"You look pretty good, you kid from the Cuban family!" Roxas, who was tired of his career, punched his old friend. It looked like he had just returned to Orgrimmar. "You are so busy these days, why are you so busy?"
Do you have time to hang out?”
"What the hell, didn't you see that both of my legs were about to break," the logistics officer complained angrily, "But you, you, have been traveling for two years, making Lord Saurfang think you are
Hang up!"
"Bullshit!" Roxas spat his saliva on the opponent's face and said with a glare, "What I have done in the past few years will scare you to death! Do you know who killed Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire?
Do you know who had Nefarian, the King of Blackstone, beheaded?"
Theracles looked at him with suspicion, frowned and asked, "I don't know, but it's definitely not your boy who did it!"
"Ha! Then you are wrong, little Sera!" The old dog remembered the millennium event, and Roxas did not forget the name the other party gave him just now. "Although the one who killed the two demon kings was not him, the brave man was
My dead brother, isn’t this equivalent to being killed by me?”
"Really? In that case, your brother's mother-in-law should also be considered your mother-in-law?" Seracris' venomous tongue skills were obviously no less than those of his old friends, and he retorted extremely sharply.
"Forget it, Sophie's temper is worse than that of Durotan's wild boar. Only a fool like Regen can bear it. I still want to live for a few more years..." As soon as he mentioned his natural enemy, Roxas' aura immediately increased.
Not as good as before, he curled his lips secretly and said, "To be honest, I can't believe it myself. I just made friends with a group of alliance people in such a muddle. If my uncle finds out, he might give me another beating...
"
Seracris was a little confused and asked puzzledly: "When did you get involved with the Alliance people? And how did the black dragon and the Balrog die? Orgrimmar did not accept anything during this period.
Any news?"
"Hey, it's a long story. I've been living in a dream these past few months. I think the two of us could move a stool and sit at the door for two days without finishing our conversation. I'll tell you more in detail later," Roxas waved his hand.
He said, "By the way, what are you doing here? Didn't you say that the dispatch of the advance army is extremely busy?"
Seracris slapped his head: "Look at my memory. I forget everything when I talk to you... We can't put off this matter any longer!"
"Wait a minute..." Roxas grabbed the orc who was about to walk in. "Why are you going to such a big fight and alert the chief? Report to me first."
Seracris stopped helplessly and said angrily, "What else can there be but buying weapons and ammunition from the goblins! They recently unilaterally terminated the contract with us and increased the prices of vehicles and weapons.
The amount has more than doubled, and they also sent people to urge us to pay off all the previous debts... Damn it, if I can pay off so much money, what the hell do I want to talk to him about!"
"Tch, I thought it was some big deal..." Roxas curled his lips disapprovingly, "You are also a coward. Since you have already signed a contract with those dwarfs, why are you afraid of going back on your word? Even if you go to the war chief.
We can stand up! Those who dare to ask for money without knowing what is right should be whipped!"
"Slap your sister, you're the only one who knows how to do it!" Seracris rolled his eyes, "The goblins have always had a good relationship with us, and they are not the kind of idiots who kill the goose to get the eggs. Don't think about why they do it at this time.
Come to grab our throats?"
"Oh...why exactly?"
"Why else? Apparently they have internal problems!"
Seracris added, "According to what the envoy said, the CEO of Jingtooth City betrayed the Trade Prince. Not only did he defraud a large amount of money, but he also fled with all the supplies in the city. He has not been found yet.
where"
"That's not right. If you only have money and supplies, how far can a skinny goblin carry it? I've already fainted from exhaustion before I even left the city!" Roxas thought for a while and pointed out the unreasonableness in it.
"Even if there are accomplices coming to help, will the traces of the transport vehicle disappear out of thin air?"
“This is also the weirdest part,” Theracris explained. “Trade Prince Gallywix is also a warlock himself, so he is naturally quite good at tracking spells, but when he followed the clues to the crossroads area, he lost it.
The traces of the target have been found, and even the previous rut marks and the smell of the kodo have disappeared!"
"Is there such a strange thing?" Roxas asked in surprise.
The logistics officer nodded: "So I guess there should be an accomplice, and he should be a powerful mage... Looking around the surrounding forces, the most suspicious one is naturally the woman from Theramore, but this matter is very involved.
, I don’t dare to make any opinions, so I can only come and ask the chief for instructions…”
Roxas's heart skipped a beat, and Ragen's face immediately appeared in his mind. Apart from that evil knight, there was no other person who could make Jaina become a thief. But now it seems that Theracres shouldn't be there yet.
Doubt that
"Are you sure... Proudmoor must have done this?" Roxas quickly came up with several lies for Ragen in his mind, and Roxas asked pretending to be suspicious, "Don't forget that the forces of the nearby Grimtotem are also here.
