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Over the past few weeks, Orgrimmar seemed to have recovered from the wounds of war. With so much needing to be rebuilt, many members of the Horde had suggested that Vol'jin hold a chieftain's coronation ceremony—not only to formally announce his position, but also to commemorate the long war finally coming to an end.

Vol'jin could neither refuse the Horde people's enthusiasm nor devote vast resources to such empty formalities, so the final ceremony was merely a simple parade through the city. The ceremony concluded with a modest banquet held within Grommash Hold.

The food consisted of roasted boar and root vegetables, while the drinks were ale and hard liquor. Vol'jin had told the quartermaster in charge of preparing the banquet that everything had to be brief and straightforward.

Before long, the first round of food and drink had been consumed, and the attendants hurried to bring out more.

Seated in the chieftain's place, Vol'jin held a cup of wine as he watched everyone feast and drink to their hearts' content. At that moment, he noticed a round, plump figure approaching him. It was a Pandaren.

"Great Chief? May I have a moment of your time?"

Vol'jin nodded, signaling for him to come closer. The Pandaren brought him a letter from Lordaeron.

"I was just wondering about the latest developments over there." The Troll chieftain glanced over the letter's contents, then revised his thoughts.

This was bad news.

Vol'jin said to the Pandaren messenger, "Go rest for a while. I need time to consider this before I can reply to Ji."

After the Pandaren left, Vol'jin's sharp gaze immediately settled on Saurfang and Thrall. The two Orcs noticed his attention and walked over.

"What happened?" Saurfang asked.

"We'd best not discuss this in front of so many people." Vol'jin rose,