"Alas!" Jaina sighed. "Out of respect for the Great Chieftain, I'm giving you a chance to come out and surrender. As for the subsequent punishment and compensation, we'll handle it according to Theramore's rules. What do you think?"
"Yes, yes!" Mogronar was overjoyed when he heard this. "Thank you, milady, thank you. We guarantee that we'll comply with Theramore's laws."
Being able to keep his life was already the greatest stroke of luck he had ever had. When those terrifying weapons exploded inside the warehouse, he had been tied up and had thrown himself to the ground with all his might to escape disaster. How could he possibly harbor even the slightest thought of resistance now?
"But!" Jaina's tone turned stern. "If there is another incident of open robbery, resisting the guards, or refusing to surrender, even Thrall's favor won't save you."
"Yes! Yes! I understand. I'll make sure to keep them under control from now on."
"Then it's settled. I won't interfere with what happens next, lest Thrall take issue with me." With that, Jaina signaled for the guards, Mage Corps, and Rangers to begin withdrawing.
When Mogronar saw the army leaving, he limped back to the warehouse entrance. The wrinkles on his gloomy face were practically folded into buns. Inside was a sea of corpses and blood. Only a dozen or so Orcs could still move. The wounded needed treatment, and the dead needed to be dealt with. He simply did not have enough manpower. He had originally had dozens more subordinates, but they had all fled when the incident began. Now that such a tragedy had occurred, even if they heard the news, they probably would not return. There were plenty of Horde workers in Theramore anyway. They could easily hide through a few connections and would