Although Valeera has a bright future, she is still young after all and her strength is still growing rapidly.
When they infiltrated Ahn'Qiraj before, Valeela and Sharlayan were knocked out by Julian from stealth state.
Julian is a veteran legendary thief, and his understanding of stealth and the ways of shadow is far superior to Valeela's.
The voice that sounded in Valeera's ears before was slightly hoarse and sounded more neutral.
This is Kalimdor, the home of the night elves. Of course, the first thing Sarlayan suspected was the night elves.
But he carefully thought about it and ruled out this possibility. There was no need for the night elves to contact Valeera in such a mysterious way. They could exchange information with her openly.
'Tauren? Furbolg? Or... Satyr?'
There are only a few intelligent races still living in Kalimdor today. Excluding Nagas who cannot enter the desert, the scope of suspects is not large.
Sharlayan: "By the way, do the tauren have thieves?"
[No, can you imagine that group of strong men standing on tiptoes? 】
[Actually, I quite want to play the tauren rogue. 】
As expected, the barrage went off topic again. Sarlayan withdrew his attention, transformed into a panther form and carefully followed the mysterious man and Valeela away from the Twilight's Hammer camp and to a small cave south of the Crystal Valley.
In front of the door.
While letting go of Valeera, the mysterious man consciously took a step back and raised his hands.
Seeing Valeela taking out a dagger and putting on a defensive posture, the mysterious man persuaded her in a friendly tone: "Don't be impulsive. I really have no ill intentions towards you, otherwise you wouldn't be alive now."
Since he showed off his muscles in advance, the mysterious man's words were very convincing. Although Valeera was still a little bit unable to let go, she still put down her weapon for the time being.
"Who are you? Why are you hanging around the Twilight's Hammer camp?"
"This is a long story. Let your companions show up first. If you accidentally step on the trap at the entrance of the cave, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."
'Uh~'
Sarlayan's left front paw, which approached softly, stopped in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.
"To show my sincerity, let me first explain my identity."
The mysterious man pulled down the hood on his head, revealing his green skin and fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.
Valeela's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Orcs!"
"Hey~ I told you not to get excited."
The female orc waved her hand helplessly: "I am indeed half orc, but I don't have a good impression of the tribe."
At this time, the barrage had already identified the female orc.
[Garona Harfoulson, a draenei and orc hybrid, a legendary thief, an assassin trained by the Shadow Council, Gul'dan's sharpest weapon, should be trying to get rid of the Shadow Council's control now. 】
Sharlayan asked doubtfully: "Gul'dan has become cold, hasn't the Shadow Council been destroyed long ago?"
[Gul'dan is indeed gone, but there are still remnants of the Shadow Council. ]
[Not to mention Talon Gorefiend who is talking nonsense in Draenor, the Cho'gall you want to find is also a member of the Shadow Council, and Garona probably came to Silithus to find his whereabouts. 】
Sharlayan: "So what's the conclusion? Is this orc credible?"
[It's hard to say... Garona is not difficult to get along with in her normal state, but she is afraid that the control rune buried in her soul by Gul'dan will suddenly explode. ]
[Gul'dan is dead, Talon Bloodfiend is far away in Draenor, and Cho'gall is the only one who still holds Garona's leash. ]
[I think, at least now you can trust her temporarily.]
[The experience of hybrids among the orcs is far worse than that of high elves.]
[Salayan, as a hybrid, you should have the most say in this matter. Do you think Garona will be loyal to the orcs who abused her since she was a child? 】
Sarlayan's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he released his transformation and revealed his form.
Garona had long known that Valeera had companions covering her nearby, so she was not surprised by Sarlayan's appearance.
She bypassed Valeela, who was still a little wary, and came to the cave door to disarm several of the traps she had set. She politely stretched out her hand to signal Sarlayan to come inside to talk.
Sarlayan was a little confused about Garona's actions: "Why do you think this half-orc's etiquette...is a bit like a human noble?"
[That’s right, Garona once lived in the Kingdom of Stormwind for a period of time, and gained the trust of King Ryan and his wife. 】
[If it weren’t for Gul’dan’s hint implanted in Garona’s soul, she might have become a member of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and King Ryan would not have been assassinated by someone he trusted without any reason. 】
There was a thoughtful look in Sharlayan's eyes: "I have heard this story. It is said that the former king of Stormwind Kingdom, Llane Wrynn, was assassinated by an orc thief. Could this thief be Garona?"
[Correct, but she can’t help herself. 】
[Garona participated in the battle between Khadgar, Lothar and Medivh...or Sargeras' Karazhan battle. She was inspired by Sargeras's spell to control the runes hidden in her soul. She was involuntarily
Under such circumstances, King Ryan was assassinated.]
As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.
Garona has been wandering in the Silithus Desert for more than a month. Due to her special identity, she does not dare to be exposed in front of the Cenarion Council, so she can only search for clues about Cho'gall alone in the wild.
Valeera happened to be alone and sneaked into the Twilight's Hammer camp to look around. Garona wanted to take this opportunity to exchange information with her.
After following Garona into the cave, Sarlayan asked Valeera's condition with his eyes, and she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.
Garona leaned against the mountain wall five steps away from the two of them, looking back and forth between them.
"You two should be high elves from across the sea, right? Why did you travel thousands of miles across the sea to come to this continent?"
"Kalimdor."
"What?"
Sharlayan kindly reminded: "This continent is called Kalimdor. It is one of the oldest place names in Azeroth, meaning the land of eternal starlight."
Garona accepted the words nonchalantly: "Okay, Kalimdor."
"Since we can't fully trust each other yet, I'll keep the story short."
"I want to know what happened in this desert, and what are those purple-skinned elves preparing for?"
"In return, I will tell you the relevant information about the Twilight Hammer. You don't understand Orc language, right? Even if you find the text, you won't be able to read it."
Sarlayan and Valeela looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.
"Yes, but we hope you can explain your identity and position first."
Garona nodded cheerfully and said: "Okay, just let me show my sincerity."
"My name is Garona. I am a hybrid of orcs and draenei. I left the tribe as early as the first war and acted alone. I have no sense of belonging to the tribe."
Valeela was a little curious about the new term she just heard: "Delaenei?"
"Yes, Draenei, Draenor...that is, another intelligent race in the homeland of the orcs."
Garona raised her hand to stop Valeela from continuing to ask questions: "This question has nothing to do with our deal, let's put it aside for now. If there is a chance to cooperate again in the future, I will tell you slowly."
"I've announced my status, it's your turn."
Seeing that Sarlayan had no intention of speaking, Valeera took over the negotiation task skillfully.
"I am Valeera and he is Sharlayan. As you said, we are from Quel'Thalas in the Eastern Kingdom. We are here to participate in the upcoming Battle of Quicksand."
Garona's eyes flashed: "What is the War of Quicksand? What does it have to do with the Twilight Hammer?"
Valeela said with a smile: "Don't worry, intelligence trading is about one-on-one exchange."
"We have already provided some information that you are interested in, now it's up to you to continue to show your sincerity, right?"
Garona laughed and shook her head: "As expected of a high elf with a long lifespan, you can't judge your age by appearance. You look so young, but you are so old-fashioned in your actions. Anyway, I..."
Valli interrupted Garona with a smile: "Please make no mistake, I am not an old monster, I am not even 20 years old yet~"