Telegram from the East

As Zul'ra faced Thrall's words, she glanced at Dranosh, who was shirtless, had brown eyes, and thick braids hanging down his back, and hesitated. What did this Saurfang brat want to know about me?

Zul'ra's memories of Dranosh Saurfang were limited to him being Saurfang's son, an unlucky fellow caught in the crossfire of the Wrathgate incident, leading to High Overlord Saurfang's tragic loss of his son. 🐊💣 👤♖

"What does he want with me?" Sanra asked Thrall as he pondered this, noticing that the Mag'har had been speaking Orcish since they arrived and hadn't spoken much Common Tongue, though they definitely knew Common Tongue, since Agna had used Thrall's name to harass him.

"I speak Common, Zul'ra." It wasn't Thrall who answered Zul'ra, but Dranosh.

"And then!" Zul'ra scrutinized the young Orcs in front of her, asking indifferently. These guys clearly understand Common, yet they keep speaking in Orcish; their attitude is very improper.

"My father said you are an exceptionally wise Amani'lai, so I wish to meet you." Dranosh tilted his head back, looking directly into Zul'ra's eyes as a sign of respect.

"And after you've seen it?" Zul'ra raised an eyebrow slightly. Saurfang had praised her in front of her son, and well, that made her a little embarrassed.

"..." Dranosh Saurfang looked at Zul'ra, who was tall and imposing, but whose attitude was far less enthusiastic than that of Shu'halo and his fellow greenskins. He was a little unsure of what to say and was interrupted by a gasp.

"Zul'ra Jin, a telegram, a telegram from Zul'Aman, there's... there's Zandalar!" A cry of alarm suddenly burst into the Hall of Glory Zul'ra Jin. Gerqi practically sprinted to Zul'ra Jin, forcing Dranosh, who was blocking his way, to step aside and hand him the papers.

"Zandalar." Zul'ra looked at the Amani'lai telegraph operator, Gerqi, who had barged in. Upon hearing "Zandalar," he quickly took the paper from his hand. A series of segmented numbers were underlined and translated into Common letters, which, when put together, read:

"The Zandalar sent a messenger to Zul'Aman yesterday, saying that the Soulflayer will be resurrected in Zul'Gurub. Return quickly Broken-Tooth."

"What's wrong?" Thrall blinked his blue eyes as he watched Zul'ra take the paper.

"What happened to Zandalar?" Vol'jin squeezed in as well; he had just heard Gerqi shout "Zandalar," the sacred mountain of the Trolls.

"Zandalar has sent envoys to Zul'Aman." Zul'ra looked at the people staring at him and couldn't help but twitch his lips. It seemed he should start classifying telegrams into different levels and training telegraph operators to stop making a fuss as if he wanted the whole world to know.

"What happened?" Thrall interjected.

"An evil Loa is about to rise, the destroyer of Gurubashi." Zul'ra looked at Vol'jin. As a member of the Jungle Trolls, Darkspear should be familiar with Hakkar.

"Where?" Vol'jin was somewhat speechless. Hakkar, he was very familiar with that name. The Darkspear used to live on the Eastern Kingdoms, but because of Hakkar's appearance, the Gurubashi carried out a bloody rule, forcing their tribe to flee to the sea. Even after Hakkar was defeated and driven out, they never returned to the Eastern Continent.

"Zul'Gurub, don't worry, everything's alright." Zul'ra calmly reassured the somewhat worried Vol'jin. He wasn't worried at all, even though he had once insulted Hakkar. Anyway, once that guy came out of Zul'Gurub, it would be the Gurubashi's brainless bunch who would be the first to suffer.

"Excuse me, what is this Gurubashi Destroyer?" Dranosh asked at the opportune moment, voicing the question Thrall had also wanted to ask. Apart from Vol'jin and Zul'ra, everyone else was completely confused. What was this about the evil Loa being resurrected?

"He is not something... but a Loa, which is also what you know as a demigod." Vol'jin gave Dranosh a dark look, somewhat annoyed by his rudeness, but also somewhat guilty of his own slip of the tongue.

"I don't know, but it seems like a very challenging goal. You look a little worried." Dranosh looked at the somewhat gloomy hunchbacked Trolls, blinked his brown eyes, and expressed his fearlessness in words.

"Kid, are you looking for trouble?" Vol'jin's anger was evident on his face. He almost wanted to rush over and punch Dranosh. In his eyes, the kid's fearlessness was ignorance. Moreover, he was also very annoyed by these Mag'har, who had no manners at all.

"Alright, Vol'jin, he's just a child, he doesn't understand these things. We still have time. The Zandalar sent a message to Zul'Aman yesterday. We don't know if that guy has been resurrected or not. We still have time to prepare. The gods and the elementals will be on our side." Zul'ra stopped Vol'jin from rushing to hammer Dranosh, and after a slight pause, she looked at Dranosh, who was being pulled away by Aggra with a bewildered expression.

"Even without the gods and elements, we still have our fellow Horde." As Zul'ra spoke, Vol'jin's expression relaxed considerably.

"Although I don't know the situation of the Gurubashi Destroyers, there is no doubt that the Horde will protect every one of its people." However, as the Warchief, Sangl quickly echoed this sentiment, but then changed his tone.

"Is this news true? The Zandalar just sent the message to Zul'Aman yesterday, and you received it today?" Thrall was a little doubtful about the authenticity of the information. Could it be a mistake? In the past, it would take at least two days for the hawks to deliver messages.

"Thrall, this is radio. In fact, I'm afraid Broken-Tooth might have overlooked the role of telegraphs as well. If she had sent a telegram in time, we would have known about the news that happened on the Eastern Kingdoms half an hour ago." Zul'ra was not annoyed by Thrall's doubts, but proudly waved the paper in her hand, explaining the role of radio to everyone.

"This thing is indeed quite convenient." Cairne Bloodhoof walked over, but he had already heard what was said and knew about the function of radio. Shu'halo had some similar ritual magic, and Magatha Grimtotem had also used it, but it was not as convenient as radio.

"Of course, currently our application is only in military and political affairs. In the future, we will gradually open this industry to the public, so that everyone can experience the convenience of radio and serve the people of the Horde. That is our goal." Zul'ra nodded with a smile, and as his words fell, a sudden roar rang out.

"For the Horde!" Dranosh roared back defiantly after hearing Zul'ra's words, but he found that everyone was looking at him after he shouted.