"So, the Tara people are not the murderers who massacred Riquan Sentry?"
Hearing Dranos tell what happened, Grandma Gaiaan couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she didn't want to see another war in Nagrand, staining this peaceful land with blood.
"The facts are clear," Roxas replied. "The real murderers are the Broken Ones of the Darkblood tribe. They disguised themselves as Tara people and massacred and looted Sunspring Village in order to provoke us to launch an attack on Tara.
Attack, fortunately Deno saw through these guys' conspiracy in time."
Gaia'an nodded after hearing this, and looked at Regen, who seemed to be as if nothing happened, with a pair of turbid old eyes, "Locke, what are these humans here for? Why do you stay with them?"
"Ah, this is exactly what I want to introduce to my grandmother...the friend of the Alliance," Roxas hurriedly walked over and winked at the knight, "Viscount of Stormwind City, the second commander of the Alliance stationed in Outland, Christian Regan.
General, he is here to resolve the misunderstanding between us and the Tara people."
"Still a high-ranking official..." Gaia'an's wrinkled old face showed no expression, and he just nodded.
"Salute to you, dear lady," Regan bowed slightly to the old orc woman, "I and my colleagues have taken the liberty of coming to your place. Please forgive me for any offense I may have made."
Gaia'an raised his eyes and looked at Regan for a long time before he said, "Are you... all from Azeroth?"
"Exactly," Regan replied, "We were ordered by His Majesty King Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind to come to Outland to fight against the remnants of the Burning Legion and the forces of Illidan the Betrayer. We heard about the conflict between the Tara Breaker and the Mag'har tribe.
There was a risk of misunderstanding, so I came to resolve the conflict."
Gaia'an raised his eyes, looked at Regan for a while and then said: "Since you came here to resolve the conflict, why did the General injure the old woman's tribe as soon as he showed up? Is this how you humans solve problems?"
"Grandma, it was clearly Garrosh who took the lead in the provocation. Otherwise, Regan would not have taken action..." Roxas on the side saw that Gaiaan was still entangled in this issue, so he couldn't help but explain eagerly, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.
He was interrupted by the knight raising his hand
"Thank you for your kindness, Locke," Regan smiled slightly and said to the old orc woman, "But I think Ms. Gaiaan is not unaware of the cause and effect of this matter. She is just worried about our identities..."
Gaia'an's wrinkled bark-like face moved slightly and said: "What you said is true. I really find it hard to believe that you would express any kindness to the orcs who regard them as enemies. Moreover, the Broken Ones and the Alliance are not allies. You guys
What can you get from such a thankless effort?"
"In order to gain their trust," Regan made no secret of his purpose. Seeing some doubts in Gaiaan's eyes, he further explained, "Maybe you haven't received the news yet. The Germans in Azeroth
All the Lenny people have now joined the Alliance, and in order to help their compatriots who are still oppressed in the outer lands, all Alliance armies will try their best to help the Broken ones escape from the slavery of the Burning Legion or Illidan."
"Is that why you came to Nagrand?" Although he didn't completely believe what Regan said, Gaiaan's tone was still a little more relaxed after all.
"That's right," Reagan replied.
"If the facts are as you say, maybe the Mag'har can forgive you for humiliating the Hellscream tribe just now," the old orc woman's face softened, and she turned around tremblingly, "Then please follow me, guests."
"Excuse me." The expression on Regan's face remained unchanged, and he signaled Herod to gather his troops and wait outside. Only Sam Sophie and a few others entered Galadar, and walked towards a large pointed house under the guidance of the old orc woman.
There were many orc children playing and playing on both sides of the village road. When they saw the old grandmother arriving with some "people" they had never seen before, the curious little guys were not afraid of life and started to get around and ask questions. However, their parents hurriedly
He went over and took the children back, looking at the knights and others with vigilant and surprised eyes.
"I didn't expect that we would be treated as monsters sometimes..." Regen laughed softly when he saw this, "Look at these little dolls, do they look like watching long-toothed rats in a zoo?"
Sophie rolled her eyes at him when she heard this: "You are the long-toothed rat, such a disgusting thing... No matter what, I am still a koala!"
"Hmm, Miss Koala, how do you think we should persuade the orc elders to give up the idea of causing trouble for the Broken Ones later?" Regen looked at Gaiaan who was leading the way. The old woman didn't seem to hear them.
discussion, then smiled and asked
"Why, didn't she just say that the misunderstanding has been resolved?" Sophie asked in surprise.
"That's just my grandmother's opinion," Dranos explained. "There are three elders in Mag'har, and Grandma Gaiaan is just one of them. If you want to veto Galadar's decision to use force against Tara,
, you still have to convince at least one of the other two."
Evelin, who had already listened impatiently, snorted: "It's really troublesome, a trap that anyone with a discerning eye can see, are your elders stupid enough to step on it?"
