An urgent, piercing alarm rang out. The Kor'kron would never sound that alarm over anything ordinary.
Thrall immediately noticed the alarm outside and the bustle of footsteps. He threw back his fur blanket and sprang up. The acrid smell of smoke immediately told him what had happened, and then he heard the terrifying cry that struck fear into the heart of every citizen of Orgrimmar: "Fire! Fire!"
As he dressed, two Kor'kron guards rushed into his room. Clearly, like Thrall, they had only just heard about the fire. "Warchief! Your orders?"
He rushed past them, shouting orders as he went. "Find me a Wyvern! Everyone is to go to the pond beside the Spirit Lodge, except the Shamans. Wake every one of them and bring them to the fire! Organize a firefighting team to soak all the neighboring buildings!"
"Yes, Warchief!" One of them continued following Thrall while the other ran off to relay the Warchief's orders. Thrall had barely stepped out of the fortress's shadow when a Wyvern's reins were placed in his hand. He vaulted onto the great beast's back.
The Drake rose almost vertically into the sky. Thrall held on tightly and looked down at the site of the fire. It was not very far away. Because the Barrens were so dry, and because of the constant earthquakes in recent days, Thrall had already ordered many of the bonfires that once burned day and night throughout Orgrimmar extinguished. Now he realized he should not have left a single one burning.
Several buildings were on fire. A foul, scorched smell made Thrall wrinkle his face. He guessed that a restaurant might be burning and that what he smelled was roasting animal flesh. Even so, three buildings had already burned down, and towering walls of flame lit up the