enriched Thrall's fleet. From then on, the Highmountain Tauren never recovered. Even more terrifying, their fear of the Orcs was forever buried in their hearts, foreshadowing their later defection to the Horde.
After resting for a period of time in Highmountain and obtaining sufficient military rations and logistical supplies, Thrall, eager for revenge, set sail again, leading the Thrall Dragonblood Orcs to the Echo Isles.
Thrall vowed revenge against the Darkspear Tribe, and whether they hid in the swamps, on deserted islands, or even in secret caves, Thrall swore to find them and kill them in the most brutal way.
Nothing that happened in Highmountain was kept from Chieftain Sen'jin. When Thrall returned with the fury of revenge, Sen'jin's first thought was of the Kul Tiras naval kingdom, hoping to get help from humans.
Sen'jin sent Priest secretly into Kul Tiras to meet with Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, but the negotiations went very poorly, and the Priest left disappointed.
At that moment, Robbie also arrived in Kul Tiras with the Priest.
A month has passed, and the Scourge's 50,000 mages have analyzed many useful spells. Arthas is very confident in resisting the Burning Legion's attack. Of course, the longer the attack can be delayed, the more advantageous it will be for the Scourge.
Robbie found the decision by Admiral Daelin Proudmoore very strange.
Daelin is one of the Veterans who survived the Second War. She witnessed her eldest son's horrific death at the hands of Orcs dragon riders and harbors a deep-seated hatred for Orcs. In Daelin's view, Orcs should not live in Azeroth.
The Dragonblood Orcs are now invincible, and the tragedy of the Tauren in Highmountain is still fresh in everyone's mind. Eliminating the Dragonblood Orcs at sea is arguably Commander-in-Chief Daelin's only chance.
If the Dragonblood Orcs were to land in Kul Tiras and engage in their forte—land warfare—this human maritime kingdom would become history, just like the numerous Tauren Horde of Highmountain, with villages reduced to ashes and cities reduced to rubble.
"It's actually quite easy to guess what Daelin is thinking." Robbie made up his mind. He first contacted Arthas, and then infiltrated Proudmoore Keep to meet the Admiral.
Proudmoore Keep Fortress was heavily guarded, but unfortunately, it couldn't stop Robbie from sneaking in. Robbie used disguise magic to transform into a very powerful butler and entered directly through the main gate without any hindrance.
Inside the fortress's main hall, Daelin was engrossed in handling affairs, surrounded by numerous attendants—merchants, envoys from all over, Pirates, and others—who were constantly reporting to him or receiving orders.
Admiral Daelin Proudmoore was getting on in years, with a lot of gray hair mixed in with her black hair. Daelin's fierce face always gave people a sense of terror. Rather than a naval commander, he was more like Pirate.
In fact, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras started out as Pirate business, and even after establishing a nominal kingdom, they still maintained close ties with Pirates throughout Azeroth.
Pirates plunder everywhere, and the loot they steal can fetch a good price in this country. They can also repair their ships in the port, recruit sailors, hire adventurers, or enjoy some pleasures on land.
Daelin's ancestors were originally the most ferocious Pirates, and their love for the sea was inherited in their bones.
Robbie, a defiant man, stared at the legendary figure's retreating figure and drew this conclusion.
Unfortunately, he was ultimately betrayed by his daughter and died at the hands of Orcs.
A remarkable and ruthless figure, but unfortunately, he failed to manage his family affairs properly.
Daelin, her face serious, held a quill pen dipped in ink and meticulously signed her name on the document. Suddenly, a line of small characters appeared in the ink:
I need to speak with you alone.
Daelin rubbed her eyes, but the words were still clearly visible.
Then, the writing floated up, grew larger and larger, and waved continuously in front of Daelin's eyes before finally disappearing with a snap.
Daelin's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of ferocity flashing between her brows, but she quickly calmed down.
He turned to look at his entourage, generals, and merchants, their expressions unchanged, as if they hadn't noticed anything.
"Am I the only one who can see this? Brilliant magic."
Having spent years adventuring at sea, Daelin has experienced all sorts of mysterious events. The ocean holds countless secrets, and Daelin has had many near-death experiences. He knows that there are many powerful beings in this world, and he must always maintain a sense of awe.
Without showing any emotion, Daelin gave some instructions to those around her, then turned and entered the secret chamber of the Castle.
"I wonder who this distinguished guest is?" Daelin asked, looking into the air.
Robbie appeared beside Daelin; at that moment, he looked like an ordinary Night Elf race.
"Night Elf?"
Daelin was puzzled, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. He knew that Night Elves had long since rejected magic, accepting the faith of the Moon Goddess and the Druid's Path. Why would a skilled Night Elf Mage appear before him?
Robbie, a wise and knowledgeable man, said in a deep voice, "
"Azeroth is full of secrets, Orcs' atrocities have ravaged the world. Daelin, let me guess what you're afraid of, what's stopping you from taking revenge on the Orcs?"
Daelin carefully kept her distance from Robbie, her hand resting on her saber.
"You're afraid of Dragonkin, aren't you? To be precise, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza," Robbie asked, staring into Daelin's eyes.