Chieftain Band

Regarding the Burning Legion and the Alliance's roles within the Horde, Zul'ra had already made his decision. The Burning Legion was the enemy, while the Alliance was merely a rival. Enemies are meant to be defeated, while rivals are meant to be competed with; their strategic levels are different.

Defeating the Burning Legion is the top priority. Even if Horde wins against the Alliance, if the Legion destroys the world, all its hegemony will be useless. The Horde alone cannot stop the Legion. Only by taking down the Alliance can there be any hope. Therefore, the Horde strongly supports the proposal to establish a new Council of Tirisfal.

"Really?" Jaina's eyes lit up with surprise upon hearing Zul'ra's reply. The establishment of the new Council of Tirisfal would definitely help maintain peace between the Alliance and the Horde.

"There's no need to hesitate on this point; the Burning Legion is the enemy of the world." Zul'ra confirmed Jaina's words, paused slightly, and then smiled.

"Of course, we also hope that he can add some other meaning beyond fighting the Burning Legion, which would benefit us all."

"I can almost see the new Council of Tirisfal being established. And Magena will be able to give us even more good advice, won't she?" Jaina smiled.

"Theoretically, yes," Zul'ra said uncertainly, thinking of the maverick former guardian.

"Anyway, this is good news, but before that, we need to deal with Zmodlor lurking in the Poison Mist Peak." Jaina didn't explain Zul'ra's words. As a devoted fan, she firmly believed in Magena's abilities. Although the former Guardian was unconventional, that didn't diminish her admiration.

"Speaking of which, did Lady Aegwynn give any hints about Zmodlor at Poison Mist Peak? Is it certain that the demon is still there and hasn't escaped?" Zul'ra recalled the events at Poison Mist Peak and suddenly realized that the former guardian must have fought against Zmodlor. A demon capable of confronting a former guardian must be quite formidable and needs to be dealt with seriously.

"Magena told me about the method to expel Zmodlor before she came. It's certain that the guy hasn't left Poison Mist Peak, but he's gathering people and preparing a magical ritual to summon a powerful demon." Jaina immediately remembered this when she got down to business.

"What's the situation on Poison Mist Peak?" Zul'ra frowned. A Zmodlor, plus a powerful demon—the situation wasn't good. He lacked a lot of necessary information.

"I don't know about that. Do your guards here have any news about Poison Mist Peak? After all, Poison Mist Peak is to the northwest of here, and we've never been there." Jaina shook her head.

"I'll have to ask about that." Zul'ra nodded in agreement as she listened to Jaina's words. Perhaps they could find out about the situation at Poison Mist Peak from the Warrior there.

There are about a thousand Warrior in the Crossroads Camp, including Orcs, Shu'halo and Darkspear Trolls, and even some Forsaken. They are not settled here, but guard this strategic point to ensure the supply of goods between Mulgore and Orgrimmar. The leader is a Warrior named Sok, who is the head of the camp.

"Poison Mist Peak, we don't know what's going on there. We're fed up with the Quilboar and Centaur bandits around here every day." Sok was a fierce Orcs Warrior, his muscular upper body bare, a necklace of bone teeth around his neck, and two crooked fangs in his mouth, making him look quite ferocious. He shook his head directly in response to Zul'ra's question.

"Has anything happened at that camp recently?" Zul'ra thought for a moment after not getting any information from Sok. Poison Mist Peak was located northwest of the Crossroads, and the demons there would definitely try to infiltrate this place, after all, Orcs and demons had a long-standing relationship.

"Aside from the Quilboar and Centaur, nothing bothers me much. Hmm, it seems quite a few Orcs have been coming here lately; they claim to be members of the Burning Blade Clan." Sok looked at Jaina, who was sitting silently to the side, and suddenly brought up something.

"The Burning Blade Clan?" Zul'ra looked down at Sok, her gaze slightly narrowed. The Burning Blade Clan was currently considered an extinct clan. They had once revived in Orgrimmar, but those banded Orcs were nothing more than a group of demon cultists. Thrall later secretly dealt with them; hadn't he managed to completely eliminate them?

"Yes, at least they claim to be members of the Burning Blade Clan and that they came here following a group of people." Sok decided not to look at Jaina and went straight to talking to Zul'ra.

"Who?" Zul'ra, slightly surprised.

"They have Shu'halo, Orcs, Trolls, Sin'dorei and Forsaken, calling themselves the Chieftain Band. I've never seen a group like that before!" Sok scratched his neck.

"What?" Zul'ra's expression froze for a moment. The Chieftain Band?

"Yes, the Tauren Chieftain Band, the leader is called Thunderhorn, and they're here to hold a concert." Sok would definitely nod.

"They came here to hold a concert... Where are they now?" Zul'ra's eyes widened slightly, then her lips twitched as she asked where the group was. This group was of mixed backgrounds, but still very suspicious, for they had actually come here to hold a concert.

"They're preparing to sing in the center of the camp tonight," Sok said, pointing outside the hut.

"Come on, take me to see them. Also, tell everyone outside that tonight's concert is canceled." Zul'ra made his request; he wanted to see the band members right now.

"Okay." Sok saw that Zul'ra had a request, so he didn't refuse. He was indifferent to any band concerts; he would much rather have a few Warrior help him fight Quilboar and Centaur.

"Jaina, are you going?" Zul'ra turned to Jaina and asked.

"Of course, I'm also very curious about what your Horde's band is like?" Jaina had already stood up, her pretty face full of interest. The members of that Horde's Chieftain Band seemed to include all the tribes, which was truly a symbol of harmony. She wondered if she should form a band like that someday.

"Let's go." Zul'ra said without hesitation, beckoning to Jaina and having Sok lead the way.

The dilapidated camp was surrounded by earthen mounds and defensive walls. Inside the camp were both tents and mud huts. Zul'ra followed Sok to the tent where the Chieftain Band was staying. Before they even got close, they heard a loud banging of a drum kit and a jumble of chatter.

"I said, Samuro, why don't you prepare something, like practice your voice or something?" It was a gentle voice.

"No, singing is an expression of emotion, not just the function of the voice." The hoarse voice replied very seriously.

"But a good voice is also an essential foundation." The words came in a magnetic voice, accompanied by the gentle tinkling of tuning strings.

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