Sora

Dragons have the ability to transform into mortals; for example, Kalecgos, Tarecgosa, and Krasus can all change their appearance. It's not unacceptable that a dragon, weary of worldly affairs, might secretly send over a fragment of the quicksand it possesses.

"Oh, right, you said you had two things to report, and there's one more!" Zul'ra changed the subject, not wanting to talk too much about the Scepter of the Shifting Sands right now.

"Oh, the second thing is our operation in Azshara this time, we killed the sea witch leader of the Spitelash Naga." Sora sniffed.

"And then!" Zul'ra blinked; he had heard about it before.

"During this process, I captured a Naga, a Imps, but he revealed some interesting information." Sora smiled slightly.

"How significant is it?" Zul'ra became interested, thinking that it must have said something important, otherwise there would be no need to bring it up to her.

"He said the sea witch we killed was named Serapis, a servant of Queen Azshara of the sea. Azshara, that's the exact same name as the coastal region where we hunted the Naga." Sora's expression turned serious.

"Hmm! Why are you telling me this? Where is that Naga?" Zul'ra pondered for a moment. It seemed that his artillery team had killed someone quite significant. Sora had reported this to him. What were his thoughts on this?

"We may have provoked a powerful, very ancient adversary, so I felt it necessary to report this matter. The Naga was named Tiset. I released him and then tracked him down," Sora said, stating his conjecture and reporting the whereabouts of the Narian captive.

"Yes, you're right, Azshara. The name comes from the last queen of the Kaldorei Empire ten thousand years ago. Her most famous act was bringing the Kaldorei Empire to its peak, only to have it destroyed by the Burning Legion, causing our world to be torn apart from one continent."

Zul'ra held Sora in high regard. This female Orcs possessed a remarkable strategic awareness and was a rare talent for command. Although Sanra acknowledged Sora's abilities, Zul'ra still narrated the matter in a calm tone.

"Really?" Sora was slightly surprised. A guy from ten thousand years ago, who caused so much trouble, is still alive.

"Yes, a person barely clinging to life doesn't need to concern themselves with this matter. What's coming is inevitable." Zul'ra interrupted Sora's thoughts. Azshara, this guy in the deep sea, is really not someone the current Horde can approach. Speaking of which, I have a Ring of Tides on me, and it seems that this thing belongs to her.

"What are your thoughts on this matter?" Zul'ra asked Sora after thinking for a moment.

"I don't have any thoughts on this. I just happened to be here today and wanted to mention it." Sora shook her head slightly. She felt that Azshara was difficult to deal with, and no one seemed to care about this matter, so she took the opportunity to bring it up today. As for how to handle the aftermath, she didn't have many ideas.

"What if you had to imagine it?" Zul'ra asked.

"Let me think about it," Sora suggested after considering the situation. "I think I would take precautions early and try to clear out the Naga along the coast of Orgrimmar, or at least keep track of their movements."

"Hmm, how do you control it, how do you clean it?" Zul'ra nodded.

"Perhaps I can break through from that Tiset I let go. I feel that guy is very afraid of death, and he's a bit different from the other Naga, but I don't know how. If I have enough time, I think I can definitely find out," Sora said without hesitation.

"Then I'll give you time. I'll give you the authority to conscript three thousand households to garrison and cultivate the land along the coast of Azshara. It's too close to our steel mill, and I can't let anything happen to it." Zul'ra nodded, formally giving Sora an appointment. Having offended the Naga along the coast, they really needed to be wary of the steel mill.

"Okay, no problem. But can I go after I've participated in the war?" Sora was delighted to hear Zul'ra's appointment. The Horde was different now than before, with a unique atmosphere that she liked very much. It was because she could rise to the top through her abilities and no longer be remembered as a woman or as a member of the Saurfang family.

"No, your mission is to accept this order. From now on, you must leave Kor'kron's ranks. Do you accept?" Zul'ra firmly rejected Sora's idea, even revoking her right to participate in the war.

"This..." Sora looked at Zul'ra, who seemed to have no choice but to accept it, completely unprepared for the outcome.

"SoLS Rufar, the Horde needs you. Do you accept this appointment?" Zul'ra asked seriously. This was a good seed, and she needed to be properly trained, rather than simply sending her to experience a war.

"I... I accept." Faced with the words "the Horde needs," Sora could only suppress her words of refusal and accepted the appointment with a slight sense of grievance.

"Then tell me, can you do this well?" Zul'ra asked again.

"I guess so!" Sora wasn't confident. She had only brought it up today because it suddenly came to mind, and now she regretted it; she couldn't go to the front lines to fight the war.

"Give me a definite answer. The Horde needs you to strengthen the defenses of the Azshara region. Are you confident you can accomplish this? If you are, then yes; if not, then no." Zul'ra emphasized.

"Yes." Sora's breathing was a little heavy. Unable to go to the front lines, he could only try his best to complete the task assigned to him by the Minister of Industry.

"That's good. I'll write you a note. Go find Cairne Bloodhoof and ask him and Rehgar Earthfury to help you recruit people. Three thousand households, don't act like a little girl!" Zul'ra quickly wrote a note and handed it to Sora.

"I am Warrior of the Horde, a Kor'kron commander, Zul'ra Jin. It's not fair that you're making me a head of the household." Sora took the note, indignant at the decision. She was originally a Kor'kron Warrior, entitled to the front lines, but now she was being sent to the seaside to suffer the wind. No wonder she was unhappy about this.

"There's never been any fairness in this world. Every member of the Horde is Warrior. A Warrior of the Horde fights wherever he is, just with different methods. Others kill with battle axes and blades, while you have to use your brains to feed your men." Seeing that Zul'ra was indeed quite resistant to this, Sora's face turned cold. The Orcs ' bandit-like manner had to be changed.

"And you also have to protect the Horde's steel mill, where the Horde's greatest wealth is located. This is a sacred mission..." Zul'ra said harshly, then softened her voice.

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