I sat at the table, waiting for the story to continue. Tirion Fordring glanced at me and chuckled. "You rarely see an adventurer as quiet as you these days, taking such an interest in an old man's story."
I smiled back and wagged a finger.
"First, you're no ordinary old man. Second, I like stories like this. I know Cuiyige isn't dead. He's still in Orgrimmar, serving as Thrall's adviser, so hurry up and tell me how this story ended!"
Tirion Fordring nodded, put his pipe back between his lips, and spoke unhurriedly.
"When the flames rose, I thought Cuiyige was doomed. I thought I was going to lose that friend. But a few seconds later, the cloudless sky suddenly darkened, and a rainstorm swept over Stratholme. Can you imagine it? Rain suddenly pouring down, leaving everyone stunned. Only the veterans and I knew that enemies were coming. This was clearly a Shaman's elemental spell. But those nobles were terrified, especially after the downpour put out the flames."
"The Orcs charged into Stratholme's square, led by that blue-eyed Orc, Thrall. He had personally brought them to rescue Cuiyige. They didn't kill a single human. They freed the Orc prisoners of war and took me along as well. Clearly, Thrall had heard about what had happened between Cuiyige and me."
Tirion Fordring took a deep draw on his pipe, then removed it from his mouth amid the curling smoke.
"That was the first time I worked with Orcs. I led them past the Silver Hand's pursuit. I knew my brothers were going easy on us. They knew I was among those Orcs, so none of the most seasoned veterans came out. They only sent inexperienced recruits to get some practice. I owe them my thanks, my old brothers. Even in the