One hundred and fortieth chapters late at night to envoy
It's June, and the hot weather in Durotan this year has not improved at all. Instead, it has become drier and drier. In addition to the irritating bad weather, a recent piece of bad news that has attracted attention has spread throughout Cali.
In the continent of Mudo, almost every tavern and mercenary club is full of this worrying topic - Ahn'Qiraj bugs
Since the long-lost Moon God Priest reappeared in Cenarion Fortress, all the previous speculations about the bug-men have been basically confirmed, and the victim Priest Natalia also pointed out that this time the bug-man
The counterattack is not as simple as it seems. Under the gloomy ancient city of Ahn'Qiraj, there is even a greater disaster hidden!
Natalia's words quickly spread throughout Kalimdor. If the various previous signs were not enough to expose this conspiracy, then the elves who experienced it personally were the most ready witnesses of the entire incident. In this way,
Not only the Alliance was the first to get the news, but also the tribes who were later became nervous. Orgrimmar and Thunder Bluff were almost filled with the atmosphere of the coming war.
Garthok is the waiter of a tavern in Orgrimmar. Although this orc in his early twenties dreams of becoming a glorious Kor'kron warrior, the paralysis he suffered from his mother's womb left him with a lame leg.
Don't work as a bookkeeper and errand boy in the hotel owned by your uncle.
Even if he cannot become a warrior of the warchief, the young orc boy still admires those veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, especially Uncle Seedorf, the captain of the Kor'kron guard who lives next door. When he comes to the tavern to drink after completing his mission,
When he drinks two cups, it’s the happiest moment of Gasok’s day.
"Hi, Xiao Gasuo, you look good today. It looks like you got a lot of tips again?" The tall orc warrior found a seat in the crowded tavern and sat down. He put his battle ax by his feet and faced him in front of him.
Gasok, who came to greet him, joked
"I think so, Uncle Seedorf!" The young orc took down two glasses of ale from the tray and complained to the orc warrior, "Although there are more people than usual these days, most of them are unlucky.
A country bumpkin who knows the rules will have to bargain for a small glass of liqueur, let alone a tip!"
Seedorf glanced at the crowded and lively tavern. In the not-too-large space, there was almost a mixture of good and bad: not only were there hot-blooded adventurers in tattered clothes, but also powerful mercenaries who occupied a round table, and noisy idlers.
Everyone was bragging to each other, and the prostitutes who sold sex were shuttled among them, bargaining with their patrons for a few copper coins. Although it was already dark, the entire Orgrimmar was still full of vitality.
"They should all be here because of the incident in Silithus..." Seedorf took a sip of wine and said, "The chief has determined that the Northern Expedition will be at the end of the month, but such a big event happened at this time, and the preparations for the Northern Expedition
There is no delay in being ready, so in order to prevent war in Silithus, the war chief can only recruit mercenaries and adventurers from the private sector to make up for the lack of troops."
Gasok nodded as if he understood, and then asked with some confusion: "Uncle, is there any difference between the bugs in Silithus and the bugs here? Why do everyone talk about this topic in such a dignified manner?
It seems quite tricky..."
"Of course it's tricky, little guy," Seedorf patted the other party's head and explained with a smile, "Although they are both bugs, the types of bugs are also very different..." At this time, a moth scurried out.
Entering the room, his wings kept fluttering under the dim light. Seedorf grabbed it in the palm of his hand, pinched the wings and displayed them in front of Gassok.
"Look, these are the bugs of Orgrimmar. They are so weak that we can crush them to death as long as we stretch out our hands, but the bugs of Silithus are very different from them!" Seedorf fumbled around in his arms for a while and took out something.
He took out a dark thing that looked like a walking stick used by an old man, "And this is the limb segment cut off from the Silithus insect... Compare and see how different they are."
Gasok carefully took the stump and looked up and down curiously, while a few mercenaries who heard their conversation came over. When they saw Seedorf dressed as a Kor'kron warrior, they all looked up and down.
Thumb praised him full of praise: "Wow! What a good man. He is worthy of being the personal bodyguard of our war chief. Even the Qiraji are not embarrassed at all!"
The orcs have always respected warriors, and the tauren and trolls who are both tribal races are no exception. Although the drinkers in the hotel come from all over the world, with different appearances and accents, they respect chief guards like Seedorf.
But it's the same
"Hey, of course, you don't see how many scars Uncle Seedorf has on his body. They were all left to protect the chief!" Gasok has always regarded Seedorf as an idol, and he couldn't help but see it.
The outsiders he met also said so. Not only did his impression of these country bumpkins change a bit...it seemed like there were some knowledgeable people among them.
