Theramore, Mage Tower.
Thrall accompanied the first batch of Orcs summoned from the Nagrand grasslands for the second time as they were teleported to Theramore.
There were over three hundred Orcs this time, personally led by him. At least there were no Polymorph accidents.
"Jaina, my old friend, it has been a long time." Seeing Jaina outside the Magic Array, maintaining the stability of the Outland Portal, Thrall stepped forward to greet her with feeling.
"Hi, Thrall! Has everything been well?" Jaina greeted him as well, then seemed to recall something. "Something happened recently. The Orcs you recruited last time got into trouble."
"What?!" Thrall was greatly startled. "What happened?"
Jaina looked hesitant to speak. "As for what exactly happened, let me take you there. Ask the officials you left behind. It is hard for me to explain at the moment."
"Alright!" Thrall looked back at the several hundred Orcs from Outland. This was not the place to talk.
So Jaina cast a spell and teleported Thrall and the Orcs to the warehouse the Orcs had rented.
Once the teleportation ended, Thrall was shocked to see that only some wounded Orcs remained in the warehouse. They were missing arms and legs, while more than half the group had vanished without a trace.
Sweeping his gaze around, Thrall saw Warlord Mogronar tending to the wounded with several others. He immediately called him over and demanded, "What is going on?"
Mogronar wore a miserable expression as he recounted what had happened.
Thrall's face turned livid. "So you failed to keep those newly arrived Mag'har Orcs under control and let them rush out to snatch the Goblins' roasted meat, bringing down suppression by the Theramore guards. Then those idiots actually dared to resist, and more than half of them were killed?"
"Yes, yes!"