Although it was only a small, low-probability Polymorph failure, Thrall had lost half the Orcs he had just gathered. It left him both suspicious and relieved.
He suspected that the Goblins had caused the accident, but he was relieved that he had not been part of that teleportation.
He steadied himself and said to the Goblins, "Rest up for now. I'll continue gathering Orcish brethren from the other Horde tribes."
He soon arrived at Regar Territory again. This time, however, Dranosh was nowhere to be seen. After asking several Orcs harvesting wheat, he learned that Dranosh was handling affairs at Regar's Keep.
"Could you take me to see him?" Thrall asked an Orc cutting wheat.
"Sorry, Great Chieftain, we're all busy harvesting wheat. We have to finish within the allotted time, or we'll be punished." The Orc kept cutting as he spoke, as if even exchanging a few words with Thrall would waste too much time.
"This..." Seeing how diligent the Orc was, Thrall could not bring himself to ask him to spare time for him. Compared to these Orcs, who conscientiously completed their tasks on their own, the Orcs in his Horde were incredibly lazy. They either made excuses to shirk work or found places to hide and loaf around. That was why Orcish officers had grown used to occasionally cracking their whips, loosening up the bones of the Orcs beneath them.
"Fine. I'll go see him myself." Still unwilling to give up, he rode Gale toward Regar's Keep.
Soon, he arrived before the castle, where a guard stopped him. "Greetings, Great Chieftain. Only residents of Regar Territory are permitted to enter or leave here. If you wish to enter, I'll need to seek approval from above."
Thrall could not help frowning. He had no idea what was going