"But you are still an orc in body and mind, and this cannot be changed." The envoy said solemnly.
Gu Dan shook his head: "I have been harmed by the orcs to this extent, how can I still support the orcs?"
The angel hesitated for a long time: "Moon God Elune hopes that you can rescue Thrall. After all, he is your biological brother."
Gu Dan narrowed his eyes with a funny expression:
"Are you sure Sal is my biological brother? Don't think that this little trick of blood connection can fool me."
"What do you know?" The angel's voice was full of vigilance.
Gudan smiled: "Don't be impatient. I am not interested in knowing your conspiracy. Of course, I will not rescue Sal. No one wants to be a fool."
The messenger's tone became stern: "You have failed Gul'dan's expectations, and you have betrayed the orcs."
Gu Dan looked at the envoy coldly: "What about you? Are you worthy of your people? It can be seen that you are not an orc. I don't understand what qualifications you have to accuse me."
The divine envoy was silent, and after a long while he said: "One last thing, help Thrall obtain the node key."
"What if I refuse?" the envoy asked unhappily.
"Gul'dan, he is still alive." The angel said loudly.
As if Gu Dan was struck by lightning, it took him a long time to squeeze out a sound from between his teeth:
"As you wish, just this once, I hope you keep your promise."
Gudan's mind was very confused. Thinking of the days and nights spent with Guldan, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The angel looked at his back and smiled secretly in his heart:
"You got on our ship, do you still want to leave?"
In the Serpent Temple, Vashj gave Thrall a total of five hundred orcs, as well as the Vol'jin he requested.
Since being captured, Vol'jin's life has been difficult.
Vashj sent him to Underbog, where the swamp lord Muserek kept a group of bears, and Vol'jin was responsible for cleaning up the bears' excrement.
After hearing that Thrall had escaped, Vol'jin waited day and night for the Horde to invade the Serpent Temple. Unfortunately, he never received the news and gradually fell into despair.
In the battle of Panya Reservoir, Wojin took the initiative to fight and killed many adventurers, which was an outstanding achievement.
Wo'jin received a commendation, and was relieved of the dirty work of cleaning up excrement, and was responsible for taking care of the bear's diet and daily life.
However, this kind of life is not what Wo'jin wants. In order to climb up, Wo'jin keeps trying to please Muserek.
It's a pity that Muserek is a stubborn Draenei hunter who only sees the bears and turns a blind eye to Vol'jin's flattery.
Wojin, who had lost hope, gradually became numb, living his life day by day.
Until I got Sal's recommendation.
"Saar, didn't you escape? Why are you still here?"
Wo'jin looked surprised. As smart as he was, he quickly realized that the Thrall outside was fake.
"Tell him softly, I am now the supervisor of Panya Reservoir, and my name is Gudan." Sal whispered.
Vol'jin frowned and asked, "Does Vashj know your true identity?"
Sal looked downcast: "I know, I just didn't make it clear."
Vol'jin couldn't help but sigh. Thinking about the days when the two of them were in Orgrimmar, they were so powerful that they couldn't say the same thing.
At that time, Thrall only ate the heart meat of tauren and pandaren, but now he has to eat smelly clam meat every day.
Sal looked around and asked, "Did you swallow that little snake too?"
Vol'jin nodded.
"I heard it was a troll's spell. Can you find a way to dispel it?" Thrall looked expectant.
Workin paused and said: "The trolls once had a glorious civilization, but many inheritances have disappeared. Snake poison is the famous magic of the dark trolls. Later, you also know that the dark trolls settled near the Well of Eternity.
Affected by the mana of the Well of Eternity, they transformed into the night elves, and they gave up many of the excellent troll inheritances, including snake poison."
"That means you can't handle snake poison, why are you so useless?" Thrall complained dissatisfied.
Vol'jin blushed with shame and defended: "The great moon god Elune must have a way."
Thrall snorted disdainfully: "This is the Outland, not the territory of the moon god Elune. How can I pray to her."
Unable to release Vashj's control, both of them sighed, and Thrall described the node key to the Mana Tomb in detail.
Wo Jin touched his chin and thought seriously for a while:
"If we rob it directly, five hundred orcs may not be enough. I have a good way to get the node key without any effort."
Thrall threatened: "If you don't do your best, we will all die and become ugly Naga women."
"Don't worry, I will do my best." Wojin said mysteriously: "I have reported to you that in order to obtain information, I have established a huge intelligence network in Azeroth."
Shattrath City slums.
Akama has been invited, and the arakkoa Gorol Anzu has big news to announce.
After the last meeting, the slum bosses went around encouraging adventurers to venture into the Mana Tomb, but unfortunately the effect was not good.
In the battle of Panya Reservoir, too many adventurers never returned, which made many people suspicious.
Still in the basement, Golor Ansu announced with great enthusiasm:
"Good news, the leader of the Darkspear trolls, the noble Lord Vol'jin, supports our actions."
"Vol'jin?" Akama asked in surprise: "Wasn't Vol'jin captured together with Thrall, the savior?"
Golor Ansu said in a show off:
"Lord Wo'jin has successfully escaped from the Coilfang Reservoir and is now preparing to rescue the savior Thrall. I have an acquaintance with Wo'jin, and this time I specially sent a letter."
Darkspear Chief Wo'jin, in the eyes of this group of businessmen, is undoubtedly a top dignitary with a distinguished status.
Upon hearing that they had received Wo'jin's support, the vicious slumlords showed excited expressions.
"If we can rescue Thrall, we will gain support and our future will be limitless." The ferocious-looking tiger man shouted.
"Yes, this is an excellent opportunity." The mount businessman Goron said in a cadence: "I am willing to spend all my wealth to support the great savior Thrall."
The one-eyed demon who monopolized the Tears of the Stars chuckled: "The great savior Thrall is so powerful. If I can get close to this big tree and benefit a lot, I am willing to spend all my wealth."
"Okay, I'm also willing to risk all my wealth." The slave merchant ogre kept pounding the table: "If I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I will regret it so much that I can't sleep."
The big guys were noisy and extremely excited, but Xu Ling from the Star Boundary Consortium had a calm expression:
"I hope this operation will be successful. If Thrall's friendship can be gained, the Star Consortium can open up the trade channel to Azeroth."
Akama was amused, he knew Thrall and Vol'jin too well.
If the action fails, that's all. If it succeeds accidentally, none of you here will survive.
Akama had his own plan, stood up and said loudly:
"Everyone, according to the information we the Broken Ones have, there are a large number of Mag'har orcs living in the outer lands, mainly distributed in the Hellfire Peninsula and the mountains of Nagrand. If we can get their help, this can be done."
Golor Ansu frowned and said: "I have dealt with this group of Mag'har orcs. They are terribly stubborn and unwilling to admit that Thrall is the savior."
Akama was well prepared and said with a faint smile: "The Mag'har orcs have a weakness. They believe in their ancestors too much."