Thrall was stunned for a moment: "Of course it's the God's Envoy who's here to confirm. Wo'jin, you wouldn't want to commit fraud and make fake Moon God's Hand fragments to deceive the God's Envoy, right?"
Eitrigg faked the power of the tiger and took the opportunity to make a big fuss:
"Wo'jin, I can't believe that you are so resourceful that you would come up with such a weird idea. Do you want to blaspheme the gods?"
Wo'jin stroked the newly installed fangs and whispered: "If you can't get back the fragment of the Moon God's Hand, the pressure on the envoy must be very great."
After hearing this, Thrall and Eitrigg fell into thinking together.
"This is just a temporary measure." Thrall blinked: "It is a grave sin to deceive the gods, unless you are really desperate. Eitrigg, you are responsible for recovering the fragments of the Moon God's Hand from Alessel Sunwatcher, and try your best to
Be polite and don't offend our sponsor."
"Yes, the great savior." Eitrigg accepted the order in a low voice.
Thrall knocked on the table lightly and said: "I can rest assured that Eitrigg will do the work, but I am afraid that Alessel Sunwatcher will not appreciate it. We must make two preparations. Vol'jin, you are responsible for creating the fake Hand of the Moon fragment."
, and reached a consensus with the divine envoy that we must act carefully and not degrade the majesty of my tribe."
Vol'jin secretly shouted that it was unfair.
Although Alessel Sunwatcher's whereabouts are unpredictable, he is only a mortal after all.
Elune, the moon god, is an enigmatic true god. Who knows what punishment will be incurred for blaspheming a god.
But Vol'jin didn't dare to disobey Thrall's order, so he could only agree to it.
Thrall slapped the table and said sinisterly: "Remember, Illidan is our biggest enemy. We must prove Illidan's crime of stealing the fragments. With the help of the moon god, it will be easy to defeat Illidan. You guys hurry up and do it. For
Azeroth."
In Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron stretched after a hard day's work.
Compared to Silvermoon City, which had a population of one million when Anastarian Sunstrider came to power, Silvermoon City now looks like a small village.
At that time, King Anastarian was very leisurely every day. He spent no more than three hours on government affairs and liked to go out to watch plays in the evening.
However, Silver Moon City was managed in an orderly manner by him.
Now, Lor'themar Theron must handle every detail personally.
Busy as hell and getting older day by day, Silver Moon City is still stretched thin and is declining day by day.
A guard walked up to Lor'themar with an expressionless face. Without waiting for his orders, he sat down and looked directly at him.
This is very impolite behavior? Lor'themar suppressed his anger and whispered: "Speak quickly."
The guard took out a tentacle, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
The Relic Society named it the Sounding Worm.
The sounding bug is a relic from the ancient Dark Empire era. Before the Titans arrived? The ancient gods created a glorious civilization.
The guard groaned in pain and twitched constantly, and the sound worm controlled his mouth, tongue and ears. This process was very painful.
Lor'themar picked up the tea cup and drank slowly. After a long time, the guard stopped twitching, revealing a strange look of a cunning philistine.
"Alessir Sunwatcher." Lor'themar curled his lips in displeasure: "Why do you always talk to me in this way?"
The sound-emitting bugs are a pair, and they can hear each other's voices no matter how far apart they are.
"I don't dare to enter Silver Moon City." The guard's eyes wandered randomly and lost focus:
"I just stepped through the city gate? Orcs teleported over directly? Cut off my head and hang it at the city gate."
Lor'themar clasped his hands together: "In this case, why do you spend a lot of wealth to support Thrall? Are you tired of living?"
"Because you are a waste." Alesser controlled the guards and mocked: "You are so incompetent, I can only rely on the power of the tribe to search for the ruins of the Dark Empire everywhere."
The Relic Society is as famous as Ironforge's Explorers Guild, but their focus is different.
The Explorers Association focuses on excavating Titan ruins across Azeroth, and the Relic Society's specialty is exploring the Dark Empire ruins.
Lor'themar said displeasedly: "What if you are just mocking me? Please go back? Don't waste each other's time."
The guard laughed loudly: "What? Lor'themar, you have forgotten who provides food for Silvermoon City. Without my help, all the blood elves will starve to death this winter. Besides betraying the people to Thrall, what else will you do?
What? Trash."
Lor'themar turned red with anger, slapped the table and stood up:
"In this case, there is nothing to talk about. You can take all the food. The people of Silver Moon City would rather starve to death than bow to you."
The guard sneered: "For my own dignity, I would rather let the blood elves become extinct. Lor'themar, do you think I really care about the safety of Silvermoon City? Your threats are meaningless. I support you with food, but I don't want Kyle to
Prince Sars is back, what dignity do you have? In front of Thrall, you are not even as good as a dog."
Lor'themar's face was gloomy, his lips were trembling, and the guard looked at him mockingly: "Lor'themar, you are in danger. If I were you, I would escape from Silvermoon City immediately."
"What do you mean?" Lor'themar asked in confusion.
"Recently, Woking wants to take away one of your eyes, right?" the guard asked with a smile.
"One eye is nothing!" Lor'themar adjusted the blindfold.
The guard smiled evilly: "Your eyes were used in exchange for the fake Eye of Anzu. Vol'jin was supposed to use the Eye of Anzu to make prophecies, but Eitrigg wanted to take the credit for himself, so he proposed to host it.
Thrall agreed to the prophecy ceremony, but for some reason, the fake Eye of Anzu gave the prophecy and pointed the finger directly at me."
Lor'themar knew the whole story and asked in a low voice, "Is it you?"
"I was wronged." The guard was very unhappy: "I guess Eitrigg wants to take this opportunity to steal everything from me. If Eitrigg can't find me, what do you think he will do?"
Lor'themar felt a sense of terror and stood up in horror.
Eitrigg had only one option left, and that was to force Lor'themar to hand over Alessir Sunwatcher.
If this is not possible, with Eitrigg's character, Lor'themar's life will definitely be worse than death.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and another guard ran in in a panic:
"Prince Regent, what's wrong, Lord Eitrigg is here to visit and wants to see you by name."
"What should I do?" Lor'themar was so anxious that he really wanted to kill him.
The guard just looked at him with a smile.
A burst of rapid footsteps came, and it sounded like a large group of orcs. Eitrigg's voice was loud:
"Lor'themar, I know you are here. If you don't hand over Alessel Sunwatcher today, I will eat you one bite at a time."
Lor'themar was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and begged: "Alessel, help me quickly."
The guard sighed and looked at him with pity:
"Listen, Lord Mannoroth of the Abyss is in Orgrimmar, and only he can save you."
The footsteps of the large group of orcs were very close. Lor'themar wiped the sweat from his face:
"What virtue and ability can I have to impress an abyss lord?"
The guard smiled mysteriously: "Just do what you like. I have a good thing that Mannoroth will definitely like."
Lor'themar was overjoyed and hurriedly escaped through the back door to find the Archmage Rommath.
Eitrigg appeared at the door, holding a blood elf girl whose neck was bitten off, and said doubtfully:
"It's true that Lor'themar isn't here. Where did this lowly loser go?"