Azerite and So-Called Admonition

Dazar'alor, Horde Embassy District, Hall of the Colossal Seal.

"Believe me, King Saurfang, Father also wanted to replace that batch of stubborn old fossils. But Zandalar is beset by troubles both within and without. We are seeking recovery amid internal unrest, and that is no easy task, let alone a complete overhaul of the upper ranks."

Sitting across from him, Princess Talanji shrugged helplessly, then beckoned for the attendants to bring wine.

"I understand. Given the current situation, the Glory Legion is more than willing to maintain Zandalar's internal stability. Once we can spare the manpower, the Horde's armies can launch a full-scale assault on Uldir, wipe out that traitor Zul, and destroy the dark power lurking there."

Princess Talanji did not answer at once. Instead, she closed her eyes, seeming to sense something.

A moment later, she opened her eyes again and looked at King Saurfang.

"Once the Horde can spare the manpower, who will be the supreme commander of that army attacking Uldir? That is what concerns me more... Has the Horde's internal political situation truly become so tense?"

King Saurfang sighed at her words and nodded.

"Garrosh is a good Warchief, that is beyond doubt. But his policies are far too radical and extreme. We of the warlord faction will never blindly obey such extremism and radicalism."

Princess Talanji nodded as well. "Vol'jin, representing the Troll United Clans and the Tauren of Mulgore, has expressed the same view to Father. It is only that Father has always been conflicted. His personality is sometimes precisely his weakness."

"But you are different, Her Highness the Princess. I believe you have already made your decision." King Saurfang chuckled deeply, raised his cup, and drained it.

"That is right. Therefore, all Azerite Ore produced in Zandalar will remain in Zandalar, at