Chapter 391:

Riot A raging fire was burning near the broken wall of the concentration camp. Around the fire, the old shaman Drek'Thar of the Frostwolves was chanting shamanic notes that other orcs could not understand. Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction was covered with a special ointment that exuded a sweet smell in the flames. Lying beside Orgrim were the warriors who died together. Their flesh gods perished in the fire, but their deeds will be remembered forever by the orcs. Thrall and the orcs looked up to the sky and roared in all directions.

After the funeral, Thrall and Grommash sat together to discuss the next plan.

"Which concentration camp are we going to next? Great Chieftain. Durnholde?" The most outstanding warrior of the tribe did not show any sorrow for the death of the previous chieftain. Grommash wanted to lead hundreds of orcs into battle right now.

"That's right. If the concentration camp is an evil monster, then Durnholde is its head. We didn't have enough strength before, but now we can teach them a painful lesson. Keep an eye on these prisoners. We will launch a surprise attack on Durnholde."

The next day, Thrall and his army were ready and began a new march. Richard and Onyxia stood on the hillside and looked at their march, which was getting farther and farther away.

"The Eastern Kingdom is about to experience another huge earthquake."

"Yes, by the way, there is a clue about the matter in the south." Onyxia suddenly remembered the big event that happened in Stormwind. The reconstruction of Stormwind was about to be completed, but there was an incident of wage arrears. As a result, the Masons who did not receive their wages held banners to find the "bastard boss" Varian Urynn. When the situation was about to calm down, Varian's queen was unfortunately killed. The wage rally completely turned into a bloody conflict. The Masons were expelled and turned into the Brotherhood, which is now creating instability around Stormwind. But this matter was not led by Richard. When he was in Nethergarde, Richard still had plans in this regard, but after the expedition to Yggdrasil, this matter was forgotten. Unexpectedly, Van Cleef's Masons still had problems.

"Have you found out who it is?"

Onyxia nodded. "My sister, Urquhartsaya, sneaked into Stormwind with the help of my brother Nefarian and used some of the knowledge I taught her to confuse some nobles. Now she has become a well-known noble with a certain say in Stormwind. Now there is enough evidence to prove that the accident in Stormwind was caused by her."

Richard sighed, "That means this matter is still related to us. We should have solved Dafan at the beginning."

Onyxia was a little confused, "Why? Isn't our goal to destroy Stormwind?"

"That's true, but we shouldn't start a riot right now, and we shouldn't start a meaningless riot in the name of a rally. What else did this accident do except add an unstable factor around Stormwind and kill a queen? The Masons' Guild is still an insignificant organization even if it becomes the Brotherhood. If it were us, we would definitely cultivate this force and plan for them to start an uprising when we decide to destroy them, so that Stormwind's troops will have no time to pay attention to the other side, and then let Ragnaros launch a devastating attack and completely wipe Stormwind off the map. It's a bit of a waste for your sister to use the Masons' Guild like this."

Onyxia sat on the ground and said, "You pursue different effects, so the methods you use will definitely be different. She just wants chaos in Stormwind, and this degree is enough."

"By the way, is the Brotherhood still controlled by her?"

Onyxia shook her head: "As far as I know, not yet."

Richard curled his fingers together and thought carefully: "Then let Valeera contact them and win them over. After success, let Valeera train them there. Since the Brotherhood has been expelled from Stormwind, let them cause some damage around Stormwind. After Valeera has trained a group of useful assassins, let them cause trouble for the nobles of Stormwind."

Onyxia rolled her eyes: "Valeera is not here."

"Yes. Valeera, obey your command." Valeera suddenly appeared beside Richard.

"Ah! You scared me!" Onyxia jumped up and looked at Valeera with anger, but Valeera didn't even look at her. Onyxia didn't want to be bored anymore and just lay on the ground to rest.

After Richard and Valeera communicated some details, Valeera left immediately. Richard and the others didn't stay here for long. After dinner, they continued to fly in the sky.

For several consecutive days, the orc tribe was on the march. Although the orcs had experienced a long journey, they still had very high morale. It seemed that there were no accidents in the handover between the chiefs. Under the command of their new leader, Sal, the orc tribe marched towards Dunholden in an orderly and targeted manner. However, Thrall's wish for a surprise attack was shattered. Although Thrall and his men were very careful about their whereabouts, such a large-scale march was still discovered by the surviving enemy scouts. Now Durnholde had already had some defenses.

When Thrall knew that they were discovered, he simply stopped hiding and came directly to the vicinity of Durnholde in a mighty and open manner. Onyxia chose an excellent position in the air. Now there are still three people on her back. The difference from the last time is that Valeera has been replaced by Taresha.

"Taresha, below is Durnholde. Thrall and his brothers are going to destroy it. What do you think?"

Taresha shook her head. She looked a little worried. It was unclear whether she was worried about Thrall or the humans in Durnholde. Taresha's parents now run a small shop on Kozan Island, and their income is much better than in Durnholde. Under the influence of her parents, she doesn't remember much about Blackmore, the Lord of Durnholde.

"It's raining." Onyxia suddenly spoke.

Richard looked up and said, "Then let's move to a better place."

"Sit tight."

Onyxia flapped her wings and left the clouds that could rain at any time. On the ground, Thrall also smelled the scent of rain in the air. In contrast, he would have preferred a bright sun, which would have allowed him to see his enemies clearly, but the cold rain also kept his warriors calm. Moreover, Thrall could control the rain, and he could make it fall whenever he needed. But now, Thrall decided to let the weather take its course.