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Chapter 231 Grom Hellscream

Looking at the eager eyes of the orcs and night elves, Prell shook his head helplessly and said to Vindinar Broadleaf: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best!"

Vindinar Kuoye didn't speak. He just led the female sentries to collect the corpses of his comrades silently, and then waited for Grom Hellscream and other orcs.

Grom Hellscream looked at Prell and said loudly: "Thank you, thank you for saving my people!" Then he looked at Thrall and asked in unabashed orc language: "Thal

Chief, what are these little dwarfs? Why are they with you?"

Prell raised his head and looked at him: "Hey, Grom. Chief Hellscream, I can understand the orc language. In fact, I can understand the language of any race. We are kobolds. There are some things that Thrall and I have to say.

The chief will talk to you in detail."

Thrall shrugged, Grom laughed, and Prell looked at Wendinar Broadleaf: "So, how did the conflict happen between you and the orcs?"

Wendinar Broadleaf originally didn't want to pay attention to Prell. He felt that he had no right to explain so much to a kobold, but he wanted Preel to try his best to save his companions, so he looked at Grom angrily.

Hellscream: "A few days ago, these beasts entered the eastern part of Ashenvale from Azshara, and then started to cut down the forest with a group of goblins and trolls. Our sentries discovered their destruction of the forest and went to stop it.

But due to the language barrier, those damn goblins didn't know what they said to these beasts. In short, a battle broke out between us.

Yesterday, my mentor, Lord Odanus, received news that these beasts had gone in the direction of Dordaniel's lair, where many druids who had entered the Emerald Dream were sleeping, and there were only a small number of sentry troops responsible for daily operations.

care.

Worried that the Dordanil den would be invaded by these damn beasts, Lord Odanus sent me to lead some people to support us, but we were ambushed by these beasts on the way, and even killed our sisters!"

Prell comforted him a few words, and then looked at Grom Hellscream. Although he didn't know what the strange creature dressed like a birdman said to him, but from his angry eyes, Grom could

It was obvious that the other party did not have anything nice to say.

Prell asked: "So, respected leader Grom Hellscream, can you tell me what happened?"

Grom looked at Sal, and at Sal's signal, he said reluctantly: "We just cut down some trees and wanted to set up camp in the south of the forest, but these, uh, they

It's the elven race, right? These so-called night elves rushed out and stopped our actions.

Anyway, we had a disagreement, so we started fighting. We just cut down some trees. We need to survive in this jungle that blocks the sky, so cutting down some trees is always right, right? "

He said confidently that Prell was a little speechless. Sal asked with concern: "Dear brother, my fleet was washed to the south by the ocean current and docked in a large swamp there, and traces of humans appeared there. I

We went around to inquire about your whereabouts with the assembled tribesmen, and then we met Chief Prell, who guided us to meet you. How are you doing?"

Grom sighed: "We were swept by the ocean currents to the land to the east. On the coast there, we landed with difficulty and were attacked by a group of powerful fish-men. Those fish-like creatures, some of which were women

, their appearance is somewhat similar to these elves. I guess they are the same race as the Nagas we met in the eastern continent.

Due to the constant attacks of Nagas, we gathered all the ships we could find and headed inland, finally getting rid of those damn Nagas. Then we came here on the advice of the goblins.

A forest.

We originally planned to continue southward to look for you and other tribesmen, but as you know, our fleet also has women and children, as well as fellow trolls with their families, so we had to temporarily find a camp in the forest.

Then we got into trouble with these elves!"

He raised the huge battle ax and said: "I have gathered more than 20,000 tribesmen here, including trolls and goblins who followed. I have left some men on the east coast, ready to find and

Pick up other ships that have lost contact.

Now that you are here, these people are left to you! You know, I have never been good at appeasing the people. Now we are severely short of food. At least four to five ships are full of supplies brought by the goblins and trolls.

The ships carrying supplies were capsized by the wind and waves, and the Nagas also attacked two of our cargo ships.

Our people lack food and clothing, so I have to carry out large-scale hunting and felling in the forest. We can't let us starve to death, right?" Grom Hellscream muttered: "In order for us to survive, these elves

They came to stop them out of nowhere, so we can only choose to fight!"

Thrall sighed. He really had no reason to blame Grom. Prell also sighed. There is no absolute right or wrong from both sides. The orcs must survive, and the night elves must survive.

To protect one's homeland is an irreconcilable contradiction.