"There's no way," Dranos shrugged. "The reason why rules are rules is that they must be followed by people."
"Tsk, that's a stupid argument..."
"Okay, now is not the time for you to express different opinions," Regan stopped Evelin from continuing to find faults, "Let's take it one step at a time. I also believe that the elders of Galadar are not so dim that they cannot see the stakes.
"
"I hope so..." Dranos smiled helplessly, obviously not possessing the optimistic spirit of a knight. After all, some people in his tribe have the same position as the Young Faction in Azeroth. They are nothing but hatred for the Alliance's intention to use them.
The stupid idea of war to regain their original honor, asking them to give up this hard-earned war opportunity is tantamount to playing tricks on a cow.
Soon, everyone followed Gaiaan into the large pointed house in the village, where the Galadar Council of Elders was held. There were already many orcs sitting and waiting. It seemed that the Mag'han were already prepared for the negotiation.
Being prepared made Lei Gen feel a little more relaxed, and he was more confident about persuading them.
"Please take a seat, guests from far away." Gaiaan sat down on the carpet in the center of the house. Next to him were two old male orcs with white hair and beards. They must be the other two of the three elders.
"Thank you very much." Regen and everyone sat down one after another. Speaking of which, Mag'han people rarely use chairs like humans. Their seats are basically made of wool felt rugs. Although it is inevitable to feel a little awkward when you first contact them, after sitting for a long time, you will feel comfortable.
Gradually I got used to it
Seeing everyone sitting peacefully, Gaiaan went straight to the point and said: "General Regan, regarding the Riquan massacre, our clan has already discussed and decided on a countermeasure. Logically speaking, it will never be changed..."
"But unfortunately, your arrival and Deno's witness forced us to suspend the execution of the plan. In other words, your behavior has already questioned the decision-making of the Presbyterian Church. According to our tradition, you and
Deno must convince two of our three elders so that Garadar will cease its military campaign against Tara."
Dranos blinked innocently: "Do you have to count me, Grandma?"
"Of course! You are an important witness, do you still want to stay out of the matter?" Gaia'an smiled, "Then you two, please start."
—————————————————————————— “Blood and thunder!”
"Crack!"
The orc warriors on both sides of the road stood in awe, holding their weapons in front of their chests, and saluted the shaman who was slowly walking by with awe in their eyes.
There is a dented pure black battle plate armor on the back, as well as a war hammer of destruction with thunderous sparks from time to time. Everything shows the identity of the orc in front of him - the chief of the tribe, the leader of the orcs in Azeroth, Thrall.
"See the great chief!" Nazgu bowed slightly, "All the soldiers in Salma, as well as the advance army of the tribe, extend their highest respect to you!"
Thrall nodded and said: "Thank you for your hard work. The tribe can gain a foothold in Hellfire Peninsula so quickly. All this is inseparable from your efforts!"
"Everything is for the tribe!" Nazuku beat his chest and said with some pride, "Now the demons on the peninsula have been basically eliminated, and the evil orcs have been destroyed in the encirclement and suppression more than a month ago, except for the southern ones.
The Honor Keep is still an eyesore, but we have been able to plant the Horde's battle flag at the edge of Zangarmarsh!"
Thrall smiled approvingly: "I'm very happy to hear such exciting news just after I stepped out of the portal. However, the celebration banquet to reward you and General Salma may have to be postponed for a while... because there are more important things now.
Things need to be dealt with.”
"Something more important?" Nazuku was slightly unhappy when he heard the words, thinking what could be more important than military affairs? But since it was said by the chief himself, it must be a serious matter, so he nodded reluctantly.
understand
"Why, you feel unhappy?" Thrall saw the difference in the expression of his old subordinate, so he smiled and said, "Don't whisper, this matter is more important than the government affairs of Orgrimmar, I
I also dropped all the things I was doing and hurried here!"
Nazgu was surprised: "May I ask the chief, what is so important?"
Thrall glanced at him and said calmly: "Didn't Locke ask you for permission to go to Nagrand before? Just yesterday, he used the communication crystal to report to me the situation of the Mag'har tribe there.
, it seems that our tribe has encountered some trouble in the outer realm, and Locke feels it is necessary to bring this powerful force into the tribe, so I hope I can come here in person!"
"Locke!" Nazgu frowned unnoticed. Although the deputy commander has the power to directly report the situation to the chief at specific times, bypassing his immediate superior, this approach is obviously obvious to the conceited Wolf Cavalry General.
It was an obvious distrust, so Nazuku felt unhappy in his heart.
"Without further ado, let's set off right now," Thrall didn't notice the look on his old subordinate's face and climbed onto the warg and said, "Blessed by our ancestors, I hope everything goes well!"