Baron Mordis
Facing Trag, who seemed to understand her perfectly, Zul'ra was a little stubborn. The white-haired Tauren were considered an ominous sign in the Shu'halo tribe, and while her own appearance was a bit strange by Trolls, she wasn't quite at the level of an ominous sign!
"Trag, are you all alone here?" Zul'ra, enduring the sullen expression on Trag's Tauren, changed the subject, gazing at the empty Modis Manor.
"Uh, this..." Trag paused slightly, noticing Zul'ra's gaze.
"What's wrong?" Zul'ra looked at the hesitant bull, and before she could finish speaking, a cry of alarm rang out. A human guard who was accompanying her was shouting "Undead!" as he looked into the manor.
As everyone followed the gaze of the one who exclaimed in surprise, they saw a Undead standing in the corridor of the manor. He was dressed in tattered noble clothes, his face was broken, revealing two rows of teeth, his skin was ashen, and blue flames flickered silently in his eyes.
Faced with the sudden appearance of the Undead, everyone present became vigilant. The assassins raised or lowered their arms, ready to release their darts and crossbows, but were stopped by a loud voice.
"Wait, wait." Trag saw the huge reaction from the crowd, quickly took a step forward with his reversed-joint hooves, and used his huge body to block the Undead.
"Stop! Don't do anything reckless!" Zul'ra shouted after Trag, trying to calm everyone down. The Undead were indeed frightening, but they could also be the Forsaken.
"That's right, everyone, please don't get agitated or cause any trouble. This is my friend and the host here. Let me introduce him, Baron Valima Modis." Trag interrupted Zul'ra and hurriedly explained.
"Look, he doesn't make any unnecessary movements; he has his own consciousness." Trag saw that the others didn't make any further moves, so he tried to move his body aside, revealing Valima, who wasn't making any more moves. The owner of the Modis Manor indeed didn't make any more moves, but the others didn't let their guard down and still held their weapons.
"The Undead should rest in peace forever." Velinde leaned close to Zul'ra, gripping her scythe tightly, and looked at the motionless Undead with some disbelief, whispering as she spoke.
"I think they sometimes hope so too, Trag. Is it just you and Baron Modis here?" Zul'ra shook her head slightly at Velinde, then asked Da Niu.
"Of course not, this is a manor, my Trolls friend. It was once prosperous and peaceful. The Scourge destroyed this place, but we still have some residents and refugees here, and I think he still has the ability to entertain some guests." Trag looked at the wary group, sensed Zul'ra's difference, gave him a friendly smile, and implied in his words that the manor could provide a place for the group to rest.
"Will Mr. Modis welcome us?" Zul'ra looked at the hospitable bull, blinked, and then turned her gaze to Valima, the deceased owner of the Modis Manor who had remained silent. It would be best to ask his opinion before spending the night here.
"Modis!" Trag raised his voice upon hearing Zul'ra's words, looking expectantly at his once hospitable friend. However, to his disappointment, the other party remained expressionless, the cold flame in his eyes burning quietly without much fluctuation.
"That's settled then!" Valima looked at the Trolls who stood out from the crowd, then at the wary people, uttered a single sentence, and left. His voice was hoarse and cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, but he had agreed to let the group stay.
"Thank you, Earth Mother. Modis is as hospitable as ever, though he's not as enthusiastic as before." Trag watched Valima leave with a swift and decisive air, his bull-like face showing a mixture of relief and deep concern.
"Zul'ra Jin, shall we rest here tonight?" Kangsen approached, looking at Trag with suspicion, and asked Zul'ra. In her and most people's eyes, the Undead should be dead, and there were many suspicious things about the Tauren Trag. Even if they were to rest here, they should first get rid of the Undead.
"Of course, didn't Master already agree?" Zul'ra nodded matter-of-factly, then looked at Kangsen's hesitant expression.
"When you're out and about, it's better to avoid trouble. Besides, I trust Trag and Shu'halo; they're staunch members of the Horde." Zul'ra patted the black-maned bull beside him. Although he didn't understand why the bull was there, it seemed harmless and could be trusted.
"A staunch member of the Horde, what does that mean?" Trag listened to Zul'ra's words with a strange expression, not quite understanding.
"Don't you know?" Zul'ra blinked, looking at the bewildered bull. This guy didn't know that Shu'halo was already a member of the Horde.
"I'm sorry, I've been here from the tribe for several years now." Trag touched the back of his neck, not understanding Zul'ra's words.
"That must have been more than three years!" Zul'ra raised an eyebrow.
"How did you know?" Trag looked at the Trolls in surprise. How did this guy know that he had been away from home for more than three years?
"Because just three years ago, the Shu'halo Clan's united chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, along with our Warchief Thrall, Lady Jaina from the Alliance, High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind of the Kaldorei, and Malfurion Archdruid, joined forces to defeat the Burning Legion's invasion of our world at Mount Hyjal Trag." Zul'ra first told Trag about the Battle of Mount Hyjal.
"By Earth Mother!" Trag seemed to have been isolated from the world for a long time, and indeed he had. He left his tribe twenty years before the Dark Portal, wandering all the way to the Eastern Kingdoms, and finally settled in this cold Modis Manor. After the the Scourge broke out, he never left again, as he was too isolated from many things.
"Because of the camaraderie forged in the war, Warchief Cairne Bloodhoof decided to join us and become a Horde of the Horde family. I've even met your Warchief Cairne Bloodhoof!" Zul'ra looked at the surprised Trag with an expression that said, "We're family."
"So that's how it is. Thank you, Earth Mother. I haven't received any news from the outside world for a long time. Thank you, Earth Mother, for allowing us to successfully protect the world. And thank you, my friend, Zul'ra, for bringing me this good news." Trag listened to the news Zul'ra brought, and after a moment of shock, he was overjoyed. He had no idea that the world had unknowingly encountered a crisis.
"Come in quickly, let's celebrate this good news! Zul'ra, I can't wait to hear how my people are doing!" Trag said impatiently, pulling Zul'ra into the manor while gesturing for everyone to enter.
"Relax, Velinde." Zul'ra let Trag pull her along with his three-fingered hand, gesturing for Velinde to follow him while giving Kangsen a wink: relax, but don't let your guard down completely; the situation here is still unclear.
"Come on, everyone, let's go inside. It's getting dark, so let's rest here tonight. Be careful." Kangsen understood the Trolls's wink and, while gesturing for everyone to enter the manor to rest, reminded them that this place might not be safe, but since it was getting dark, they had no choice but to rest here. He urged everyone not to let their guard down.