So he looked at Thrall and said: "Dear Warchief, I think you should return to the camp in the forest and explain to your people everything the prophet told you. I respect any choice of the orcs, and I will give you the best advice possible."

A little suggestion, maybe you can look for a suitable home in the south.

The continent of Kalimdor is very vast. As long as the orcs are willing to coexist harmoniously with the indigenous races, you can always find a new home of your own.

I need to go to the night elves, and we will meet again soon to discuss the important matter of the Burning Legion. I hope you and your people will stand on the side against this threat to the world.

As for the food and supplies your tribe needs, I will help provide you with some. This is our goodwill as an indigenous race!"

Thrall nodded gratefully: "Thank you, Chief Prell. I will continue to stay in this forest these days to restrain my people from continuing to invade the night elves. I am also waiting for your good news!"

So Prell looked at Vendinar Kuoye: "Mr. Vendinar, I request to see Lord Odanus. I have more important things to report to him. The war between you and the orcs here is

, I hope to stop temporarily."

Wendinar Kuoye was immediately furious: "This is impossible! Chief Prell, I am grateful to you for saving my sisters, but it is impossible for us to cease the war!"

Prell sighed. He knew that his face was not big enough, so the weight of his words was not enough, so he whispered: "Archimund of the Burning Legion has been summoned to the Eastern Kingdom. He has destroyed

Dalaran, where do you think their next target will be?"

Vendinar Broadleaf suddenly widened his eyes in fear. Although he has always been very proud and even arrogant, he is not a fool. As a night elf, he has no idea about the big event that happened ten thousand years ago.

Remember it clearly.

"Are you telling the truth?" Wendinar Kuoye's voice was trembling a little. This news was really shocking.

Prell said: "If this news is not false, do you think that I and the leader of the orcs will make a special trip from the Southern Barrens to Ashenvale? It's not like we are here for tourism, right?"

Wendinar Kuoye looked at Prell and felt that the kobold chief he had never liked was not capable of lying on such a big matter, so he nodded with difficulty: "Okay, please come with me.

Go and report to Lord Odanus!"

He looked at the female sentries behind him who were still looking alert and angry, and said: "Let's cease fighting for the time being. Let's go back to the tree dwelling in the forest and follow Lord Odanus' next instructions!"

He was very smart, and did not tell these ordinary female sentries about the Burning Legion, for fear of causing unnecessary panic. Then Vindinar Kuoye wanted to say something to Prell, and Prell said:

"Don't worry, I have explained the situation of Dodaniel's lair to the leader of the orcs, and he promised not to intrude there. I guarantee this as the war chief of Thresh Kingdom!"

Wendinar Kuoye hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. On the other side, Thrall and Grom chatted for a long time. Grom hesitated a little. He raised the battle ax and put it down again. Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Shout: "Chief Prell, I have something to say to you!"

He cast an apologetic look at Thrall and said to Prell: "I heard that you are the warchief of the Kingdom of Thresh, so is the Kingdom of Thresh located in the Stonetalon Mountains? Did you attack a place called Stormwind?

Where does the valley lie and occupy?"

Prell frowned slightly and said: "Yes!" Grom continued: "The goblins who followed us told me that there was a kobold who could use the Holy Light in Kalimdor.

Venture capital firm.

The Venture Capital Company heard that we orcs had traveled across the sea to Kalimdor. Three days ago, a group of goblins who claimed to be representatives of the Venture Capital Company approached me. They expressed their willingness to provide us with a batch of food and weapons as a price.

, we orcs have to launch an attack on the Gale Valley.

To be honest, I originally planned to agree. But the respected goblin Mr. Gazlowe dissuaded me, so I drove the goblins out of the camp. Thank you again for saving my people, and I want to give you a reminder.

Wake up, be careful of venture capital companies, they are already targeting you!"

Prell laughed: "Thank you for the reminder, and thank you Mr. Gazruin. Please tell him that Mr. Gazruin is doing well in the Gale Valley."

He looked at Sal: "Then, respected Chief Sal, let's say goodbye first, and we will meet again soon!"

He thought for a while, walked back to Thrall, and whispered in human language: "Please be sure to take good care of Grom. He is a brave warrior, but sometimes he is too impulsive. Impulsiveness is always bad!

"

Sal glanced at him doubtfully, but nodded solemnly: "I will remember your advice!"

So the two groups of people separated by the small lake in Ashenvale. The night elves and orc warriors expressed hatred in their own way, saying "goodbye"!


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