In the Name of the Horde
After making up his mind, Zul'ra first arranged for Taretha, and then immediately sent an order to Bash, asking him to invite Thrall to come to Jintha'Alor. He wanted to follow this Warchief wants to meet formally and discuss the matter of Horde. Amani is also the founder of Horde, and he is not the same as the Darkspear and Tauren who were rescued by him.💥🎯 👣🍓
On the day Thrall arrived, Zul'ra held a grand welcome ceremony and personally stood at the entrance of Jintha'Alor, looking at who was riding Frostwolf and wearing black armor. Warchief came closer and carefully observed his appearance. As Taretha said, he had a pair of blue eyes, which were very lively. That was what made him different from other Orcs.
In addition to Thrall himself, Zul'ra also paid attention to Orcs who came riding a wolf with him. All of them were strong and capable. They all had green skin and different body shapes. Their facial features were characterized by a wide jaw, hairstyle and canines protruding from the lips. Some Orcs also had metal rings wrapped around their teeth, noses and ears.
Among the many followers, Zul'ra saw a unique Orcs at a glance. He had wild golden pupils, black hair on his head tied into sky-high braids, his forehead hair parted to both sides, and green muscles all over his body. Zul'ra could recognize who he was at a glance, but it was difficult to go up and talk now, because the wolves were already in front of him.
"Welcome, welcome to Amani." Zul'ra looked at Thrall and others who were riding wolves approaching, and glanced at Orcs for a moment., stepped forward with open arms and shouted Common to welcome him. Those Worg who were still running forward turned around and wanted to retreat as if they had hit an invisible wall.
"Woo!" Thrall lowered his body and hugged Snowsong, who was about to turn around. He stopped it from turning around with a whine, and then looked at the tall Trolls who stretched his arms towards him. His eyes swept over his belt and accessories and the dagger at his waist, and finally stopped at the five fingers of his hands, and then jumped Frostwolf Snowsong's back.
Just like Zul'ra knew Thrall, before Thrall came, he also asked about Zul'ra's appearance and characteristics. After following Thrall, Orcss also jumped off their Worgs. Grom immediately followed Thrall, looked up at the tall Trolls not far away and lowered his voice.
"This Trolls is very strong, the power in his voice is powerful and abundant."
"Thank you, thank you for your hospitality, Amani's Zul'ra Jin." Thrall nodded imperceptibly, then strode towards Zul'ra, stretched out his hand to fist his chest, and lowered his eyes slightly.
"Warchief, please come with me." Zul'ra looked at Thrall's courtesy, returned the same salute and nodded, and then without waiting for a reply, he leaned forward and led the way, leading Thrall to the front of Tooth-Soldiers's formation for the military parade welcome ceremony.
"Wow!" Now Tooth-Soldiers has put on neat standard armor. As Zul'ra leads Thrall over, stands in front of the team leader. The Trolls guard chief shouted, and the hundreds of Tooth-Soldiers neatly switched the spears from their right hands to their left hands, held down the kukri at their waists with their right hands, and collectively focused their gazes on Thrall.
Facing the attention of everyone, Thrall did not go through the ceremony, but he and Zul'ra clasped their chests with their fists. Grom and others behind them looked at the tall and armor-clad Trolls guards. No matter how they felt about it, they followed suit and clasped their chests in salute, and followed Tooth-Soldiers's formation together.
Under the attention of hundreds of Tooth-Soldiers, Zul'ra led Thrall and his entourage through the square array and entered the pyramid-shaped city of Jintha'Alor. The two chatted casually on the road until they reached a certain step of Jintha'Alor and sat down.
"Thank you for your grand welcome, Zul'ra Jin. I came here today with excitement and expectation because I want to talk about our relationship." Thrall sat on the stone chair and looked at the straight and tall Trolls opposite. After expressing his gratitude, he went straight to the point.
"Horde is composed of Zul'jin and Orgrim Warchief jointly established, Zul'jin died in my hands in Mak'gora, but I never objected to Amani being a part of Horde Element." Zul'ra looked at Thrall who got straight to the point and spoke directly. Although he seized power violently, his political legacy should be collected. Fortunately, Zul'jin did not leave himself a huge debt.
"You initiated Mak'gora against Zul'jin?" Grom stood beside Thrall's stone chair, his eyes moved slightly. Mak'gora was a duel ceremony for Orcs's rights.
"Yes, I think that in some aspects, Zul'jin and I had differences. I think that our race needs to make changes, but Zul'jin is different from me. In the end, I challenged him to a duel and finally killed him." Zul'ra looked at the extremely eye-catching Warrior, and his expression did not change.
"He died well deserved. Likewise, your duel was honorable." Grom fisted his chest. For Orcs, there is nothing shameful in a duel to seize power. Regardless of winning or losing, both sides are fighting to implement their own will.
"I remember Orgrim This is how Warchief challenged his predecessor Warchief." Zul'ra was not surprised by Grom's words, because Orcs This is the culture of. They neglect life and death and are ashamed of natural death, just like Broxigar who jumped into Well of Eternity and chopped Sargeras with an axe. He achieved a glorious death in his own way.
"Orgrim Warchief died in a battle not long ago and was attacked by a coward." Thrall's voice was a little heavy. He remembered what Orgrim said to him before he died. He needed to find a new way with Horde.
"I heard about this. As a Warrior, it is also a supreme honor to die in battle, especially the battle to liberate the tribe." Zul'ra looked up to the sky and fisted his chest. Thrall, Grom and others followed suit and saluted with their fists on their chests to show their respect for Orgrim.
"Zul'ra Jin, now that Horde has been re-established, Amani will be with us, right?" Thrall put down the fist on his chest and looked directly at Zul'ra.
"Will Horde refuse Amani?" Zul'ra leaned forward slightly on the stone chair and looked directly into Thrall's blue eyes without blinking.
"Orgrim Warchief said, Horde owes Amani a victory." Thrall looked at Trolls, whose green eyes were as sharp as a sword, and replied without thinking.
"I think this victory needs to be won by both of us. At the very least, it can't be like last time Recklessness." Zul'ra looked into Thrall's eyes.
"Yes, we have the same idea, but I think not only can we not Recklessness, but we can only win the victory we deserve and cannot fight blindly." Thrall looked at Zul'ra and said.
"We have the same idea. In the past, my people were too obsessed with power, but I am changing this." Zul'ra must have replied.
"In the name of Horde, we have a lot to change." Thrall felt relieved and smiled in his eyes. Orcs also needs to change.
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