His Majesty Rehgar

Seeing that Rehgar had agreed, Deren no longer hid anything. He spread out a map of Outland.

Pointing at Nagrand below Zangar Marsh, he said, "This is the Orcs' homeland, the Nagrand grasslands, isn't it?"

Rehgar nodded. "This is part of my homeland. Of the vast grasslands of old Draenor, only this little remains now." There was a trace of melancholy in his voice.

"Find a place here and build a royal city." Deren pointed at Nagrand. "Preferably near Zangar Marsh. I'll have Zandalar's Naga and Goblin caravans support you."

"What's the detailed plan?" Rehgar asked in return. "There are nomadic Orcish Hordes everywhere there, and I don't have many people under me. How are we supposed to survive on the grasslands?"

Deren shook his head. "The initial scale doesn't need to be large. How many followers can you bring in? The Orcs of Theramore, as well as Tauren and Trolls from the Horde, can all be recruited by you."

Rehgar considered it. "I can probably persuade several dozen gladiators from the various Horde races. If we include Goblins, perhaps we can gather over a hundred people. But the plan to found a kingdom will definitely leak out. I'm afraid Thrall will stop us. It would be best to use expanding the gladiator business in Outland as a cover. That should conceal it for a while."

Deren's fingers lightly tapped the armrest. "That can also keep it hidden from Zandalar's Naga. Establishing an Orc kingdom in Nagrand will also give us a way to restrain Zandalar in Outland."

"I understand! The New Nagrand Kingdom will also be Theramore's foothold in Outland. We can restrain each other while helping each other, balancing the powers in Outland." Rehgar nodded in relief. If his kingdom held value for Theramore and Azeroth, then its