The arakkoa noble responsible for welcoming guests showed a mysterious smile:
"You are Vol'jin, son of Sen'jin and leader of the Darkspear Trolls. In order to win the favor of the savior Thrall, you betrayed three hundred thousand Darkspear tribesmen."
Wo'jin's face darkened. He actually knew everything. He gritted his teeth and said, "I kept the Darkspear troll from the hands of the orcs."
The arakkoa noble shrugged and said: "Everyone is dead, so what's the use of leaving a false name."
"Then do you know who I am?" Kane asked unconvinced.
The arakkoa noble said politely: "Kane Bloodhoof, the tauren chief of Thunder Bluff, you gave your tribe to the orcs to serve as military rations, and the tauren were able to gain a seat in the tribe."
Kane smiled naively: "The world doesn't understand my good intentions. Since the rise of the orcs, many races have been destroyed, but I have contributed a lot to saving the tauren clan."
The arakkoa noble smiled politely and led the way.
Along the way, there were gorgeously dressed arakkoa people everywhere, and everyone had a smile on their face.
There was only one person with a different expression, Reshad, the man hiding the scroll, who carefully hid in the corner and forced out an awkward smile, which was uglier than crying.
Vol'jin saw the clues and said to the arakkoa noble: "I saw a friend, can I go and say hello?"
The Crow noble said: "Of course, you are a distinguished guest, not a prisoner. You can do whatever you want."
The three of them came to Reshad. Reshad stood up in shock. Seeing the arakkoa noble standing far away, he asked in a low voice:
"What are you all doing? How did you become like this?"
Wo'jin secretly thought: I haven't asked yet, but you asked me right away.
"What happened?" Vol'jin asked, pointing to the gorgeously dressed arakkoa around him.
Reshad looked decadent: "Scettis must maintain a certain number of living people, otherwise the Shadow Gate will be opened and Terokk will return from the world of death."
"What impact will it have?" Grivolta asked uneasily.
"I don't know." Reshad shook his head repeatedly: "This kind of thing has not happened for hundreds of years. There are only a few words recorded in ancient books. Remember, at the following banquet, you are not allowed to eat anything, and you are not allowed to drink wine. There is no crow.
When a woman invites you to dance, you must refuse. When I give you gold and silver, you must not accept. I only want one thing, and that is the Eye of Ansu."
"Do we have a chance to get the Eye of Anzu?" Vol'jin asked in surprise.
Reshad nodded and lowered his voice:
"According to ancient records, if you refuse everything? Terokk will ask you what you want. If you ask for the Eye of Anzu at this time, Terokk's expression will become ugly, and he will try his best to shirk it. You
We must persist? If we get the Eye of Anzu, we will be free. Otherwise, we can only get lost in this world of shadows, wearing a false smile like these arakkoa, and live like a zombie."
After a pause, Reshad warned: "Remember? You only have one chance. After tonight, everything will be irreversible."
Is Vol'jin dubious? Cairne Bloodhoof is thinking, and Griffota's expression is solemn.
Following the arakkoa nobles, the three came to Sethekk Hall.
The atmosphere here is the most lively.
There is a gorgeous bed on the high steps. Sitting there is a sturdy arakkoa with unusually bright feathers, with an intoxicating smile on his mouth.
Below is the guest's seat. There are gorgeous blankets on the floor, and various strange creatures are lying on them.
Crow maids shuttled between the banquets, bringing all kinds of exquisite food and luxurious wine.
As soon as he entered the hall, Wojin had no time to appreciate the gorgeous furnishings. His face turned pale and his legs became weak.
"All spirits above, please grant me courage." Wojin clasped his hands and prayed secretly.
It's not that Wo'jin lacks courage, it's just that he saw some familiar people.
Reclining on the blanket on the left was a skinny troll, holding a wine glass high and shouting something, his treacherous expression exactly the same as before.
The former chief of the Darkspear Tribe, Sen'jin.
To Sen'jin's right, a fierce-looking orc was tearing into pieces of barbecue, with a cruel smile on his face.
Vol'jin didn't recognize him, but he was very familiar with the black armor on his body, which betrayed his identity, Orgrim Doomhammer.
Behind Orgrim, a disheveled orc hugged the arakkoa woman, grinning widely, and kept putting roasted meat into his mouth.
Vol'jin has seen this orc many times, Grom Hellscream, whom Thrall treated as a dog.
On the right hand side of the blanket sits an old human man wearing golden armor, laughing arrogantly while pouring wine into his mouth.
Uther the Lightbringer, Vol'jin has seen his portrait.
Next to Uther, the old man wearing a crown laughed so hard that tears came out, and he almost dipped his head into the wine glass.
Thrall cut off his head without hesitation, and the crown became Thrall's collection.
It was King Terenas of Lordaeron.
Wojin staggered and bit his lip to make sure he was not in a dream.
Kane Bloodhoof, who was looking at the side, couldn't help but step back little by little, with a look of horror on his face.
Following Kane's horrified gaze, Vol'jin saw an old tauren holding a jar of wine and grinning widely.
"He is my father, why is he here?" Kane whispered.
Next to Kane's father was a sturdy centaur, chewing on juicy roast meat covered with honey.
"He is the leader of the Kokal Centaur. When my father was alive, the Kokal Centaur was an ally of Thunder Bluff." Kane's face turned pale, and he paused and said, "Later, I tricked him and his four sons into going to Thunder Bluff.
, peeled off their skins and made a tent.”
The arakkoa nobles signaled with their eyes. Vol'jin and Kane came to the steps bravely, but Grivolta looked relaxed.
The brightly furred Emperor Terok picked up his wine glass and looked at the three of them seriously:
"Look who is here, my most distinguished guests. You helped me return from the Shadow Kingdom. In that lonely world, we were bored to death. You brought us fun, and I must reward you."
There was a loud bang, and a tiger man burst his belly, and the food in his belly sprayed all over the floor.
Emperor Terokk held his belly and laughed: "The Arrogant King Kalash, he always likes to do things."
The maid hurriedly cleaned up the mess and put on a new blanket.
The arrogant king Kalash was carried down by the guards in a hurry. He returned a short time later with a flat stomach and was still eating and drinking without restraint.
Terokk said with a smile: "This is how we eat and drink every day. People come and prepare food for our distinguished guests."
The arakkoa maid brought three blankets and tender and juicy roast meat.
Wo'jin and Kane suddenly felt unbearably hungry, as if they hadn't eaten for a month, and couldn't help but pick up the barbecue.
Grivolta secretly nudged Vol'jin with his elbow, kicked Kane secretly, and uncovered a corner of the roast to show them.
The outside of the golden jade was rotten, and the inside of the golden barbecue was crawling with black maggots.
Of course you can't eat such barbecue. Wojin suppressed his hunger and said politely:
"Respectfully, Emperor Terokk, we were full before we came here, and we really have no appetite."
Emperor Terokk raised his eyebrows in surprise, and smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, we have good wine to moisten your throat."
The maid brought three jars of fine wine and poured a glass for each of the three of them.
Wo'jin and Kane's mouths suddenly went dry, and smoke rose from their throats. The aroma of the wine tempted them.