"Quiet!" Thrall raised Doomhammer and summoned a bolt of lightning, instantly cutting off the crowd's noisy clamor.
Seeing the weapon that symbolized the Great Chieftain's authority raised high above the crowd, the soldiers began to calm down. They had rushed over in a heated moment to demand answers, but now they vaguely worried about their own impulsiveness, afraid the Great Chieftain would hold them accountable for today's actions.
"Listen, Frostwolf warriors. I learned today that the food portions handed out have decreased. But this was not specifically aimed at you. The game here has been heavily depleted over this period, and there is not much left. We must plan for the future. That is why I ordered that, starting today, from me, Thrall, down to the officers, we will replace part of our meat with bread and give all the meat we save to our warriors. Although the portions have still shrunk, this is also my sincerity as Great Chieftain." When it came to talking people around, Thrall had learned all sorts of tricks while he was a human slave. Coupled with his own intelligence, the simple Orc warriors quickly fell silent after hearing him.
Yet suspicious gazes remained fixed on him. After all, Orc tradition dictated that no matter how scarce supplies became, officers and spellcasters had to be fed their fill. It was the lowly soldiers beneath them who truly went hungry and had to find ways to fill their own stomachs.
"Old friend, bring me my meal tray," Thrall said softly to Saurfang beside him. He had been busy arranging Horde affairs this morning and had not yet had time to eat the breakfast delivered to him.
Saurfang nodded and immediately turned into the barracks, bringing out Thrall's food. Then he held it high and said in