No, I actually set out on my way home a month ago, but I was delayed for a while because of the obstruction of those crazy cows, and I just got home today."
In order to increase the credibility of his words, the orc threw the package on the warg to the other party, "Look, there are thirty-four crazy guys who are coming to seek death. Originally, I was planning to go to Black Cloud Peak to take them all away."
, but I didn’t expect that a strong shaman appeared, and I didn’t bother much after that. I just dealt with him in a few moves and came back.”
Seracles took the package, and after opening it, a fishy smell hit his nostrils. He swatted away the swarming flies in disgust, shook the entire package of cow tails, and nodded thoughtfully: "Well...
It's not impossible for you to say so, but it's hard for me to believe that those fanatical disciples of Magatha would tolerate a goblin. After all, they can't even accept orcs, so how could they instigate a low-level creature with no fighting power at all?
?”
Naturally, Roxas would not let go of a good scapegoat and continued to throw dirty water on the Horror Totem, "That old woman Magatha is not mentally normal. God knows when she gets angry and recruits a goblin to join her gang. It wasn't like that before.
Is there another lunatic explorer who said that he discovered that they were colluding with the undead? I think both parties must be included in the suspect list!"
Theracris didn't hear anything wrong and nodded in response: "Okay, I'll report to the warchief right away. Both Theramore and Thunder Bluff will send people to question!"
"Wait, don't worry," Roxas stopped the other party and said with a 'sincere' look, "The great chief is also worrying about the Northern Expedition during this time. Why should we go there because of something that has not yet been determined?
Why bother him? Why don't you and I take a team of troops to Black Cloud Peak and Theramore to explore the situation, and then leave it to the war chief to make a decision?"
Seracris never expected that his friend would turn his elbows outward and nod without thinking: "Okay, I'll go get ready right away. Don't wait any longer. Wash your face and work hard again. When I get back, I'll invite you to the Boar's Skin for a drink."
"
"Haha, it's a deal!" Roxas said with joy. Of course, it wasn't because of the drink, but because Sera was so easy to deceive. The next step was to think about how to inform Regan to play the double act, or directly
Framed for Grimtotem
However, at this moment, a slightly hoarse voice came from behind him, making the orcs secretly scream: "Where are you two brats going? You didn't even say hello to me when you came back. Do you really want to
Do you want me to announce your death obituary?"
Roxas and Seracris swallowed their saliva together. The former turned his head and said with a flattering expression: "Haha, how dare I, uncle? Didn't I just come home? It would not be good if I saw you covered in dust.
So I plan to wash up before going to visit your old man..."
The gray braids extend from the top of his head to the back of his head. His burly body seems to be slightly taller than Roxas. A pair of bright and wise eyes stare at the two uneasy juniors. The one wearing power armor
The old warrior is naturally the legend of Orgrimmar and the hero of the Horde - Varok Saurfang.
"You two bastards, do you think no one heard what you just said?" Overlord Saurfang walked up to them and slapped each of them, "Now that the Northern Expedition advance army is about to start, weapons and ammunition are the top priority.
Why do you dare to do this to me! Let me warn you two, other matters can indeed be solved with bravery, but diplomacy cannot make people surrender with just two axes!"
Looking at Roxas who kept rubbing his head, Saurfang gave him another slap in the face as if he was annoyed, "Then you are such an idiot! Do you think Theramore is your backyard, where you can come and leave whenever you want? Still!
Go ahead and listen to the situation and then come back and report to the chief...I'm afraid that the chief will only receive your heads by then!"
"This is impossible, uncle..." Roxas wanted to defend, but the old orc's eyes widened, and he quickly lowered his head obediently.
"What's impossible! Although Ms. Proudmoore has a peace agreement with us, there are definitely not a few people under her who hate us! Just the two of you are not enough to warm up others!"
"I have a different opinion, Uncle Varok!" Theracris learned the lesson this time and raised his hand to indicate that he had something to say.
"Say!" Saurfang raised his chin
"Locke and I are not planning to go alone, but to go with our own men... Besides, we are asking to see Master Proudmoore in the form of envoys, so she must not dare to kill so blatantly."
"Huh, naive," a trace of annoyance flashed in the old orc's eyes, as if remembering some unpleasant past events, "Today's Lord Thrall can be said to be a peacemaker? But if the warlord faction under him is too powerful, he will have to temporarily
Submit... Look at the Warsong tribe in Ashenvale. They have been fighting the night elves for more than ten years, but have they ever listened to the warchief's truce order?"
Luksasu and Luksasu were not fools, so they naturally understood the serious relationship between them, so they both fell silent.
"Okay, although you two are a little confused this time, your starting point is still correct." Saurfang realized that the lesson was almost done, and his voice became much more relaxed. "The war chief has been very tired during this period. We really shouldn't
Trouble him with such undetermined matters... In this case, I will personally go with you to Theramore to see who has tricked those goblins!"