When they saw the purple-red robe fabric on the tray, the girls around McDonald didn't react at all. After seeing McDonald glance at Kalia with surprise and excitement...
Alas! Everyone who understands understands!
In fact, after the Alliance killed the insect leader in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, they discovered the same style of robes in the collection. They were the blue-green [Patron Saint Robe] and the khaki [Combat Guard Robe].
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However, Master Fa looks ugly in this thing, and Sister Fa, who is not shameless enough, dare not wear it.
Kalia had a set of [Robes of Ronin] before because she had so many, so naturally it was hard for her to compete with other sisters. In the end, Calpurnia and Solanlian were forced to do so reluctantly.
Each took one piece.
[Quicksand Robe] certainly provides a powerful increase in attributes, but it is mostly used for...ahem!
It's embarrassing to take it in public, but it's another matter if the tribe designates tribute to Kalia.
At a glance, it was clear that Thrall had done his homework a long time ago and knew about the tangled relationship between McDonald and Kaliya. They were childhood sweethearts, but they could never get married because of Terenas's harm to the Eastern Kingdom.
Only then did he come up with the magical idea of borrowing flowers to pay homage to Buddha.
It should be said that Thrall should have reached the position of chief at such a young age, with all his talents in "Emotional Intelligence" and "Brotherhood"!
Even if McDonald knew Sal's intentions, he couldn't feel disgusted and could only sigh.
"Great Chief, this gift is too valuable!"
Thrall grinned: "The tribe doesn't have a suitable female archmage, so just treat it as a witness of friendship. Even if it's temporary."
Sal is so enlightened, what else can McDonald say?
"Okay! The Alliance can't be too stingy." Glancing at Thrall's marine suit, McDonald snapped his fingers: "Come here, bring me an [Extermination Breastplate] for the Warchief."
[Extinction Breastplate] The top equipment for violent warfare at this stage. No matter what, it is a hundred times better than Thrall's poor blue equipment.
The dignified chief of the tribe, there is no reason to prevent war, right?
With the size of the short handle of [Doomhammer], it is useless as a weapon in combat.
This time it was Sal's turn and he couldn't stand it anymore. He really wanted to do it without bragging.
Just by looking at the aura of power overflowing from this epic breastplate, he knew that the value of this thing was definitely higher than the gift he gave him.
What he sent was what the tribe didn't need, and what the alliance sent was what he urgently needed. The two had to decide the difference between them.
Of course, this is also in line with the current strength ratio between the Horde and the Alliance. In front of you is a famous big dog in the world. If you don't kill him, I would be really sorry for myself.
After a brief moment of confusion, Sal said calmly: "Since it is the alliance leader's kindness, I happily accept it."
With a good start, the two shook hands happily.
cough!
Although McDonald's has grown to almost 1.90 meters now, compared with Sal, who is 2.5 meters tall, he looks like a loser.
It doesn't matter, at least at this moment, as long as Mai wants to, he can physically make Thrall one meter shorter at any time.
The two parties sat down at a round table less than two meters in diameter. This style of painting made Sal feel inexplicably comfortable.
It's not the tall rectangular table like that of the old aristocrats. It has the feeling of clearly distinguishing the host and guest, and even rejecting people thousands of miles away. It's quite bad.
Thrall's opening remarks: "The evil undead are the enemies of all the living. The Scourge has brought extremely painful scars to us all. I propose that the Horde and the Alliance join forces again, put aside all disputes for the time being, and prioritize the elimination of the invading flying air."
Fortress Naxxramas."
“Totally agree!”
To be honest, semi-retired bosses were killed on both sides, and with the same interests, there is nothing to talk about in the general direction.
The content of the talks between the top leaders of both sides can be said to be amicable.
People who don't know about it will not feel that the two sides were life-and-death enemies once upon a time, and that fierce wars will break out in the future.
Sal coming in person shows sincerity. Since McDonald accepted it, the rest will be left to the deputies to negotiate.
It's just that the tribe is weak and wants to rob the Alliance of supplies and military rations for free. The Alliance is a landowner with no surplus food, so they won't give it to them if they can.
In the afternoon, the two parties in the meeting had turned into Vol'jin and a few blood elves, and the alliance diplomats headed by Lor'themar and Darion fired dynamic death rays into their eyes, quarreled with each other, spat at each other, and then continued after the spraying.
Sit down and talk, and if you don't like it, keep talking.
Even the two parties involved never thought that they would sit on deck chairs under parasols and enjoy the sea view in the summer and sea breeze.
This is a small fjord intentionally left empty by Fenner Golden Sword, with towering sand dunes on both sides of the horizon.
The dunes are covered with neat tropical plants, such as coconut trees. If you don't look carefully, you can't even see the turret behind the dunes.
Behind, the towering city wall is also blocked by sand dunes, and all that can be seen is a row of tropical-style wooden houses by the sea.
Sal finally let go. He wore a pair of big pants, leaned on a sturdy special reclining chair, and held his head in his hands: "Oh, I really didn't know that there is such a beautiful place in the world."
"The world is a big place, and if you have the chance, it's best to walk around."
"If there is a chance..." Thrall suddenly said bitterly, and an impulse surged up in his heart for no reason: "If...if the Alliance and the Horde are no longer in conflict..."
Sal actually said this, which made McDonald stunned for a moment.
Damn it, if there was no orc invasion back then, where would the alliance come from?
As soon as I thought about it, when I thought of Thrall's experience in this life, McDonald realized something. After all, Thrall was a good man, and he did not personally participate in the several battles when the orcs invaded the Alliance. After all, he lacked experience of the bloody cruelty of these battles.
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Interestingly, Sal is actually a bit of an idealist?
If the Alliance and the Horde stop fighting in the next generation and go through a long period of time, they may really forget the harm they caused to each other.
Unfortunately, this assumption is destined to be impossible to establish.
"Azeroth is big, but it's too small for giant organizations like the Alliance and Horde."
Sal was stunned for a moment, and then he was relieved: "Yes!"
At this point, no one can abandon their martial arts, leave the fate of the race in the hands of other races, stretch their necks to other people's swords, and then long for the other party to have an infinite sense of justice and endless mercy.
Without saying anything, McDonald clinked the Lordaeron rice wine in his hand with the orc special brew in Thrall's hand.
Who knows, Thrall suddenly said: "Are there more terrible beings in this world who hate each other more than us? I heard that there is more than one ancient god. Are there four elemental lords like Ragnaros?"
Congratulations, blind student, you have found Hua Dian again.
McDonald's balls hurt when he heard it.
Damn it! Isn’t this Thrall too smart?
He stretched out his middle finger and touched the sunglasses on his cheek: "Don't worry! If the alliance can kill the first elemental lord and destroy the first ancient god, it can take care of the second, third, and last one."
Thrall did not deny it, but raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and once again reached out and handed over the large cup filled with wine by the attendant: "Cheers to the peace of Azeroth."
What else could McDonald do? He rolled his eyes and clinked glasses with Thrall: "For Azeroth!"
