After he was done talking to his father, Lucen called Thrall to his room. It didn't take long for Thrall to arrive.
Seeing Thrall arrive wearing fur clothes and showing off his tattoos made Lucen smile a bit. Even after staying and training with them all these years, the young barbarian remained mostly the same.
"Hey, chief, why did you call me?"
"I'm planning to head to the nearest barbarian tribes and ask them to fight with us."
"Huh?"
"I need your help to tell me how to make that possible."
Thrall, who was confused at first, was now sure of what he heard. Thrall then showed a ferocious smile on his face.
"Hahaha! So you're finally planning on conquering the Tribes chief! So before this Styrhord against twenty thousand will warm up with the tribes."
"Stop!" Lucen raised his hand to stop Thrall from becoming even more excited. "You're mistaken, I don't want to conquer them, I just want them to fight with us in the upcoming Styrhord."
