The First Shard
Under the call to save the world, factories and workshops throughout the Horde began to operate at full capacity. Batches of raw materials were gathered from the people and warehouses and then processed into food, weapons and other necessities, waiting to be used.
In just ten days, Zul'ra had produced several thousand sets of simple plate armor, steel swords, and spearheads needed by Theramore. Zul'ra had the steel swords and spearheads Goblins to Jaina by goblins first, and Jaina in turn delivered the four million copper coins, two thousand rolls of gauze, and one thousand rolls of cotton she had collected, and sent a telegram that Ironforge, Stormwind, and Kul Tiras had agreed to join the war.
Although the Alliance almost unanimously decided to participate in the war, Jaina reported that only the Seventh Legion was involved. The number of Stormwind and Kul Tiras participating was unknown, while Ironforge would send a tank brigade and a mortar regiment to assist in the war, which were also part of the Seventh Legion.
The Seventh Legion is somewhat well-known in Kalimdor because it was the Legion that fought alongside Jaina during the Battle of Mount Hyjal. However, in the Eastern Kingdoms, the Legion is not very famous; their designation is practically nonexistent within the Alliance, like a wandering Ghost.
Regardless, it's a good thing that someone is joining the war. Zul'ra forwarded the telegram to Tyrande Whisperwind, Tyrande Whisperwind replied with a curt commendation and then fell silent. She was probably busy sending people to find the dragons and preparing for the war.
Speaking of finding dragons, Zul'ra suddenly remembered that she knew the whereabouts of Tarecgosa and Kalecgos. Why not contact them to make contact with the dragons, or even recommend them to Tyrande Whisperwind?
So Zul'ra sent a telegram to the Eastern Kingdoms, instructing Broken-Tooth to relay a message to Kalecgos, who should still be in Jintha'Alor, saying that the Second War of the Shifting Sands was about to begin and that the world needed the dragons' help, urging him to come quickly.
Just as Zul'ra sent out the telegram, his Righan, came to report that the personnel who had gone to Azshara to test the cannons had returned.
Oh, yes! I did send people out to test the cannons. Zul'ra suddenly remembered the cannons and quickly had someone bring the gunners who had tested them to inquire about the progress.
The test firing involved eighteen gunners, with the assistance of a regiment from Kor'kron. They took out six cannons and sixty shells, and so far, the cannons have been successful, killing many Naga and even a sea witch. They have accumulated a lot of experience, but there are still some problems in summarizing the tricks of using the cannons.
All sixty shells were used up, leaving only six cannons with uneven rifling wear. Zul'ra couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. These cannons and shells were quite expensive, and even after using them all, they hadn't gained any real skill. It was truly a rip-off.
No more testing the cannons in Azshara. Zul'ra rejected the idea of testing the cannons again and instead ordered eighteen gunners to prepare. This time, Ironforge sent people to form a tank brigade and a mortar regiment. They were to be sent to secretly learn from them. Dwarves are experts in firearms, and that cannot be denied.
After dismissing the sixteen gunners, Zul'ra prepared to deal with the war later, but unexpectedly, the commander of the escorting gunners, Kor'kron, who had accompanied him to Azshara, had something to ask him.
"What's your name?" Zul'ra looked at the burly female Orcs in front of her, who was clad in armor. Orcs were a society where Orcs were equal, so it was not surprising that women served in the army, and it was even less surprising that one of them became Kor'kron.
"Sora, my name is SoLS Rufar, Zul'ra Jin." The female Orcs had green skin, a head of brown hair tied in braids and hanging down her back, and white markings on her face. She replied to her name in a rough voice.
"Saurfang?" Zul'ra looked at the rough-looking girl in front of her with slight surprise.
"Yes, Zul'ra Jin, but I prefer to be called Sora. Having a hero uncle puts a lot of pressure on me," the female Orcs Sora replied gruffly.
"This is pressure, but also motivation! Try your best to catch up with your uncle. Hmm, by the way, is Broxigar still around?" Zul'ra smiled as he looked at the Orcs, whose style was bold and straightforward, comparable to his former female bodyguard Beiruid. Suddenly, he remembered someone else: Broxigar, whom he had met before.
"He disappeared. It seems he was sent south by the Warchief a year ago, and then there was no news of him. We never even saw his body." Sora's eyebrows furrowed, and his expression turned grim. Broxigar's silent disappearance with his mission had brought shame upon the Saurfang name.
"He was a tenacious and powerful Warrior, and I believe news of him will return soon." Zul'ra sighed inwardly, it seemed that Broxigar had already gone to receive his fate.
"Really? You've met my uncle?" Sora was slightly surprised. Most people who were with her talked about her uncle, High Overlord Saurfang, rather than her nameless, elderly uncle Broxigar.
"Of course, I've only met him a few times, but I trust my judgment. He is a brave and powerful Warrior who will not hesitate to accept his glorious death." Zul'ra was willing to use the best words to describe Broxigar, the only mortal Warrior who had ever harmed Sargeras. He was an unprecedented hero.
"Hopefully! Oh, right, I almost forgot, I came here to tell you something. I'm going to participate in the upcoming great battle." Sora suddenly remembered that she had come today for something.
"Of course, you're Kor'kron, Kor'kron is a designated participant in the war. You came to me for that?" Zul'ra found it somewhat amusing; Sora wasn't the only one asking him to join the fight these days.
"Of course not, there are one, no, two things too. The first is that on my way back, I met an Orcs who gave me something that I'll need for the upcoming war. It's called, something like the Scepter of the Shifting Sands." Sora pulled out a fist-sized object wrapped in animal hide from his waist.
"What?" Zul'ra's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing Sora's words.
"What's wrong?" Sora was untying the animal hides in her hands when she looked up at the surprised Zul'ra, who hadn't realized what she had brought back.
"Where is the person who gave you that thing? What did he look like? Did he say anything else? Where is he now?" Zul'ra took the item from Sora's hand. It was a yellow metal fragment with runes on it, which looked like a fragment of the Scepter of the Shifting Sands. But wasn't that thing in the dragon's hands?
"He's gone. He asked me to tell you and all those who protect the world not to bother him. He didn't leave his name either. He didn't have any distinctive features, so I don't remember his appearance. Is this thing valuable?" Sora asked, curious as he watched Zul'ra carefully examine the fragments he had brought back.
"Valuable? This thing is very important in war; it can't be measured in money. I can't say too much." Zul'ra thought to himself, the Orcs who gave Sora this fragment must be some kind of dragon.