Friendship among the orcs is just that simple. They just chatted with each other for a few words. After a few glasses of wine, the drinkers surrounding Seedorf began to become brothers and chat with the Kor'kron Guard Captain.
The topic also began to turn to the recent situation in Silithus.
"Brother Seedorf, I heard that those bugs have existed on this continent for tens of thousands of years. Isn't that longer than the elves in the north?" A drinker asked with a loud tongue.
Before Seedorf could answer, a troll mercenary next to him said angrily: "What does it mean to have a history longer than the elves? Those bugs and elves are just latecomers! They really occupied Kalimdor back then.
Yes, but the ancestors of our Gurubashi and Amani!"
"Hey, what's the point of having a long history? Now you're not sharing a house with a group of outsiders like us?" An orc next to him couldn't stand the troll's words and couldn't help but mock him, which made the troll's long indigo face
It instantly became like black coal briquettes, and the two sides almost started fighting.
"Okay, everyone, let's drink and drink. A fight won't look good," Seedorf didn't care much about the fight between the two sides. If it weren't for the fact that Gasok's uncle is the owner of the tavern, this Kor'kron guard
The chief will probably be cheering by with a bottle of ale!
"The orcs and trolls are a family, why should they quarrel with each other and let outsiders laugh at them? Listen to me, pick up the wine glass and take a sip, and we will be brothers who depend on each other for life and death again!" Seedorf's words made the drinkers roar with applause.
The two red-faced and thick-necked mercenaries didn't want to disappoint the Kor'kron guards, so they clashed their wine glasses with each other and finished their work amidst the cheers of the crowd, and then nodded to each other.
Then it was all forgotten. Maybe in the next battle, as Seedorf said, they would be brothers of life and death who could give each other's back.
Friendship between men is so simple
After paying the bill, Seedorf, who was a little drunk, staggered out of the tavern. He did not rush back to the house to lie down, but walked to the city gate to blow in the wind. Several city guards had known him for a long time, and Og
Rima has never been like a human curfew, so no one stopped the Kor'kron warrior who was fully armored and carrying a battle axe. Instead, a few familiar guards made fun of him.
"Hey, that drunk cat, if you drink too much, don't throw up at the city gate. You guys are going to stand here for half the night. Don't make us sick all night!"
"Get out of here, you little bastards!" Seedorf scolded with a smile, "When I was drinking, you guys were all wearing crotchless pants and playing in the mud! How dare you teach me a lesson now?"
Several city guards looked at each other and smiled, then came over and hugged the Kor'kron warriors one by one: "What's the matter, how did the errands in Silithus go some time ago? We heard about those druids and bugs
We were fighting so hard that I was afraid that your brother would be killed by accident..."
"What a joke, how could I, Seedorf, die at the hands of those bugs?" the orc warrior spat disdainfully, "I'm telling you brats, I've been in the army for twenty years and I've never seen someone who can take off this eating thing.
opponent!"
Anyway, being on duty at night was boring, so all the soldiers simply sat down in a circle and listened with great interest to Seedorf talking about the train.
"Joking aside, I still have to warn you bastards here, don't look down on the Qiraji just because I said so!" Seedorf's face suddenly became serious, and he said extremely seriously: "My mission this time is relatively important.
It's simple, just cooperate with the druids in the investigation on the periphery, but the bugs on the periphery are also extremely ferocious. I saw with my own eyes a druid who turned into a violent bear and was bitten in two by a big bug. In the end,
Or did we pay the price of four warriors to get it done..."
Seedorf's previous drunken state has disappeared, and his face is obviously cautious: "When I came back from Silithus, Cenarion's troops were already stretched thin. If there were no reinforcements at this time, I guess they would not be able to resist at all.
It won’t be long!”
"Hey, brother, the life and death of those elves is none of our business, why are you so worried?" Seeing the seriousness of what the Kor'kron warrior said, one of the guards said disapprovingly.
Seedorf's eyes widened and he said angrily: "Short-sighted idiot, do you think those insects are satisfied just by getting rid of the elves? Their real target is the entire Kalimdor! If Cenarion's entire army
Destroyed, their next target is obviously Thunder Bluff and Orgrimmar in Kalimdor!"
The city guards looked at each other in confusion, not knowing how to respond: after all, these guys are still big-headed soldiers who only know how to wield swords. They are not at all the same as the Kor'kron warriors at the center of the guard's power, so there are naturally many realms.
Not as good as
Just as the gate of Ogg City fell into silence, the crisp sound of horse hooves made all the orc soldiers straighten up - this tribe rarely uses war horses as mounts, and they will enter the city at this time, unless it is an urgent military matter
It must be an enemy attack with malicious intentions. Every soldier clenched the weapon in his hand.