"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare your luggage and we are about to reach the end!" Several goblin-style ships on the blue sea were marching along the waves, and a goblin was standing at the bow with a loud speaker and shouting loudly.

After a long voyage, Gazrove's first business is about to be completed.

"This boring trip is finally over!" Gromash and Kagas were sitting on the plyboard - during the long voyage, their only entertainment was to sit here and look at the uneven land in the distance.

"Who said no?" Kagas said, kicking his legs, "My sickle blade was rusted by the damn sea breeze!"

"And this damn food, even the wild boars in Nagran can eat better than us!" Gromash said with a frown: "When I get on the shore, I must have a good meal of meat!"

"Two respected chiefs, I suggest to calculate a small bill before discussing what to eat after arriving at the destination." The short goblin smiled and said, "This may take some short time for you."

"Bill?! It's a bill again?" Gromash said with a low voice: "Since the past few days, you have asked us to sign more than a dozen orders!"

"Mr. Gazluvi, the patience of the tribe is limited." Kagas said coldly: "If you can't explain it properly, then I will cut off your pen hand and feed the sharks."

"Your words are a personal threat to me!" Gazrove shouted: "This violates the principles of trade!"

"The tribe does not need any principles, the tribe only trusts battle axes and sharp blades." Gromash stared at the goblins with cold eyes: "A greedy ghost like you, my blood roar is not even willing to contaminate your blood."

"Okay OK!" Gazrove took a few steps and said loudly: "I promise this is the last time!"

"During my time living on my boat, your tribesmen destroyed many things in the cabin... You need compensation!" After saying that, Gazluvi hid in the distance and looked at the two orc chiefs nervously, observing their reactions.

"You said this is the last time." Kagas sighed and said, "Get the order!"

"As for your order!" Gazrove immediately became a smile and trotted all the way to take the bill full of words.

"Last time!" Gromash snatched the pen from the goblin's hand and clumsyly wrote down his name on the paper.

"You have to believe in my credibility!" Gazluvi laughed and said, "The ship will arrive at the destination in half an hour, and congratulate you in advance!"

Watching the goblins finally disappear on the deck, the War Song Chief looked at Kagas and whispered: "I don't know if Drektal will come to greet us!"

"If he can still stand up, he will definitely come over." Kagas said with a smile: "As the last shaman, Drektal must have hoped to see the orcs from Draenor with his own eyes!"

"Notify all members and pack up our belongings and we're about to arrive!" Kagas said loudly.

The ship finally stopped on a hidden shore. On the land, a group of orcs were wearing clothes made of animal skins, standing there watching the ship getting closer and closer with alert eyes. The leader was an old orc man with eyes surrounded by black cloth strips.

"I still can't understand why those humans wearing masks are willing to help us?" a orc warrior whispered: "Would it be a trap?"

"If those humans really want to be against us, they should do it early when they find the tribe's camp." The old orc's hands stroked the soil on the ground: "And the letters they brought back were indeed from Draenor - the kind of paper pages will only be there in Nagland."

"Look at it quietly, I have a premonition that today is a good day."

When the first small boat was loaded with orcs slowly approaching the shore, the orcs on the land finally let go of their guard and cheered loudly.

"Chief, those humans are right. Orcs are indeed coming down from those ships, and there are more orcs on the deck!"

"Elements have told me." The old orc grinned: "The ancestors bless the tribe with vitality again!"

After dozens of times, the goblin crew finally sent all the orcs to the shore, and Gromash and Kagas had already started chatting with the old orc, Drektal.

"This is the happiest day since I crossed the Dark Gate!" Drektal laughed loudly: "Now we are missing orc warriors like you. With the joining of new members, no matter how much the Alliance army encircles it, there is no need to worry!"

"If those scum dares to come back, then I will let them feel the power of the blood roar!" Gromash said in a deep voice: "Tear them into pieces!"

"I will also let the alliance experience the strength of the Broken Hand Clan." Kagas said gritting his teeth.

"I'm very happy to see you still maintain a high fighting spirit." Drektal nodded and smiled: "But now our strength is far inferior to before. It is the most unwise principle to directly fight head-on with the league."

After saying that, the old orc waved his hand, and the soil on the ground was automatically arranged into a map of an eastern continent: "The alliance's troops are spread throughout the continent, and we must avoid its edge."

However, Gromash and Kagas did not listen to the old orc's words, but said in unison: "The power of element?! Have you mastered the power of element again?!"

"Haha... If there was no help from elements, we would have died in the endless encirclement of human beings." Drektal said with a smile: "After a long attempt, I have gained recognition from the elements of this world - the power of Azeroth is even stronger, and their power is endless."

"Then from now on, the War Song clan will obey your order!" Gromash said in a deep voice. In his opinion, Drektal, who had regained the power of the element, was enough to become the new chief of the tribe!

"The Broken Hand Clan, follow your instructions too!" Kagas also replied.

For a long time afterwards, the orcs of Ultraman continued to absorb prisoners who escaped from the Lordaeron Orc prisoner war camp. Under the leadership of Drektar, the orcs continued to escape the several encirclements of the Lordaeron King Terenas, and they had become a force that cannot be ignored in the Ultraman Mountains!
Chapter completed!