Imagination

Oh no! Zul'ra's direct refusal instantly ruined Thrall's good mood. His forced smile faltered, and he even felt a surge of anger— Orcs are naturally irritable—but he managed to suppress it. 🐚👻 😂👑

"Thrall, isn't this a wonderful day?" Zul'ra looked at Thrall, whose face was slightly stiff, and gestured around with her wine glass.

"Of course." Thrall looked at Zul'ra, glanced at the crowd around them immersed in happiness, and nodded sincerely. This kind of life, with enough to eat and wear and freedom, was what they longed for.

"But how long can this wonderful atmosphere last? Thrall, have you thought about the crisis facing the Horde?" Zul'ra looked at Thrall. The feast before them was indeed very good, but people are born in hardship and die in comfort.

"I know, but this is a banquet..." Thrall had a bit of a headache. He understood the principle, but everyone needs some leisure time!

"Thrall, you are the Warchief." Zul'ra glanced at Thrall, repeating a fact in a low voice before taking a sip of her corn liquor. As the Warchief, it was her duty to consider the future of the Horde; this was something she could not neglect.

"..." Thrall was taken aback by the facts Zul'ra reiterated, then lowered his gaze, finally looking up at Zul'ra with a complicated expression in his eyes. Zul'ra had always been very proactive on issues concerning the Horde, and he had long sensed the underlying motives behind this proactiveness, but he hadn't expected it to manifest now.

"What new ideas have you come up with this time?"

"We have enough members in the Horde. Now we need to think about a brand new future, define our goals, our enemies, our competitors, and the means to achieve them." Zul'ra remained unmoved by Thrall's complex gaze; he was determined to act according to his own ideas.

In the beginning, Zul'ra simply wanted to follow the laws of time travel, become a Trolls, respond to the crisis in this world, and escape his predicament. To this end, he sailed to Zandalar and initiated reforms of the Amani. Over the course of more than a decade, he had completed the reforms of the Amani. Next, he would reform the Horde and the world.

"Zul'ra, we shouldn't ignite the flames of conflict again." Thrall lowered his gaze in response to Zul'ra's words. Identifying new targets and enemies, seeking a new future—this sounded to him very much like what the Old Horde did.

"What are you thinking!" Zul'ra rolled her Orcs at the orc with his eyes downcast, and before he could react, she said again.

"I mean, we should plan for the future, just like we discussed last time, but the difference is that last time it was about establishing the Horde here, while this time it's about imagining what the Horde's future will look like."

"What the Horde's future will look like..." Thrall listened to Zul'ra's words, glanced up at the jubilant banquet, and immediately realized that his thought process was far different from Horde's future.

"Yes, for the future of the Horde, I hope that the children of the Horde can live in a peaceful environment, that their leaders will be virtuous and capable, that we can establish trust and honor, that everyone can trust and love one another, that the elderly can live long and healthy lives, that adults can find their place in society, and that children can grow up healthy." Zul'ra looked at the roaring campfire in the distance, envisioning the future he had designed.

"We must ensure that everyone has their own family and suitable work. We must create enough food and resources to make our community prosperous, and cherish every bit of food and resources so that our community can meet its needs in times of need. We should not steal from others, nor should we enjoy the fruits of others' labor."

"Every member of the Horde should strive for this goal. They should cultivate good moral character, refrain from crime and evil, and be ashamed of becoming a bandit or thug. The Horde should bring peace to the world and make everyone proud of the Horde, because we all live in the same world."

"..." Faced with Zul'ra's rambling words, Thrall's mouth was half open, unable to close it for a long time. Shock, admiration and doubt kept surging into his heart, and any words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

"Thump... thump thump..." Just as Thrall was choking, a burst of intense drumming and maracas sounded, causing Zul'ra and Thrall to look up together. Accompanied by the music, a figure stood up in the crowd.

"Today we gather together in joy, the mellowness and smoothness of the wine let us be of one heart and mind. On this fertile land, let us all taste to our hearts' content. In this new life, let us share the seasons together..." The young Tauren began to sing a cheerful drinking song in the Common. As he sang, the onlookers laughed and raised their glasses.

"It's Baine Bloodhoof, Cairne Bloodhoof's son." Thrall smiled immediately, because he and Cairne Bloodhoof had a life-or-death bond, and his smile contained a hint of pride.

"What a lively little guy." Zul'ra smiled too. He had some acquaintance with Cairne Bloodhoof, but it wasn't deep, so he didn't have the same pride Thrall. He was simply happy and pleased with Baine Bloodhoof's liveliness and the atmosphere.

"Your thinking is correct. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier." Thrall looked at Baine Bloodhoof singing a drinking song, turned his head to Zul'ra's side, and spoke calmly. He had previously misunderstood that Zul'ra was taking the opportunity to seek the power of the Warchief.

"It's alright." Zul'ra nodded. He knew what Thrall had misunderstood, but in his view, it wasn't a misunderstanding at all. Sal was indeed seeking the power of the Warchief; moreover, he wanted to be the Warchief!

On the field, Baine Bloodhoof's drinking song had ended, but the music did not stop. In fact, it did not completely stop. The intense drumming continued, the sand hammers had stopped, but in their place came the sound of exploding strings, and the intoxicatingly vibrating music began to play. A strong, green-skinned Orcs with a white beard stood up.

"Storm, earth, and fire, heed my call..." The green-skinned old Orcs's voice was distinctive, hoarse and trembling yet carrying a passionate power that stirred the atmosphere of the entire banquet.

"What should I do?" Thrall asked Zul'ra, his hands and feet trembling as he watched the increasingly lively atmosphere of the banquet.

"Let's all talk about it together tomorrow!" Zul'ra, feeling a little uncomfortable with the increasingly lively atmosphere, started shaking his leg. He was naturally a bit reserved.

"We are children of the wind and rain, summoners of lightning. I am ready. If I must die today, I will give myself on the battlefield. Listen to me, brothers, take up arms and fight!"

"The war drums sound, blood boils, roar with all your might! Storm, dark clouds blot out the sun, earth, hear my battle cry, flames and lightning are born together, death displays the power of the Horde..."

"Prophets of the Warsong Clan Horde, wherever you are, feel the glorious power of that black blood, feel the burning flames flowing through your bodies, let the lightning obey our commands, the storms and the earth, the giant axes and the flames of war..."

Amidst the rousing music, the Orcs ' songs ignited the atmosphere of the entire banquet like flames. Some people couldn't help but jump up, swinging their arms and moving their large feet, and howls and wails gradually spread.

There was no more at night.