A Letter from Thrall

Medivh possessed by Sargeras was killed three years ago in Dark Portal. At that time, Zul'ra had not yet traveled through time. The Medivh he saw now was the body of his son that was picked up by Aegwynn, the former guardian and the mother of Medivh. The resurrected Medivh is also the true guardian and oracle.ıllıllı ıllıllı

Now Medivh is rushing to summon Orcs and Trolls to go to the west Kalimdor, precisely to deal with the new round of invasion by the Burning Legion, not only Orcs, Trolls, he wants to summon even humans, but it's uncertain how many humans are willing to listen to him. Even if Zul'ra knows the plot, he still feels a little uneasy about this world.

"Boom!" The thunder outside the stone window brought back Zul'ra's mind.

"You have to rely on yourself to be a human being." Zul'ra looked at the bursts of lightning outside the window and couldn't help but rub his face before going back to sleep. Although it was a pity, actually thinking about it carefully, even if he got knowledge from Medivh, where would he find such a group of mages to infuse himself with magic power? Moreover, Medivh's guardian power has been passed down for several generations, and it is hard to say what changes it has undergone.

With the thoughts in his mind, Zul'ra fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, the morning sun had already risen outside the window, and there were water droplets hanging under the eaves. After a night of wind and rain, Jintha'Alor's air was extremely fresh.

"Zul'ra Jin." The sound of hurried footsteps came, and at the same time, accompanied by a call, Zul'ra jumped up from the stone bed and shouted "come in", only to see a Tooth-Soldiers come in from outside.

"The chief of Orcs sent a letter."

"Give it to me." Zul'ra took the letter from Tooth-Soldiers, opened the envelope and looked at it. As expected, the content of the letter from Thrall was exactly what he had received from Medivh. He was a little undecided, so he wrote to ask for opinions.

Thrall described in the letter that in his dream he saw Alliance and Horde restarting the war. On the battlefield, fire rained from the sky and hordes of demons swept the world. It was a nightmare. When he woke up from the dream, he met a prophet who could transform into a raven. The prophet guided him to lead his people to the west Kalimdor.

"Go and prepare a boat for me." Zul'ra was not surprised and asked Tooth-Soldiers to prepare the boat. Then he washed himself up. Thrall wrote to ask for advice, so he naturally wanted to go and sail. He explained it and sent Orcs to Kalimdor. After all, Kalimdor is one of the four continents in the world today and will be a must-contested place in the future world structure.

"Yes!" Tooth-Soldiers followed the order and returned soon, saying that the ship was already preparing.

"When you came here just now, what did you call Warchief?" Zul'ra squatted at the door of the stone residence, with a basin and towel at his feet. He used a bristle brush soaked in salt to clean his teeth. He looked at Tooth-Soldiers who was standing by and blinked his eyes.

"The chief of Orcs!" Tooth-Soldiers raised his eyes slightly.

"Why is it called that?" Zul'ra used a bristle brush to clean his teeth and asked with some surprise, Amani doesn't like being a member of Horde?

"I feel that he is not suitable to be Warchief, Orcs and all Recklessness are impulsive, and the last failure was all because of them." Tooth-Soldiers replied matter-of-factly.

"Have you ever been in contact with those Orcs?" Zul'ra blinked his eyes listening to Tooth-Soldiers's words. Why are these words so familiar? It seems that he has said it before. Well, Thrall also said it last time.

"That's not true, but according to Mogaga and the others, the Orcs children in the city are good, they are very strong, and their elders are also very smart." Tooth-Soldiers moved his fangs, a little uncomfortable with Zul'ra's sudden question.

"Don't define Orcs casually before you come into contact with them. Smart people won't do this. Some of Orcs may be impulsive and stupid, but there are also smart people like me among them, and there are also idiots among us." Zul'ra looked at Tooth-Soldiers who was a little uncomfortable, and took some saliva into his mouth to clean his mouth.

"Like that chief?" Tooth-Soldiers wanted to laugh, but he held it back, and then thought about it and asked.

"Yes, just like their chief, what do you think of him?" Zul'ra spit out the mouthwash in his mouth, washed his face with water, and pulled a towel to wipe his face.

"He seems to be very smart, but I feel that he should not be Warchief. Warchief should be you." Tooth-Soldiers raised his head.

"This is flattering." Zul'ra grinned, put the soft towel in his hand into the basin and squeezed it dry, then poured out the water in the basin next to him, and took the basin, towel and toothbrush back to the house.

"No, they failed last time. How do you know if they will fail this time? Wouldn't it be better for you to become Warchief!" Tooth-Soldiers followed Zul'ra into the house, expressing his dissatisfaction with Thrall.

"Even gods cannot be perfect. That Thrall has wisdom. His role as Warchief is absolutely beneficial to the current Horde." Zul'ra put the towels on the rack to dry, then put the washbasin towels away and spoke slowly.

"I can't see it." Young Tooth-Soldiers shook his head. He couldn't see how Thrall's role as Warchief would be beneficial to Horde!

"If you see it, why do you still need me?" Zul'ra looked at Tooth-Soldiers and couldn't help but laugh. Listening to his words, Tooth-Soldiers felt a little embarrassed.

Zul'ra looked at the embarrassed Tooth-Soldiers, patted him on the shoulder, then straightened his clothes, put on his dagger and cane, and after breakfast, he sent a letter to Thrall, and after saying hello, he ran straight towards Smolderthorn Port.

It only took less than half an hour to go south from Smolderthorn Port by boat. Zul'ra arrived at a lowland beach in Arathi Highlands. This is from Jintha'Alor There are many Orcs and Trolls at the transfer station where transports goods to Orcs. In addition to helping with the transfer, they also catch some fish to supplement their food needs.

Zul'ra did not stay long on the lowland beaches. Instead, he led his troops and ran westward along the rugged mountains. After running for about two hours, they came to a freshwater lake. There was a village next to the lake. It used to be Witherbark Trolls's village, but now Orcs lives there. They established a farm here.

Orcs's agricultural technology was learned from humans. They reclaimed the fertile land of Arathi Highlands, planted crops such as wheat, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, and raised chickens, sheep, pigs and cattle as livestock to obtain food such as eggs, milk and meat.

Although I am trying hard to find a new life, because I was a nomad and have never studied agriculture, the farm of Orcs is not very good. It has just rained in the summer, and the golden wheat is stuck to the ground in the farmland and has not been harvested. The bean sprouts and red pomegranate trees are wilted. Only the potatoes are growing well, but they are planted too sparsely.

"I'll ask Haimuxi to send some apprentices later." Zul'ra grinned as he looked at the depressed farmland. He had forgotten this.

I'll try my best not to get too wet in the future, sorry 0.0