On this day, Rend was summoned to Orgrimmar by Warchief Thrall. As he worked to contain the Scourge outbreaks across Kalimdor, he was filled with confusion.
The moment he stepped into the Hall of Chiefs, Rend found Warchief Thrall, Tauren High Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, and Darkspear Chieftain Vol'jin already waiting for him.
Rend noticed that Warchief Thrall was not wearing his usual black plate armor. Instead, he had changed into cloth robes, looking like a true great shaman rather than the Warchief of the Horde.
The sight of Thrall dressed like that made Rend's heart skip a beat. By the timeline, it was about time for Thrall to step down. Could it be...?
Before Rend could think further, Thrall interrupted him. "You're here, Rend."
"The Scourge continues to emerge, and the elements are growing restless and violent. All of this threatens Azeroth. I sense that an even greater crisis is about to arrive, so I have decided to travel to Nagrand myself to further study the ways of shamanism and discover what has unsettled the elements. This journey will be fraught with danger, and the only thing I cannot let go of is the Horde. The Horde needs a new Warchief to lead it through this crisis."
Just as I thought, Rend mused.
Judging by the situation, as well as Vol'jin and Cairne Bloodhoof's expressions, Rend knew that he had likely replaced Garrosh Hellscream as Thrall's choice for the next Warchief.
But did Rend dare become Warchief? Of course he did not... Aside from Thrall, the biological son blessed with absurd luck, the position of Horde Warchief was practically cursed. Garrosh, Vol'jin, and Sylvanas had all run into trouble after becoming Warchief. Rend had no desire to meet his end beneath the curse of the Horde Warchief.
So he spoke