The Strange Mission to Open the Gate

Saurfang and the Orc captains under him had been in a cold war for several days. They had simply gone to the Insect Nest to farm gold—no, to kill insects. Then they traded for Goblin food and drink. Though it was all rough jerky and cheap liquor, from captains to ordinary soldiers, the Orcs felt this life was simply wonderful. They had no desire for any change at all. Wars always meant casualties anyway; now they could kill insects while having meat and alcohol. What did a few deaths and injuries matter?

Saurfang had no choice but to finally yield to his subordinates. He went to find Jaina.

"Hello, Lady Jaina. Could you help me make a trip to Ashenvale? I need to report the current situation to Great Chieftain Thrall," Saurfang asked cautiously.

"Have you encountered some difficulty?" Jaina had no choice but to show a little sympathy.

The Old Orc fell silent for a moment. He took a deep breath before saying, "My men need to prove their courage by destroying the Insect Nest on their own. But the casualties have been substantial, so I need to request more reinforcements from Great Chieftain Thrall."

Jaina showed no mockery upon hearing this. Instead, she was greatly shocked. "You Orcs truly are incredibly brave. The Alliance fears casualties most of all, so we have no choice but to pay a great price, from Magic Crystals to logistical barbecue, just to satisfy those archmages' demands."

Saurfang did not think she was being sarcastic. Instead, he felt faintly proud. But what else could he do? He opened his mouth again and requested, "My lady, could you use your Teleportation Spell to take me back to Ashenvale? The Great Chieftain and the Horde will certainly be grateful for your help."

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