Grom was a little surprised. "You want to use those bones?"
Thrall didn't care. "Ever since the battle at the Dark Portal, the Horde has been using the Death Knight tradition, hasn't it? Orgrim did it, and so did the former chief, Ner 'zhul. "
Grom shook his head. "I mean, aren't you afraid of angering the Alliance?"
Thrall smiled. "That's why it's a secret meeting. As long as the Alliance doesn't declare war on the Horde, the Forgotten Ones won't join the Horde. "
Grom sighed. "You've really matured."
Thrall still had a difficult childhood in this life. Whether it was his career as a gladiator, Orgrim's teachings, or the experience of leading his people west to the Endless Sea, Thrall had trained him well.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that if Varian hadn't gone missing in this life, he would have been completely defeated by Thrall.
After becoming the leader of the Horde for five years, Thrall had become more mature and farsighted. The rarest thing was that Thrall, who was making the Horde rise again, was only 20 years old. The people of the Horde didn't doubt that Thrall could lead the Horde for at least another 30 years.
Thrall looked to the east. "The Horde has fallen far behind the Alliance. I hope that the disaster at the Burning Steppes can hold the Alliance back."
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that other than a certain cheating transmigrator, the Horde knew the disaster that the Alliance had caused.
That was because the ones who led the trouble at the Blackrock Mountain were the two sons of the first chief, Redd Blackhand and Maim Blackhand.
Thrall had originally lamented that the Alliance had completely dominated the Eastern Kingdom and was far stronger than the Horde. Now that he received this news, Thrall only wanted to laugh.
The location of the Burning Steppes was too important. It was located in the core area of the Southern Continent, but the geographical conditions were extremely harsh. There was lava and volcanic ash everywhere, and it wasn't a place for humans to live.
Other than the Blackrock Orcs and Blackiron Dwarves who were naturally resistant to fire, no other race could live well there.
Even Thrall would have a headache if he were to occupy a place like the Blackrock Mountain.
At this time, Thrall still had the mentality of watching a show. If he knew who the real master of the Blackrock Spire was and what was under the Blackrock Mountain, his attitude might be a little different.
The Dark Portal, 28th December, 2020. Even in the warmer Stormwind, it was still a world of ice and snow.
Winter was the time when all things withered.
Winter was also the time when people who had worked hard for a year could enjoy the fireplace in their warm homes and enjoy the harvest of the year.
Thanks to Duque's valuable thoughts on internal affairs, the current Stormwind was far better than the Stormwind in history, where people struggled in hardship.
From west to east, there was a railway that ran through the entire kingdom. The wheat in the Western Wilderness could be harvested today, and the day after, it could be transported across the entire Elven Forest along the railroad, bypassing the Redridge Mountains and passing through the Swamp of Sorrows to the Watchtower in the Cursed Land.
From north to south, there was a subway from Ironforge to Stormwind City. From Stormwind City to Goldflash Town, all the way south through the Twilight Forest, a new railway was being built. Currently, the southernmost end of the railway had reached Crow Ridge. In another two years, this north-south railway would reach Stranglethorn Vale.
Even though the railway was only half open, a steady stream of weapons and supplies was still being sent through the railway to the expeditionary army in Stormwind to develop Stranglethorn Vale.
Now, the area around the Horde's Grom High Camp, including the Baral and Zukunda Ruins, had officially become Stormwind's territory.
The entire kingdom was talking about the troll ornaments and gold tools that had been plundered from the troll empire's ruins.
With the addition of the Redridge Mountains, the Swamp of Sorrows and the Upwind Path under Duque's control, Stormwind's territory was more than three times larger than it was in history.
The prosperous situation made every citizen smile from ear to ear.
At the same time, it also bred corruption. With the economy doing well, the lords of Stormwind could practically lie down at home and still earn money every day.
Gradually, the new generation of nobles forgot the humiliation of losing their territories and the grief of losing their loved ones, and began to indulge in pleasure …
On the 28th, the important ministers of Stormwind gathered at the new Stormwind Stronghold. This was because they were going to discuss the next year's important matters. Every year, major events of Stormwind would be discussed in winter and carried out in the spring of the next year.
Luxurious carriages were parked in front of the even more majestic Stormwind Stronghold's gate.
Many nobles, even if they were just there to listen, were dressed to the nines. Since two years ago, they had formed a habit of waiting at the gate of the stronghold for her to appear.
She did not disappoint them, and she came.
Two pure black horses without a single strand of hair on them pulled a black carriage with golden edges and slowly drove into the square in front of the fortress.
A peerless beauty stepped out of the carriage with the help of a marquis. She had long black hair that fell to her shoulders, soft and smooth. She seemed to have been carved by a craftsman in imitation of a goddess, and she had the most charming smile on her face.
She wore a purple shirt with silver edges and a diamond-shaped hollowness in the middle of her chest, showing off her seemingly bottomless cleavage. She wore a bright red floor-length dress.
Just her appearance alone caused a wave of low exclamations of admiration.
For dozens of nobles to wait, those who did not know might have thought that there was a queen in Stormwind, and they were waiting for the queen to arrive with a posture of worship.
Unfortunately, she was not a queen.
She was just a countess — Countess Katrana Anristo, the illegitimate daughter of an old Stormwind noble. In fact, that noble had already been annihilated at sea during the retreat of Stormwind City in the first year of the Dark Portal.
But she had enough documents to prove her identity, and with the most elegant speech and wisdom, she conquered the entire Stormwind noble circle in a short span of three years.
If it wasn't for Duke's precedent, her rise to fame would have been a legend.
Not only did she have amazing social skills, but she was also extremely outstanding in internal affairs. After Illucia ran off to become Alterac's queen, Bolvar had no choice but to accept the fact that this woman had snatched the power of internal affairs.
Bolvar was an excellent regent, he was impeccable in terms of strength, virtue, and loyalty. Unfortunately, there was only one person in the world like Duque, who could even cross realms. His talent was all in military affairs.
Originally, the next year's internal affairs conference would still be the same as the past two years, with Katrana's words being in charge. This was because no one could refute her in the field of internal affairs.
Today, the atmosphere seemed a little different.
The nobles realized that beside the silly William, there was not only Bolvar's regent chair, but also a very mage-style chair.
Suddenly, the ceremonial officer announced, "The Grand Duke of Stormwind, His Excellency Duke Marcus, has arrived!"
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