There are trees of masts, and large black ships are displayed on the sea.
Thrall stood at the dock, looking at the huge fleet under the scorching sun, and marveled at the superb skills of the Burning Legion technicians, who were able to build enough ships in less than a month.
A fleet capable of transporting an army of 100,000 orcs, plus a small number of armed warships responsible for logistics and escort.
With Azeroth's backward technology, it would probably take decades to build such a fleet.
Originally, Thrall thought he was going to have a naval battle with the Darkspear tribe.
The Darkspear tribe has lived in the Qunyin Islands for a long time and has accumulated a certain number of warships, which has already frightened Thrall.
Thrall is more worried about the Kul Tiras fleet. Orcs are not suitable for water battles in the first place. The number of frigates is sparse. I am afraid that they will all be sunk before they reach the Echo Islands and become food for the murlocs.
But now, there is nothing to worry about.
Initially, Thrall received a letter of allegiance from a troll named Vol'jin, in which he expressed his admiration for Thrall, the savior, and his yearning for the orcs with an extremely humble attitude. He was willing to surrender to Thrall and serve him.
Vol'jin detailed his plan in the letter, how to assassinate Feralas, the Lord of Tides, during the sacrifice.
Telling the plot in a letter to Sal would risk being intercepted and leaked.
But Vol'jin had to do this. He had to let Thrall know his contribution, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain and no one would know.
Within a few days, Thrall received information that Feralas, the Lord of Tides, had gone mad.
Thrall was overjoyed, and as expected, he soon received a letter of surrender from Chief Sen'jin, indicating that the Darkspear tribe was willing to surrender to the orcs.
Thrall was cautious enough. He was worried that there was some fraud, so he asked the Dread Lord Varimathras. This insidious Dread Lord had been operating in the Darkspear tribe and had first-hand information.
Varimathras' only answer was: "You're lucky."
Sal's hanging heart was finally relieved, and his mood was as bright as the bright sunshine. He looked at the fleet ahead and smiled widely.
Behind him is the army of orcs, who are undergoing basic naval training. The young orcs vomited as soon as they boarded the rocking ship, and the orc officers were so angry that they cursed:
"A bunch of rubbish, even the boat can't handle it. Do you know how we fought back then? We stood on the back of the dragon to fight against the Alliance. Idiot, the dragon's back was rocking much more than the boat. The stupid red dragon had to somersault to avoid the arrows.
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Saurfang was panting, came to Thrall's side, grinned and asked: "Thall, what are you thinking about?"
Thrall frowned slightly. He didn't like Saurfang, but he had to answer:
"I'm thinking about the future battles. The Echo Islands are just a small outpost. The mainland across the sea is our goal. I want to exterminate all creatures on the continent, just like our predecessors did to the Draenei."
Saurfang smiled gloomily: "The night elves across the sea are not as good as the draenei."
Thrall smiled with regret: "It's a pity that Chief Sen'jin of the Darkspear Trolls is a coward. He didn't dare to fight the orcs and took the initiative to send a surrender letter. He was unable to show the night elves the powerful fighting power of our orcs.
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Saurfang narrowed his eyes. He understood Thrall's nature and asked maliciously: "So Thrall, what friendly conditions did you propose to the Darkspear tribe?"
"Half of the Darkspear tribe serves as military rations." Thrall said coldly: "I think this is very merciful."
"You are so kind." Saurfang shook his head and said dissatisfied:
"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. The Darkspear tribe is a barbaric and ignorant race, like an undercooked ogre. If you are kind to them, they will turn around and bite you. If it were me, I would
The Darkspear tribe has been exterminated. Only bloody killings can make the barbaric races surrender. Azeroth is full of trolls. They will be afraid from the bottom of their hearts and willingly sacrifice their lives for us."
"Saurfang, this is the difference between you and me." Saar said triumphantly: "I will make Chief Sen'jin feel embarrassed, but I will not let him completely fall into despair. When we land on the Echo Islands, I can always
Change your mind."
"Cunning guy." Saurfang and Thrall smiled at each other.
Thrall showed a confident expression and looked across the ocean: "When we landed on Kalimdor, the first piece of land we saw was named after my father, and the first city we built was named after...
..."
A series of orc heroes appeared in Thrall's mind. Blackhand Blackhand and Gul'dan both had bad reputations. Grom Hellscream was a coward. In the end, there was only one choice: "Name it after Orgrimmar."
Saurfang looked at Thrall quietly, knowing that Thrall would never let go of the opportunity to increase his glory.
Sure enough, Thrall was in high spirits and said loudly: "When our orc flags are planted in every corner of the continent, the name Kalimdor will become history, and Thrall's continent will be her new name."
"Not bad, I hope we can achieve this small goal as soon as possible." Saurfang looked ferocious as he looked at the mighty Horde army behind him: "We have a powerful orc army, so why worry about not conquering Kalimdor."
Thrall turned around and looked at Saurfang proudly: "I'm sorry, Saurfang, you are not on the list of conquerors of Kalimdor."
"What do you mean?" Saurfang was furious and clenched the battle ax in his hand: "If you want to exclude me, you have to ask these soldiers if they agree."
After all, Saurfang, the King of Sneak Attacks, is a symbol of glory for the orcs, a role model for countless orcs to follow, and has extremely high popularity. Even Thrall cannot shake his influence.
"No, no, this group of orcs will still be led by you and will continue to serve as hard laborers for the Burning Legion." Thrall said with a proud look on his face: "The Burning Legion needs people to work as coolies, and I think you are very suitable."
Saurfang was a little confused and asked strangely: "Thal, do you want to conquer Kalimdor alone? I deeply admire your courage."
"No, I have better soldiers."
Thrall clapped his hands, and a group of mighty orcs walked out of the tent nearby.
This group of orcs are tall, half taller than the burly Saurfang. Their bodies have thick, dragon-like scales, their faces are more ferocious, and their fangs are as sharp as a pair of sharp knives.
"Saurfang, do you want to experience the strength of the dragon-blooded orcs?" Saar waved his hand, and a dragon-blooded orc came to Saurfang, looking down at him, looking at him indifferently, as if he were looking at a little
chicken.
What a terrifying monster this was, Saurfang was so frightened that he had to muster up courage and grab the battle axe.
Saurfang's figure suddenly blurred, disappeared on the spot, and appeared behind the dragon-blooded orc, raising his battle ax high and slashing at his back.
The dragon-blooded orc refused to dodge. The giant ax struck the scales on his back, causing a burst of sparks and leaving a white mark.
Saurfang was stunned. He saw the orc turn around and knock Saurfang to the ground with just one punch. Saurfang felt like he was being crushed by a giant beast. His whole body was in severe pain and he could not move.
"How about it, the glory of the orcs, Saurfang." Thrall looked at the seriously injured Saurfang and sneered: "In front of the powerful dragon-blooded orcs, you are just a useless coward. The leader of the peon is very suitable for you.