In the past years, the organization, although originally composed only of Tauren, began to accept Orcs, and the proportion continued to increase. The two races each accounted for half of it.
Although the members of the Ring of the Earth were not particularly active in the past years, the third Battle of the Dark Portal, because of the Archimonde invasion, weakened the barrier of the World of Azeroth, and the activities of the Elementals continued to increase. In fact, the Ring of the Earth had never been as important as it was now. The members of the organization worked hard to calm the Elementals down to ensure that they would not cause more trouble for Azeroth.
Today, the Ring of the Earth brought a very serious alert. The Elementals were likely to invade Azeroth and launch attacks on all large intelligent lifeforms.
This was not an alarmist, because recently there had been constant reports from patrols that fire Elementals, which had never appeared in Durotar, wandered aimlessly from time to time. They attacked livestock and villages, as well as travelers passing by.
If that was the case, it would not be worth Sal's anxiety.
Wojin found Sal and said nervously, "There is something you'd better see for yourself. It's not far, just inside Orgrimmar. "
Under Wojin's lead, Sal led Varrock and a few guards to sneak into the Dark Alley area.
"Great Chief, here …" The one who waved to Sal was one of the few Orc Thieves in the tribe. Sal recognized him. He was Godard, who usually worked as a Thief Trainer in Orgrimmar. Not far from Godard was the Goblin Thief Vessie.
Under Godard's guidance, Thrall stepped onto a rough and thick roof.
Although the houses of the tribe were not beautiful, they were definitely comparable to the fortresses of the Alliance. A group of people walked on top of a wooden house, and at most, they could hear the creaking sounds. In the natural valley of the Dark Alley area, the wind that poured into the valley always blew all kinds of sounds from the wooden houses.
Vessie pointed downwards.
It was not difficult. Sal noticed a Troll in a strange dark blue robe, who was giving a speech in a corner of the alley. Dozens of Orcs, Trolls, and even the rarely seen Forgotten Ones were surrounding the Troll and listening.
"The earth is angry! The supreme Ancient God will give the most resolute response to the provocation of mortals. The fire elementals hovering outside Orgrimmar are the best sign. "
One of the residents of Orgrimmar shouted, "I don't want to die! Doomsayer, what do you tell us? "
The one called the Doomsayer spoke in a low and bewitching voice, "People of Orgrimmar! Listen carefully! We have been deceived for too long. I demand that you open your eyes and see the truth! "
At this point, he raised his arms high. "Brothers and sisters! The end of the world was coming! Azeroth will no longer exist — "
Following his shout, a faint flame rose from his arms. The surrounding residents were shocked and subconsciously took two steps back. However, they realized that the flame did not cause any damage to the doomsayer.
The flames seemed to have become a part of his body.
After all, even mages couldn't really let the flames flow on their skin, but this person could.
The Doomsday Prophet's voice grew more agitated. "The flames will devour this world! The storm would sweep away all hope! In the end, the elements will rule everything! "
One of the orcs mustered up his courage and asked, "Why should we believe you?"
The Doomsayer pointed a finger with sharp nails at the Orc, a fanatical expression on his face. "Soon, you will see the sign I spoke of! When that time comes, do not despair, people of Orgrimmar. Join us and learn the truth. "
He raised his hands again. "Abandon a life full of war and hard labor, be reborn in the elements, and take your rightful place in the new world!"
When the guy below said this, Varrock could not help but say, "Great chief, I will go arrest and hang this guy!"
"Great chief, do it. We have already found many of them. If we let them do as they please, Orgrimmar will fall into panic. "Godard said in a low voice.
Thrall waved his hand and stopped his most loyal companions and subordinates. "First, monitor and find all the 'doomsayers'!"
"Yes, sir!" Thrall's subordinates said in unison.
Thrall returned to the Wisdom Valley, looking a little lonely. He looked at Wojin beside him and suddenly said, "There are many of these people in the Alliance, right?"
"Many! But it's useless! "Wojin pointed out.
Thrall's body trembled. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness and guilt.
Whether it was a country or an organization, the more turbulent it was, the easier it was for evil people to come out and stir up trouble.
The damn doomsayers could be so popular in the Horde, which had a lot to do with the poor economic situation of the Horde. People living in the abyss of suffering would naturally change.
"Am I a bad chief?" Sal seemed to ask Woking without thinking.
"No! There is no such thing! " Wojin said firmly. He felt a bad sign and immediately realized that he had to nip Thrall's bad idea in the bud. "Great chief, no, Thrall! No one is more suitable to be the chief than you. This is not just my idea. You can ask most of the people in the Horde, they all love you! The current situation of the Horde is not your fault! "
"Then tell me, why is the gap between the Alliance and the Horde getting wider and wider?" Thrall looked at the dark sky blankly.
Wojin wanted to lie, but he realized that even if it was a white lie, it would not have any effect on the wise and rational chief. He was discouraged. "That … that's … the leader of the Alliance, Duke Marcus … That's too much. If it was anyone else, they probably wouldn't be able to achieve such results. "
"Really? It's not that I'm not good, it's that Duque is better! "Thrall's mouth was full of bitterness, but more of a sense of loss, for himself and the future of the Horde.
Wojin was right. There were also many Twilight believers within the Alliance.
They avoided the main cities of the Alliance and gave speeches in various towns and villages.
There were many people who listened, and some even smiled at them. But there was always an inexplicable meaning in every smile. It was not malicious, but people always felt like they were looking at a group of worthless dead people …
Most of the Twilight believers shuddered inexplicably. The natural fanaticism and excitement in them quickly cooled down under the gaze.
They suddenly had an intuition that they might not be able to easily stir up chaos and recruit believers in the Alliance …
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