Departure

After discussing with Thrall about going to sea, Zul'ra did not stay for a long time, but immediately returned to Jintha'Alor to arrange personnel and food supplies to board the ship. After three days of busy work, the warship set off south, passed through Thandol Span, and headed for Hillsbrad Foothills.🐟✌  👮🐤

In the thick fog in the early morning, the fleet approached the temporary wooden bridge under the guidance of the firelight on the shore. Adult men and women Orcs were standing on the shore carrying large and small bags. Thrall was wearing black plate armor and riding Snowsong. He was standing at the front with a group of wolf-riding marauders to maintain order.

"Thrall." Zul'ra took Tooth-Soldiers off the boat and shouted from a distance along the wooden bridge to the shore. Thrall, who was maintaining order over there, immediately rushed over with two wolf riders.

"The ship is here, you can get on board." Zul'ra looked at Thrall who was sitting in front of Frostwolf, and nodded to him.

"Nazgrel, let them start boarding the ship in order!" Zul'ra turned to face Orcs behind him who was wearing a wolf-skin mask and a beard under his chin.

"Yes, Warchief." The wolf rider named Nazgrel quickly went to deliver the order.

"Follow me, Zul'ra Jin." After Thrall asked his subordinates to leave, he jumped off Frostwolf, led Zul'ra to the side, and while getting out of the way, he also had someone lead a group of Orcs.

The green-skinned Orcs people were crowded. They walked onto the simple wooden bridge carrying large and small packages, and then climbed onto the hull from the wooden bridge. However, ships that were too big like Bat Nest could not dock, so they released small ones one by one. The boat picked up Orcs and the coast was very lively for a moment, but Zul'ra followed Thrall to the side and introduced him to Orcs.

"Drek'Thar, this is the chief of Zul'ra Jin, Amani, Zul'ra Jin, this is the guide of my Shaman way, also It's Shaman from the Frostwolf Clan." Thrall spoke to a special old Orcs, and then turned to introduce Zul'ra.

"Old Shaman." Zul'ra looked at old Orcs with his jaw slightly raised. This old Orcs's eyes were covered with animal hides, his hair and beard were gray, and his skin was not as green as other Orcs, with a little brownish-yellow color. His expression seemed a little cold, but this should be due to the loss of vision.

"Chief Amani, your voice is young and powerful." Drek'Thar tilted his head. He could not see his eyes, but he could judge Trolls in front of him by his voice.

"Zul'ra Jin, while I am not here, please take care of my clan members and teacher Drek'Thar." Thrall took Drek'Thar's words and spoke to Zul'ra. He was entrusting the remaining clan members to Zul'ra.

"Come on, Thrall, I'm not a child." Drek'Thar listened to Thrall's words and poked out the canine on the right corner of his lips, feeling a little unhappy.

"I feel the power of nature in the elder Drek'Thar, Thrall, if you don't mind, I would like to ask him some questions about the elements." Zul'ra looked at the unhappy blind old Orcs and couldn't help but smile and change the subject.

"As a Shaman, I have the obligation to preach the teachings of all spirits to the members of Horde. This does not require orders from Warchief." Drek'Thar seems quite old-fashioned and unwilling to bow down to the Warchief authority of Thrall. He looks like a weird old man. I don't know if he did it intentionally.

"That's great." Zul'ra looked at Drek'Thar, who had an old-fashioned temperament, and couldn't help but look at Thrall in amusement, while Thrall smiled bitterly and shook his head at him.

"So be it!" Thrall smiled bitterly, then put on a serious expression, looking at the crowds of people boarding the ship on the coast. These crowds looked very lively, but they were heading towards a completely unknown road ahead.

"We will succeed." Zul'ra patted Thrall on the shoulder.

"Of course, there is no need to doubt this." Thrall looked up at Zul'ra, with a smile on his face, and patted his elbow with his backhand.

The boarding operation of five thousand people could not be completed in a short time. Thrall was a little anxious, so he rode out on Worg to supervise the ship twice, asking the crowd to speed up. One ship after another, ships began to leave the shore fully loaded with people.

"Bless me! Drek'Thar." Before boarding the ship, Thrall rode Worg to Drek'Thar, jumped down, put down the war hammer in his hand, then stood on the handle of the hammer and half-knelt down to seek blessings from old Shaman.

"Thrall, the flame gives you hope, the running water gives you calmness, the earth gives you patience, and the ubiquitous wind is with you. They will lead you to find the way forward and find our home." Drek'Thar stepped forward, touched the face of Thrall, who was half kneeling, with both hands, and gently sent a blessing.

"Zul'ra Jin." Thrall lowered his head slightly towards Drek'Thar, then stood up, picked up the war hammer and looked at Zul'ra next to him, his eyes hesitant to speak.

"Bon voyage, Warchief." Zul'ra clasped his hands on his chest.

"Waiting for my good news." Thrall looked at the movements of the tall Trolls, tapped his plate armor firmly with his hand, then turned around and climbed onto Snowsong's back, and quickly swarmed onto the ship with the last group of wolf cavalry.

"Come on! Brothers of Horde." Zul'ra stood on the coast, looking at the ships slowly leaving the coast, and couldn't help but said, he has done what he can do here, and what will happen next depends on God.

Just as Zul'ra and a group of Orcs and Trolls were watching the ships go away from the coast, a strong wind blew in the sky from east to west, sending the fourteen ships to the unknown sea in the west. They would encounter many on the way, but in the end they would reach Kalimdor.

"Elder Drek'Thar..." Zul'ra stopped for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the old Orcs next to him.

"Just call me by my name, Amani's chief." Drek'Thar's eyes covered behind the animal skin were looking in the direction of the sea, and he tilted his head slightly as he listened to the words next to him.

"Drek'Thar, in addition to these people now, how many of you are there and where are they located?" Zul'ra looked at the remaining hundreds of Orcs on the field and asked. He needed to know the current distribution position of Orcs.

"There are still more than 16,000 people. In addition to Witherbark Farm, Boshak Farm, and Hammerfall, we also have some strongholds in the ruins of Alterac Valley and nearby. Zul'ra Jin, what do you want to do?" Drek'Thar looked at Zul'ra with his blind eyes.

"Gather the people together and evacuate them all to Arathi Highlands. Lordaeron will soon be in chaos. We can't stay here any longer." Zul'ra explained to Drek'Thar.

"Okay." Drek'Thar was not wordy at all, and agreed readily, which made Zul'ra raise his eyebrows in surprise. Old Shaman seemed to be able to see his expression, and said with a smile on his cold face.

"Thrall said that after he leaves, let us all listen to you." Facing Drek'Thar's words, Zul'ra showed a knowing smile.