The Horde's Direction

Autumn in Durotar brought howling winds. There was not a trace of moisture in them, only sand and dust filling the sky. The air was incomparably dry and hot, and withered grass swayed across the wilderness. Such was the environment surrounding Orgrimmar.

Though the climate was stifling and arid, Orgrimmar's construction had not been delayed. More than a month after his departure, Zul'ra returned to find that the city had already taken shape. When he had left, the settlement had mostly consisted of tents, but now there were many buildings. Besides the Orcs' native horned tents and halls, there were also structures resembling gigantic chimneys.

Thrall was immensely pleased by Zul'ra's return and the peace treaty the Horde had signed with the Kaldorei. He was extremely satisfied with the outcome. Not only had the Horde successfully obtained timber from the Kaldorei, but they had also secured the Kaldorei's promise of neutrality.

Although the Kaldorei retained the right to join the Alliance, there would at least be a chance for peaceful coexistence. The Orcs had done enough in this world already. Thrall did not want to make another enemy. Orcs should not fear battle, but neither should they crave it. They had only recently broken free of the demons' curse.

With the relationship with the Kaldorei handled well, Thrall took Zul'ra along and hoped he could participate in Orgrimmar's construction. He enthusiastically pointed out the city's building progress.

"The arena I envisioned has begun construction. Not long ago, Chief Engineer Gazlowe successfully dug through the tunnel, and the city now has the water source it needs. The crops planted on the farms have also yielded a harvest. Everything is getting better for us." At the mention of Orgrimmar, Thrall's face lit up with excitement.

"Compared to Orgrimmar's progress, Warchief, I think