In Mutual Respect

After a brief exchange, Thrall pulled Zul'ra towards Orgrimmar, but Zul'ra stopped, grabbed Tooth-Soldiers of the guards, Tejiji, and ordered him to fetch Naisha and the others from the crowd. The surge of people had pushed the female night elves aside. 💎😂 😡😝

"Zul'ra, those Night Elves are...?" Thrall looked in the direction Teka had walked, noticing a particularly striking purple figure in the crowd, his blue eyes blinking slightly.

"I brought them from the Eastern Continent. They're just my passengers. I promised to help them return to Mount Hyjal. Also, Thrall, I heard we had some unpleasantness with the Night Elves." Zul'ra gave Thrall a brief explanation while asking questions.

"Yes, it's a long story, let's go inside and talk!" Thrall felt a headache coming on as he listened to Zul'ra's words, and gestured for Zul'ra to follow him.

"Let's talk as we go! Also, please arrange accommodations for them." Zul'ra looked at Naisha and the others that Tejiji had brought behind her, and followed Thrall's footsteps. Upon hearing this, Thrall quickly pulled the Orcs Nazgrel next to him and asked him to find someone to handle it. Then he and Zul'ra walked to the temporary hall.

Orgrimmar is still under construction. Although there is a model of the castle, there is still a lot to be built. Most of the residences in the city are tents made of animal hides. Only one council tent is extremely large. Thrall led Zul'ra inside and told him about his journey to Kalimdor.

After Thrall left the Eastern Kingdoms by ship that day, his first stop was not Kalimdor, because his ship was blown away by a storm halfway there. Instead, he landed on a different island, inhabited by Kul Tiras humans, Darkspear Forest Trolls, as well as many other creatures such as Naga and Murloc.

On that unusual island, Thrall experienced a lot. While searching for fresh water, he was captured by a group of Naga and almost sacrificed to a group of Jungle Trolls by Murloc. In the end, he managed to escape with some Trolls, but the Trolls leader Sen'jin died at the hands of the Naga.

"Before Sen'jin died, he asked me to accept their tribe, and I agreed." Thrall looked at Zul'ra with some trepidation. He already knew that Amani'lai and the Jungle Trolls had a very deep conflict, and he had seen it on the way. The two groups of Trolls never communicated and looked at each other with contempt.

"Amani'lai and Gurubashi'lai have very deep conflicts, but I believe that at any time, letting go of hatred will only benefit both sides and will not do any harm." Zul'ra looked at Thrall, who was watching her anxiously, and clearly expressed her attitude.

"Yes, I believe that hatred, regardless of the time or race, is only beneficial to both sides if it is set aside." Seeing that Thrall had expressed his opinion, Zul'ra breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Of course." Zul'ra nodded with a smile. He was quite satisfied with Thrall's attitude. Respect is mutual. He respected Thrall, but Thrall didn't respect him. So, no matter how enthusiastic he was about the Horde, it was all in vain. But fortunately, things were going well for now.

Seeing Zul'ra's smile, Thrall continued to recount his experiences. After rescuing and gathering the Trolls, he set off again with his men. However, because the ship was blown away from the group by a storm, he ended up landing alone in a barren wasteland. There, he met and rescued the Tauren and received their help.

On the land of Kalimdor, Thrall experienced much more: he reunited with the large army led by Grom and encountered and fought against the humans who had also been guided to Kalimdor by Medivh. However, in the process, he discovered that the Orcs had become violent Bloodlust, with the Warsong Orcs, led by Grom, being the most unable to control themselves.

Thrall, fearing trouble from the Warsong Clan Orcs, sent them to cut down timber needed for settlement and then went to find Medivh, who had guided him across the sea. He eventually found Medivh and, through Medivh's mediation, made peace with Jaina's human forces, preparing to fight against the Burning Legion that had begun its descent. However, Grom's Warsong Orcs ran into trouble.

Because of their destructive logging in Ashenvale, Grom and his companions angered the Night Elves in the forest, leading to a great battle in which Grom emerged victorious. However, this also provoked Cenarius, the king of the forest, who, as a mortal, was naturally no match for a demigod.

Blocked by Cenarius, Grom had to temporarily retreat from Ashenvale, but he soon found an opportunity. He found a spring flowing with energy, the energy of which was the same as the demon blood he had drunk. In order to defeat Cenarius, he drank the spring water, and his body turned from green to bright red.

"In the end, Grom killed Cenarius, and the night elves hated us because of it." Thrall had a headache. Grom killed Cenarius, but he couldn't blame Grom, because Grom had accomplished what he couldn't: redeeming his people, including him, and slaying Annihilmanoros.

Annihilan, also known as the Pit Lord, are a type of demon in the Burning Legion. They have massive, dragon-like bodies and Fel flowing through their veins like flames. The reason why Orcs ' skin turns green is because their leaders, including Grom, were tempted by Warlock to drink the blood of the Pit Lord Mannoroth.

Because he had drunk the blood of Mannoroth, Mannoroth possessed the ability to influence the minds of Orcs. The strange spring water that Grom drank from was also mixed with Mannoroth's own blood, causing Grom to lose control and gain immense power to Execute Cenarius.

After Execute Cenarius, Grom even launched an attack on the Orcs, but Thrall stopped him in time and, along with Jaina's minions, cleansed him of his Bloodlust. Grom, repenting for his actions, went with Thrall to Mannoroth's hideout to challenge him, ultimately sacrificing his own life to end the demon's influence on the Orcs.

"Thrall... as far as I know, gods are immortal." Zul'ra looked at the headache-stricken Thrall, opened her mouth, but ultimately changed her words.

"What? But the Night Elves are still attacking and retaliating against us." Thrall didn't hear Zul'ra's twist and, listening to the secrets about the gods, was somewhat incredulous, but then his face fell in despair. If the gods could be resurrected, then why were the Night Elves still retaliating against them!

"They've been through a lot, and the gods can be resurrected, but there seems to be a time limit. I think we should find a way to resolve this!" Zul'ra said hesitantly.

"You have a plan?" Thrall looked up, somewhat doubtful, but he sensed that the guy had already made up his mind.

"I'm not sure either, I can only say I'll give it a try. See those Night Elves I brought today? I want to go to Mount Hyjal with them, but Thrall, will you allow me to do so?" Zul'ra tried to explain his plan while raising a question. This was a matter of Horde diplomacy, and he needed to respect the Warchief's opinion.

"Of course, why not! My friend, but what makes you so confident you can persuade those Night Elves? From my observation, most of them are incredibly savage and stubborn." Thrall nodded without hesitation, though he was somewhat puzzled as to what suitable method could be used to reconcile with the Night Elves.

"I don't know. I can only try to explain and offer them some help. They've also encountered some problems." Zul'ra shrugged. He couldn't guarantee anything either. The aging of Night Elves was incurable, and their magic addiction was just that—innocent. They didn't have any major weaknesses that anyone could use against them.

"Then go ahead and do it! As long as it doesn't harm the Horde's honor, I'll allow you to try any means possible to salvage your friendship with the Night Elves." Thrall stroked the stubble on his chin with his right hand, making his decision.

"Does it also include some promises?" Zul'ra asked.

"Yes," Thrall nodded, his tone including a promise.

I'm not updating tonight, I'm too tired.