The children who heard the bell soon gathered in the schoolyard. When they saw Leiluo standing in the middle, they first broke into a commotion, then quickly formed orderly ranks and waited for Leiluo to speak.
Looking at the two thousand young Orcs standing in neat formation, Leiluo felt a surge of pride.
If not for him, perhaps so many young Orcs would never have gathered together, nor would they have learned much. They would have had only their parents' words and example to guide them, eventually taking up their parents' work, generation after generation.
Unless someone like Gul'dan caught the eye of a teacher like Ner'zhul, they and their descendants would spend their entire lives repeating the work of their forebears.
"Children! You came here, made friends, learned new things, and took charge of your own futures!"
"But I hope you won't forget: no matter your race or bloodline, you will always be members of the Stone Clan!"
"You will always be my family!"
After speaking from the heart, Leiluo offered a few more words of encouragement, then left. His next destination was the Stone Clan's military camp.
There were another two thousand Orcs training there, nearly adults and already capable fighters. They had begun learning professional combat techniques, rather than the mostly theoretical material taught at the War College.
Once they came of age, Leiluo would conduct another round of selection, choosing five hundred suitable recruits to join the Stone Clan's official fighting force. As for those who didn't make the cut, he would have them take up other occupations. That was the only way to build a well-rounded clan.
It would also ensure the Stone Clan wasn't made up entirely of fighters. Of course, it could also be thought of as military training before they entered society.