Thrall looked in the direction of the Broken Islands, paying special attention to Highmountain, where half a million delicious tauren lived. They had exaggerated horns, strong limbs and thick fur.
The Echo Islands are quite far away from the Broken Islands, and their food reserves are far from enough, but there is no other choice at this moment.
A few days later, most of the troop transport ship was repaired, and one hundred thousand dragon-blooded orcs boarded it, eager to sail to the Broken Islands.
After the food on the ship ran out, Thrall was about to order the killing of the weak soldiers to satisfy hunger, but the fleet discovered a floating black island, rising and falling on the sea.
As he got closer, he discovered that this was the body of Feralas, Lord of the Tides. This huge mutated murloc had its head split in half by terrifying magic. Thrall guessed that it died at the hands of the guardian Aegwynn.
Feralas's body brought enough rations to the orcs, which solved their urgent need. After sailing for a while, the fleet successfully landed on the beach of Highmountain.
The Highmountain tauren have lived in this land for more than 10,000 years. They have multiplied and multiplied and have many tribes. They are the overlords of this place and they are constantly at war with each other. This is a land full of blood and killing.
They never dreamed that a group of terrifying monsters would come from the sea. They had ferocious faces, sharp fangs, and were covered in thick scales. They were invulnerable and had amazing fighting power.
The dragon-blooded orcs led by Thrall bloodbathed the Highmountain. Countless tauren tribes became history, and their gathering places were reduced to ashes. This was a horrific catastrophe, and four-fifths of the tauren in the Highmountain died.
The tauren were skinned and made into hard meat, and the bones were collected to repair troop ships or used to build tents. The hides and horns became the armor and weapons of the dragon-blooded orcs.
The wealth accumulated by the tauren in the Highmountain for generations enriched Thrall's fleet. From then on, the tauren in the Highmountain failed to recover. What's even more frightening is that the fear of the orcs was forever buried in their hearts, paving the way for them to join the tribe in the future.
After repairing in the High Mountains for a period of time, he obtained sufficient military rations and logistical supplies. Thrall, eager for revenge, set sail and led the dragon-blooded orcs to the Echo Islands again.
Thrall is determined to take revenge on the Darkspear tribe. No matter whether they are hiding in a swamp, a desert island, or even a secret cave, Thrall vows to find them and kill them in the most brutal way.
Nothing that happened in Highmountain was hidden from Chief Sen'jin. When Thrall returned with vengeful fury, Sen'jin's first thought was the Naval Kingdom of Kul Tiras, hoping to get help from humans.
Sen'jin sent the high priest to secretly enter Kul Tiras to meet with Admiral Daelin Proudmoore. However, the negotiations did not go smoothly, and the high priest left with a look of disappointment.
At this moment, Robbie also followed the high priest to Kul Tiras.
A month has passed. The 50,000 mages of the Scourge have analyzed a lot of useful magic. Arthas is very confident in resisting the Burning Legion's attack. Of course, the longer it can be delayed, the better it will be for the Scourge.
Robbie felt very strange about Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's decision.
Dai Lin is one of the veterans who survived the Second War. She witnessed the tragic death of her eldest son at the hands of an orc dragon knight and has an unforgettable hatred for orcs. In Dai Lin's opinion, orcs should not live in Azeroth.
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Nowadays, the dragon-blooded orcs are arrogant, and the tragedy of the tauren in Highmountain is still vivid in our minds. It can be said that destroying the dragon-blooded orcs at sea is the only chance for Commander-in-Chief Dai Lin.
If the dragon-blooded orcs land in Kul Tiras and engage in the land battle they are best at, then this human maritime kingdom will become history like the numerous tauren tribes in Highmountain, with villages reduced to ashes and cities reduced to rubble.
"It's actually easy to figure out what Dai Lin is thinking." Robbie made up his mind and first contacted Arthas, then sneaked into Proudmoore Fortress to meet the navy commander.
Proudmoore Fortress was heavily guarded, but unfortunately it was difficult to prevent Robbie from infiltrating. Robbie used disguise magic to transform into a very powerful butler and entered directly through the main entrance, with no obstructions.
In the hall of the fortress, Dai Lin was immersed in handling affairs. There were many merchants, envoys from various places, pirates, etc. around him, reporting to him at any time or accepting orders.
Admiral of the Navy Daelin Proudmoore is already old. His black hair is mixed with a lot of gray hair. Daelin's fierce face always gives people a sense of terror. He is not so much a maritime commander.
It would be more appropriate to say he is a pirate.
In fact, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras started out as a pirate business. Even though they established a kingdom in name only, they still have a close relationship with pirates from all over Azeroth.
Pirates plunder everywhere, and the stolen goods can be sold for good prices in this country, and they can also repair ships in the port, recruit sailors, hire adventurers, or enjoy some fun on land.
Dai Lin's ancestors were originally the most ferocious pirates, and their love for the ocean was inherited in their bones.
An unruly man, Robbie stared at the back of this legendary figure and came to this conclusion.
Unfortunately, he was eventually betrayed by his daughter and died at the hands of an orc.
A great hero, but unfortunately he didn't handle the housework clearly.
Dai Lin looked serious, holding a quill dipped in ink, and meticulously signed her name on the document. Suddenly, a line of small words appeared in the ink:
"I want to talk to you alone."
Dai Lin rubbed her eyes, these words still appeared clearly in her eyes.
Then, the handwriting floated up, became larger and larger, swayed continuously in front of Dai Lin's eyes, and finally disappeared with a snap.
Dai Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, with a violent look between her brows, but she quickly calmed down.
He turned around and looked at the followers, generals, and businessmen around him. His expressions were as usual, and he seemed to have found nothing.
"Am I the only one who can see this? Excellent magic."
Dai Lin has been adventuring at sea all year round, and has experienced all kinds of mysterious things. There are countless secrets buried in the ocean. Dai Lin has had many experiences of escaping from death. He knows that there are many powerful beings in this world, and he must remain in awe in his heart.
Dai Lin remained calm, explained to the people around him, turned around and entered the secret room of the castle.
"I wonder which distinguished guest is coming?" Dai Lin asked into the air.
Robbie appeared next to Dai Lin. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary night elf.
"Night Elf?"
Dai Lin felt strange and slightly suspicious. He knew that the night elves had long rejected magic and accepted the belief of the moon god and the way of the druid. Why would a brilliant night elf magician show up?
Luo Bu is a wise man who has seen a lot and said in a deep voice: "
"Azeroth is full of secrets. The atrocities of the orcs have devastated the world. Daelin, let me guess what you are afraid of. What is stopping you from taking revenge on the orcs?"
Dai Lin carefully kept a distance from Robbie, with her hand on the saber.
"You're afraid of dragons, right? To be precise, it's the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza." Robbie asked, staring into Dai Lin's eyes. (To be continued)