Witherbark Farm
A disaster that is enough to destroy the world is coming, but the problems before us have to be solved. Zul'ra goes straight to Witherbark Farm, and Common hits the bald head Orcs asked for directions, but the other party didn't understand. However, he knew that Trolls was an ally, so he quickly turned around and called for an old, gray-haired Orcs.§.•´¨'°÷•..× ×,.•´¨'°÷•..§
"Hello, friend Trolls, I am Broxigar. If you can use me in any way, please just ask!" Old Orcs is very strong and has green muscles all over his body. Her bulging flesh and gray hair were tied into two braids from the back of her head, hanging from her shoulders to her chest. That was Orcs's popular hairstyle, and Thrall's hair was also tied in this way.
"Broxigar..." Zul'ra listened to old Orcs introducing himself, and subconsciously stared at the green-skinned and white-haired old man Orcs in front of him. He couldn't imagine that this ordinary old man Orcs in front of him was the only mortal who cut Sargeras.
"My name is Zul'ra Jin, Broxigar. I am here to wait for Warchief. He and I agreed to meet here. Is he here now?" Zul'ra was a little surprised, but quickly recovered and introduced himself and his purpose to the other party.
"Warchief? I didn't receive the news." Broxigar listened to Zul'ra's words, which was also a little unexpected. He did not expect that the strange straight Trolls in front of him, turned out to be the chief of Amani, came here to see Warchief, but Warchief is not here now, and he has not received any news at all.
"It doesn't matter, I just made an agreement with Warchief using Xinying this morning. He will come here and I will wait for him here." Zul'ra looked at the somewhat surprised old man Orcs and explained quickly. He and Thrall just sent the letter and rushed here. It is normal for Witherbark Farm not to know.
"Then I'm afraid you have to rest here for a while. Please follow me." Broxigar listened to Zul'ra and quickly led him the way.
"By the way, where are the rest of you?" Zul'ra followed Broxigar into the farm. Looking at the Orcs-style farmhouse buildings and the people in the farm, he couldn't help but look sideways. There were too few Orcs in this farm.
"They went to the village to kill Ogres, please come in." Broxigar pointed to the southwest direction for Zul'ra, then walked to a farmhouse, lifted the animal skin curtain, and asked Zul'ra to come in.
"Is Ogres here harassing you?" Zul'ra led a Tooth-Soldiers into the farmhouse, asking questions while looking around Orcs's house.
The building of Orcs has a typical nomadic style. The house is in the shape of a five-sided tent with some cornices on the raised corners. It looks low and short, but when you walk in, you will see a large and wide underground space, which is simple and clean.
"No." Broxigar led Zul'ra into the door, asked him to sit on a piece of animal skin, watched him look around, and shook his head in a muffled voice.
"No?" Zul'ra looked back at old Orcs, if not, then why are you going to fight Ogres?
"No." Broxigar is not good at words and doesn't want to say anything else.
"Okay!" Zul'ra looked at the old man Orcs who didn't talk much and didn't talk much about life. In fact, it was easy to guess. I'm afraid it was because of Orcs's Bloodlust character.
Orcs were once infected by Fel and became murderous and ferocious. After the defeat, they became mentally weak and depressed. Until Thrall used the Shaman spell to dispel their feebleness, but some of them may have started to become violent again.
Although he is now a part of Horde, Zul'ra is not suitable to talk to Broxigar about Orcs's problem now. He can only wait for Thrall to come over and respond to him, so Zul'ra did not speak again, but waited patiently.
Broxigar saw that Zul'ra didn't say anything and was silently welcoming, which made Zul'ra a little uncomfortable, so he found some topics, such as Orcs's architecture. Zul'ra was very interested in this, and Broxigar also answered directly.
Orcs's house looks like a tent, but in fact it is a hole in the ground. It is usually built under trees or high slopes. It is first surrounded by solid wood walls and then dug out a vast, warm and comfortable space inside. It is a bit like the Hobbit's Bag End in fantasy novels, but it is simpler and rougher.
Zul'ra was very interested in Orcs's cave, so he asked Broxigar to show him around. Old Orcs did not refuse, but at this time, Orcs came over to report that Warchief had arrived.
Faced with the interrupted visit, Zul'ra did not take it seriously, but followed Broxigar to greet Thrall. Thrall was still wearing black plate armor and carrying a huge Doomhammer in his hand. After meeting, he stepped forward and gave him a big hug with one arm.
"Thank you, Zul'ra Jin, my brother, thank you for making this trip yourself." Thrall was very grateful to Zul'ra. Trolls did not care about Orcs's downfall and gave them a great help.
"This is related to Horde's future. I have to come." Zul'ra straightened up and said after letting go of Thrall.
"Then let's talk about it. You also dreamed of the picture. Tell me, what did you see?" Thrall was extremely serious. He knew from Zul'ra's letter that he also saw the picture.
"To be precise, I didn't dream of anything, but I saw a crow. It told me about the disaster, and I had seen some scenes before, with countless Undead attacking this land." Zul'ra told Thrall half-truthfully as he followed Thrall into the house.
"Undead, these days, I have indeed heard a lot of such news from humans, but what I saw in my dream was demonic flames falling from the sky. Then when I woke up, I saw a prophet who could turn into a raven. He said that disaster was coming and asked me to go to the west to find Kalimdor." Thrall entered the room ahead and said to Zul'ra in a deep voice.
"I think we should listen to the prophet." Zul'ra said without hesitation.
"But we have too many people." Thrall hesitated a little. The population of Orcs and Trolls is not a small number. It is very troublesome to cross the sea and requires many ships. And how far in the west is Kalimdor?
"Of course we can't all go. Some of us will go by boat first, find a territory to settle down, and then look for the prophet to clarify the matter and find a way to solve the disaster. We will look at it later, what do you think?" Zul'ra said the plan slowly.
"Very good, but how many people should we take? And who will lead the team?" Thrall blinked, this plan is good, but the problem is that the sea is not easy to cross, and who will lead the team?
"The number of people crossing the sea depends on the ship. As for who goes to the west Kalimdor, I think you are the only one." Zul'ra looked at Thrall intently, this mission is yours.
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