Parallel world of Draenor, Talador region, the Place Where Souls Sleep, Auchindoun.
The atmosphere here was somewhat grim. Draenei scouts had brought back some troubling news.
Orcs across Draenor had formed a completely unified great Horde. Every clan had sworn allegiance, including even the most rational Frostwolf Clan. They called themselves the glorious Orthodox Horde, centered around the seven strongest major Orc clans and jointly ruled by the supreme Warchief, Grom Hellscream.
But that was not the main issue. It was understandable enough. They had spent too long living in a loose, self-governing clan society, so wanting to experience unification was hardly unreasonable.
The real concern was the growing aggression and offensiveness displayed by the Orthodox Horde, which deeply worried the Draenei.
They had lived alongside the Orcs in the world of Draenor for a long time. Although the two races had never interacted much, they had at least coexisted peacefully and harmoniously.
Now, however, the Orcish Horde was massively expanding its military, and all kinds of new gunpowder-based firearms had suddenly appeared among its main forces. From muskets to cannons to steam tanks, they had everything.
Fine, taking a step back, it was understandable for the Orcs to develop their military industry across the board. But there was always a but. The Draenei could hardly be blamed for overthinking it.
The world of Draenor was only so large, and there were only so many major races living on it. The Orcs were suddenly expanding their army on a huge scale and manufacturing military equipment everywhere. Who were they targeting? Did they take the Draenei for fools?
What kind of hunting required an army of this size and weapons with such massive calibers?
And those damned Orcs were even building aircraft carriers!
It was a gigantic warship whose deck was