Rex returned to Zangarmarsh five days after his return to Outland. Over those five days, he had dealt with all the affairs in Outland before making the rounds of the Expeditionary Force's camp. He called it making the rounds, but to Rex, it was really more about making his presence felt. Yes, making his presence felt.
As Marshal of the Expeditionary Force, how would it look if he was never in its camp? He needed the Alliance soldiers to have a clear, immediate impression that he was there with them. So over the past few days, Rex had barely stayed in his own command tent. He spent most of his time moving around the camp, picking out a few soldiers who caught his eye and rewarding them.
This approach worked well. Every soldier in the Expeditionary Force's camp now had a clear impression of his presence.
Once he had done enough of that, the people sent to the Horde returned. The Horde claimed that they had only just received Warchief Thrall's orders. Rex would not have believed that even if his life depended on it.
Still, he only thought that privately and let none of it show on his face.
Rex did not press the matter further. Whatever the Horde was thinking, whatever considerations they had, as long as they acknowledged receiving Thrall's orders, they had to obey them.
Unless they intended to defy those orders, but that was impossible.
Thrall's prestige within the Horde was at its peak, far beyond Rex's own.
The orcs had escaped the internment camps and left behind lives of captivity and slavery entirely because of Thrall. He had liberated them and given them their freedom again.
Thrall had also rebuilt the Horde single-handedly. This new Horde had effectively been created from nothing, and none