Dranosh showed Thrall around Regar Territory. After resting for only one night, Thrall was ready to gather the Mag'har Orcs.
"Great Chieftain, do you need my help?" Dranosh could not bear to let Thrall head alone into an unfamiliar region. Those Orcs who robbed travelers along the way had left a poor impression on him.
"It's fine. Ancestor's Spirit will watch over me." Thrall was not worried about this journey. He instructed Dranosh, "Those Orc brethren will gather temporarily in Regar Territory. Once enough people have assembled, they'll head to the Naga's Zandalar and teleport to Azeroth. So I hope Regar Territory can accommodate them for a while."
"No problem!" Dranosh answered loudly. Being able to do something for the Great Chieftain, to offer even a little help, felt like the highest honor to him.
"Good!" Thrall mounted the dire wolf Gale and rode toward the depths of the grasslands. In just one night, Gale had accepted Thrall. That was the most incredible thing about him—he could always earn the affection of every race. Dranosh had also happily lent Gale to Thrall as a mount.
Dranosh watched Thrall travel farther and farther away until he vanished into the grasslands. Only then did he return to Regar Territory.
The Goblin Gordmanpu walked over and said softly, "The High Warlord wants to see you."
Dranosh hurried to Regar's Keep.
When he entered the office, Regar still wore his usual indifferent expression. He asked Dranosh after he finished saluting, "Where is Thrall?"
Dranosh noticed that he had not called him "Great Chieftain." Though he did not understand why, he did not dwell on it. "Great Chieftain has already set out for the grasslands to gather the Mag'har Tribe."
"Oh, so he plans to stay in Regar Territory for the time being?" Regar asked.