Bladefist Bay
Just as she had said, Naisha didn't disembark to contact the Orcs until she had a chance to leave. She and her sisters returned to their cabin, while Zul'ra waited for a while before being summoned by the dockworkers. ♞👣 Claw ♔🐺
"Zul'ra Jin, the Gor of Bladefist Bay, I salute you." The Orcs Warrior, clad in thick plate armor and with his face completely covered by a horned helmet, bowed to the towering Trolls.
"I appreciate your respect. Where is the Warchief now?" Zul'ra looked at the Orcs Warrior was saluting her, nodded slightly to show that she appreciated his respect, and then asked about Thrall's whereabouts.
"The Warchief is currently overseeing the construction of Orgrimmar, our city." The Orcs Gor pointed to the distant mountains and explained that Orgrimmar was the new home the Orcs had established here, named after the former Warchief Orgrim.
"Homage to Warchief Orgrim! I have no doubt that Thrall Warchief will lead you to a new home, my friends. The Horde will make its voice heard in the world from here." Zul'ra smiled.
"For Thrall, for the Horde, Zul'ra Jin, should I inform the Warchief?" Warrior Gor pounded his chest with his fist, offering a solemn declaration, while tentatively asking.
"I want to go to Orgrimmar myself and see for myself!" Zul'ra didn't answer, but instead said something that he didn't know the Warrior meant. Anyway, he was going to Orgrimmar to see Thrall.
"Alright then!" Seeing that Zul'ra had no intention of reporting, Gor nodded.
"By the way, Gor, can I ask you something? Do you know where to start from to get to Mount Hyjal?" Zul'ra looked at the nodding Orcs Warrior and thought of Naisha and the others who were still on the ship.
"Mount Hyjal! There's a valley in Orgrimmar that leads to the coastal ruins called Azshara. After leaving that valley, cross the Southfury River to the west. There's a road there that goes through Ashenvale and leads to Mount Hyjal." Gor pointed to Orgrimmar and described a route.
"Of course, you can also choose not to take this route. You can cross the Southfury River from a basin in the southeast. There's a road in the wasteland there that leads to Ashenvale and then to Mount Hyjal. However, there are too many bandits along the way. But Zul'ra Jin, I don't recommend you go to Mount Hyjal." Gor gave two routes and offered a word of caution.
"Why?" Zul'ra blinked slightly as she looked at the Orcs Warrior had suddenly warned her not to go to Mount Hyjal.
"Because of those purple- Elves, they're attacking our lumber camps in a vengeful manner, saying that Warsong Clan Chieftain Grom killed their god. To be honest, I felt those gods were pretty weak, but I heard they're actually quite formidable." Gor said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Don't talk nonsense. Superior strength isn't necessarily shown through muscles, but more so through intelligence." Zul'ra looked at the Orcs were completely unaware of what Grom had done and couldn't help but reprimand them with a stern face.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!" Gor looked at King Amani, whose face had darkened as he reprimanded him, and quickly lowered his head, admitting his mistake. He didn't know what Grom had done, but he knew that these Amani'lai were worthy of respect. The Amani'lai people respected the gods, so the gods must have some merits!
"It's alright, your reminder has brought it to my senses." Zul'ra looked at the seemingly simple-minded but honest man and shook her head. The Night Elves were now retaliating against the Orcs, so she might really have to take Naisha to Orgrimmar to try and find a way to quell their hatred. She just didn't know if they would be willing!
As a local strongman, Zul'ra couldn't do anything if Naisha and the others insisted on going south. However, with a glimmer of hope, he still went to ask Naisha and the others where they wanted to leave from. But what he didn't expect was that Naisha and the others didn't know the way very well either.
"You don't know the way?" Zul'ra looked at the group of purple-skinned women in the dark with some surprise, somewhat astonished that these locals didn't know the way.
"That's not surprising. Kalimdor a vast territory, and we've only ever lived in the forests for the past ten thousand years." Naisha said matter-of-factly. Not to mention that they were the Watcher, the other Night Elves had all lived in seclusion in forests for the past ten thousand years, and wouldn't easily appear in front of outsiders.
"No matter which way we go, we'll eventually find our way back," Naisha said confidently.
"I have no doubt about your sense of direction, Naisha, but I just asked my companions, and I know a route that will allow you to return to Mount Hyjal safely and quickly. However, you'll have to come with us to Orgrimmar, passing through the city our companions are building in the mountains." Zul'ra pointed to the city under construction in the distant mountains.
"Are we going to pass through their city?" Naisha glanced at the Orcs in the distance with her silvery eyes, a hint of displeasure in her expression, but an Elves behind her spoke up for her.
"Can you guarantee our safety?" Naisha asked, listening to her sisters' words.
"Of course, as long as you don't cause trouble." Zul'ra nodded, his gaze slightly appraising. To be honest, he could protect Naisha and her group, provided they didn't embarrass him, such as by attacking Orcs.
"We're not as barbaric as those guys!" Naisha looked at the Trolls, her suddenly growing light purple eyebrows twitching slightly, her voice filled with displeasure.
"Then it's settled. You'll be coming with me!" Zul'ra looked at the displeased Dark Night woman and shrugged indifferently. You're not exactly barbaric, just cold and stubborn.
Like their distant relatives, Night Elves are a little arrogant in their view of everything, very indifferent to creatures they look down on, and somewhat stubborn. Of course, they can become friends with those they like.
Naisha finally accepted Zul'ra's suggestion and took the route through Orgrimmar, crossing the Southfury River from the ruins of Azshara to Ashenvale. When they appeared before the administrator Gor with Zul'ra, the Orcs Warrior stared in disbelief.
"This is the first time you've seen them, isn't it?" Zul'ra looked at Gor and asked with amusement, since not Orcs these days had ever seen Night Elves.
"Yes, when the Warchief went to Mount Hyjal, we were guarding the ships, so we didn't go. It's a pity we missed a great battle, but I did kill quite a few demons here." Seeing Zul'ra's smiling face, Gor nodded, then added, somewhat unconvinced, that although he hadn't seen Night Elves, he had also killed demons.
"Keep it up." Zul'ra patted Gor on the shoulder with a hearty laugh, telling him to prepare a tent for Naisha and the others to rest in, and that they could set off again after he had assigned and arranged the personnel.