I Blew Up Orgrimmar [Daily 10k, Please Subscribe]

The first stage of negotiations was complete. Both sides reported the situation to the big bosses in the rear for approval. Then they had to wait for the specific time and method for exchanging prisoners. That would be discussed directly by the frontline commanders. So Saurfang had some free time and waited for the second stage of negotiations.

Every day, he still went out onto the streets to observe the Night Elves' purchases. There was little movement at the front now, but the rear had not slowed down either. Whenever a merchant ship arrived with goods, elves would inevitably come to inquire. Anything on their procurement lists was bought up, no matter the quantity.

This was the happiest time for Theramore's merchants. The war had brought in massive orders, and the Eastern Kingdoms had grown wealthy because of it. Whether it was Dwarven firearms or Stormwind City armor, anything connected to war had no trouble finding buyers.

He often saw three blue-haired people who seemed to be dragons strolling through the streets as well. Since two of them were blue-haired girls, they mostly appeared around shops selling clothes, bags, and the like.

Rehgar's people had all left, or perhaps Rehgar was deliberately avoiding him. After all, what he had done could be considered heretical. If the traditionalist Orcs found out, would they not treat him as a traitor?

Looking at the increasingly prosperous Theramore, the Old Orc could not help thinking of Orgrimmar. The massive explosion Garrosh had caused had yet to be fully repaired. The city's population was dwindling because of the war. Its economy was even more depressed, with no production and no trade. Orcs were warriors, skilled at fighting wars. But when it came to business, they relied almost entirely on Goblin supplies.

"Alas!" Saurfang let out