Thrall committed Deren's words to memory and then showed a proud expression. "No problem, Advisor Deren. I've remembered it all." This level of difficulty was merely a small test of Thrall's memory and did not strain him at all.
Deren said helplessly, "All right, Great Chieftain Thrall. Good luck to you all!"
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Thrall hoisted the crate of grenades onto his shoulder and bid Jaina farewell.
The mistress of Theramore said kindly, "My old friend, so much has happened lately. I'm truly sorry I couldn't be of much help. Perhaps my bad luck has rubbed off on you. I've lost quite a few orders recently as well. Last time, demons even assassinated one of my guard officers. I've spent a great deal of effort on maintaining public order."
Faced with such frank and selfless words from Jaina, Thrall was deeply moved. Carefully carrying the crate of grenades, he said to Jaina, "I'm extremely grateful for your help, my old friend. The Horde will face very difficult circumstances next, but I believe we will overcome them and win the final victory. And the Horde will never forget Theramore's friendship."
After saying that, Thrall bid Jaina farewell and walked out.
Only after Thrall had been gone for quite some time did Jaina exchange a glance with Deren. She then teleported back to the Mage Tower. Now they could say what had been inconvenient to say earlier.
"How is it, my advisor? There's nothing wrong with that crate of new weapons, is there?" the female mage asked with a grim expression.
Deren immediately replied, "Don't worry. Everything has been arranged. That batch of weapons will remain stable for a while, but beyond that, it's hard to say."
"Thrall won't notice, will he? That guy is terribly shrewd."