Planning the Voyage Overseas
There is no doubt that the task of crossing the sea was completed by Thrall, because Medivh has designated him, and Zul'ra serves as King of the Amani, it is impossible to leave behind a large family property of Jintha'Alor and Zul'Aman and travel across the ocean to find a new home in Kalimdor.🍫🍫 🐍🎉
"Okay!" Thrall looked at Zul'ra who was looking at him steadily, and quickly responded, but he was always a little hesitant, because it was really uncertain whether Orcs would be able to find a reliable place after leaving this continent.
"Don't worry! Thrall, I will do my best to help you. This time you will only take our elite Warrior to sea. The elderly and children will stay here and be taken care of by me." Zul'ra looked at the hesitant Thrall and couldn't help but say.
"Okay!" Thrall no longer hesitated and nodded affirmatively. Although the situation overseas is unpredictable, even if the prediction is incorrect, Orcs and Trolls still have many problems surviving on this continent. It is better to go out to sea to hunt and find enough life.
"Warchief." Broxigar stood aside, watching the two people discussing, and couldn't help but step forward and kowtow to Thrall and bow down.
"Broxigar." Thrall opened his eyes and looked at the old man Orcs who saluted him.
"Warchief, please be sure to take me with you this time." Broxigar looked at Thrall who was looking at him and couldn't help but say.
"Bring Broxigar with you! I can see that his fighting spirit and physical fitness have not been completely eliminated, and his reason can give you a lot of advice and help." Zul'ra looked at the requesting Broxigar and couldn't help but said to Thrall.
"Okay! I allow you to go to sea with me. As for the farm here, I will let Drek'Thar stay and take charge. Many young men are not very obedient now. I think those guys on the farm must have gone out to fight!" Thrall listened to Zul'ra's words and couldn't help but nodded. At the same time, he opened his eyes. He also noticed that there were fewer Orcs on the farm.
"Yes, they went to fight the nearby Ogres." Broxigar nodded.
"Which Ogres have harassed our villages?" Thrall asked the same question as Zul'ra.
"No." Broxigar looked dull and didn't say much.
"They still can't calm down!" Thrall's wide jaw moved, and his blue eyes looked very sharp.
"Yes, they always thirst for battle and blood."
"When they come back, let them harvest the grains in the fields. If they haven't finished harvesting, they won't be allowed to eat." Thrall held his breath, listening to his words, Broxigar tapped his chest and chin and retreated.
"My people are still affected by the blood of evil." Thrall looked at Broxigar who was leaving, and turned to look at Zul'ra. He used the Shaman spell to expel all Orcs's fatigue and weakness, but many people also became old-fashioned.
"There are also people who have regained their awareness of being Warrior, like Broxigar." Zul'ra looked at Thrall who had a headache, and replied noncommittally, Trolls also has some two hundred and fifty, just don't let them come to the stage.
"Yes, but he is already old." Thrall rubbed his forehead. Broxigar is the old Warrior of the Blackrock Clan. He has the honor of Warrior, but he is already old.
"Thrall, no matter how long a person lives, he will die one day. No matter how brave Warrior is, there will be a moment when he falls, but as long as his heart does not stop, his spirit will always move forward." Zul'ra reached out and touched his heart.
"Yes, that's right, power and glory, Blood and Thunder, all souls will always be with us." Thrall looked at the slow Trolls and couldn't help but close his eyes and exhale, putting aside his distracting thoughts and decadence in his thoughts.
"Thank you, Zul'ra Jin." Thrall opened his eyes again, feeling the joy expressed by Wanling to him and the hope for the future in his heart, he couldn't help but say to Zul'ra.
"No, let's talk about the preparations before going to sea this time! Amani now has fourteen battleships and seven transport ships, how many do you need to take away!" Zul'ra looked at Thrall who showed fatigue to his fellow Orcs compatriots, and couldn't help but grin. The problems with Orcs gave Thrall a headache, which shows how much they have been cheated. I hope this situation will improve after Grom kills Ma Fat, and also hopes that Grom can kill Ma Fat.
"Give me all the transport ships, and you should also keep some battleships." Thrall listened to Zul'ra's words and said slightly.
"I have left three destroyers and four transport ships for work. The remaining fourteen ships, including Bat Nest, can transport about seven thousand people in addition to the original more than six thousand sailors. I will transfer to you two thousand Warrior and sufficient supplies." Zul'ra clicked on Amani's existing ships and ship transportation capacity.
"Then I still need to summon five thousand Warrior." Thrall nodded solemnly.
"Yes!" Zul'ra nodded.
"Okay, let's do that. But where is the ship now? Where do we need to start from?" Thrall pondered for a moment. The sea is extremely dangerous, but there are warships here, so it is enough to fight.
"Before I leave, I have already gathered the ships. The ships have probably gathered together. If you want to set off to the west, then pick a coast from Hillsbrad Foothills. I will let the ships come near. You can set off immediately after you board the ship." Zul'ra thought for a moment and said, the earlier the better, the better.
"There is a coast on the east side of the Dathomir River. I think we can start there, but recently I found that there are some humans living there, and it is said that some Dwarves have been haunted recently." Thrall touched his wide chin and quickly thought of a place.
"Dwarves? Those guys are stubborn and greedy, but if you don't mess with them, they won't cause trouble, but we must also take precautions." Zul'ra Listen As for Thrall, I couldn't help but think a little. Now the situation is becoming more and more changing. Ironforge and Aerie Peak have always been a member of the Alliance. It is difficult to prevent them from causing trouble.
"If there is trouble, then destroy them." Thrall clenched his fist and smashed it. He was easy to talk to, but he would not let others bully him.
"That's it." Zul'ra looked at the fierce Thrall and didn't take it seriously. If he wanted to fight, he might have to face Alliance huge pressure here, but don't be timid.
"Warchief, they have come back." A voice came from outside the house. The Orcss who went to hunt Ogres on the farm have come back.
"Let them harvest the grain." Thrall showed no intention of getting up, and the footsteps outside gradually faded away.
"By the way, Thrall, there are some things I need to tell you. Your planting technology needs to be learned and improved. This time, go to Kalimdor. Among the Warrior I gave you, there are farmers and Witch Doctor. They can do many things., In addition, many of our sailors are craftsmen and fishermen, you can use them as appropriate." Zul'ra looked at Thrall who spoke loudly, and couldn't help but remind him, Amani's Warrior is actually synonymous with "adult".
"Of course, in addition to being Warrior, we Orcs are also excellent hunters and craftsmen." Thrall couldn't help but smile after listening to Zul'ra's words. Orcs and Trolls do not have excellent technology, and the population is not as large as that of humans, so they are usually used by one person. People who are not involved in production at all do not exist. Everyone has some life skills.