Ashenvale, Orcish Horde main camp.
Thrall had been in a good mood lately. The warriors below had begun accepting bread, and the officers he had personally promoted reported all kinds of Horde gossip to him every day.
"Saurfang, old friend, you have no idea what I heard the warriors talking about while I was eating with one of the squads today." The moment Thrall returned to his tent, he summoned Saurfang and told him the news he had just heard.
"What is it, Great Chieftain?" The Old Orc was in good spirits as well. They had recently gathered many wandering warriors from other small clans, and the Frostwolf clan had grown stronger once more.
"Our patrolling warriors discovered that those Elf Druids have come over and are casting spells in the forests around us, trying to restore the forest ecosystem." Thrall said with amusement, "Is there really nothing wrong with those elves' brains? For the sake of their so-called natural doctrine, they are actually taking the initiative to restore balance to the forests we cut down. Quite a few warriors have already found new saplings growing in forests the Druids have visited."
"Haha, then we must treat these children of nature well. Don't scare them. Have the patrols avoid them and give them time to cast their spells properly." Saurfang found it novel as well.
"Mm, I have already given the order. If they find those Elf Druids, they are to go around them and not disturb them." Thrall had naturally reacted quickly.
"These ideas about natural doctrine truly have serious problems. The forest is more important than their own elven kin. Never mind. If they are willing to do it, let them do it happily. Restoring the forest benefits us greatly." The Old Orc felt that having such foolish