The alley gradually became quiet, and four orc peons carried away Galaya's body.
"Let you eat secretly, let you eat secretly."
In front of the incinerator, the supervisor beat a hard worker severely.
The hard worker smiled naively and kept putting the raw meat into his mouth.
"A bunch of trash who just can't control their mouths. Lord Eitrigg has long said that orcs can't eat meat and can only live long by eating grass roots. This is called health maintenance. You don't understand."
The land of Durotar is desolate, and even grass roots are difficult to find. In Orgrimmar, countless orcs live in hunger.
The overseer cursed and left. In his room, a pot of golden barbecue had been prepared.
Robbie and Krasus walked into the alley. Robbie bent down and picked up a piece of meat scraps from the ground.
This is Thrall's flesh and blood cut by the soul-blood blade, which contains rich power of holy light and a little bit of death power.
The fusion of Holy Light and the power of death, Robbie frowned, the origin of future Jaina is not simple.
Krasus sighed and said: "It seems that Thrall will be resurrected in the Age of Holy Light. It is hard for me to imagine what disaster he will bring to Azeroth. It is a pity that we are unable to stop Jaina."
Robbie shook his head: "There's no point in stopping Gianna."
Krasus nodded: "Yes, the opponent can travel through the timeline at will and take Thrall's flesh and soul at any time."
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
Robbie took out a space-time beacon and contacted the Eternal Dragon King Mnozdo, and a space-time gate opened in front of the two of them.
At the same time, Archmage Khadgar, Head of State Mal'gok, Anachronos, Durotan, and Prophet Velen met at the inn in Shattrath City.
"Good news. Although millions of orcs were killed, Jaina got nothing. Zangarmarsh is safe." Khadgar looked excited.
Anachronos was a little worried: "Illidan's body has been returned to the Watcher's Cave. We know that he will be resurrected in the future."
Prophet Velen shook his head: "It is useless even if the body is found. We don't know where his soul went."
Durotan reminded: "Velen, you colluded with the Burning Legion. The evidence is conclusive, why don't you plead guilty quickly?"
After being ridiculed for many days, Prophet Velen's face was thick enough and he said calmly:
"Everyone, I think you should know that compared to the Holy Light and the Burning Legion, Azeroth is not strong enough. If you want to survive, you can only use both sides. To put it bluntly, Azeroth cannot do without me.
people."
"But we need to pay a heavy price." Khadgar disagreed.
Velen spoke eloquently: "How can we get the support of these two legions without selling some of our interests? As a weak person, we do not raise weapons to fight, but try our best to survive."
Anachronos' eyelids twitched: "Well said, Velen, but it is meaningless. We will testify against you at the negotiation table in Thunder Bluff."
Viren smiled reluctantly and glanced at everyone:
"Do you really believe that Chen Stormstout can be a savior like Thrall? Stop dreaming, he is just a humble pandaren, food for the orcs. Everyone, you may as well listen to me, no matter how Azeroth changes.
, and can never escape the control of the Holy Light Legion."
Margok said righteously: "Velan, no matter what you say, just wait for the justice."
Velen heard something between the lines. He first faced Khadgar and sneered:
"Khadgar, a priest of the Holy Light Legion, you have received many benefits on the planet Argus."
Facing the confused looks of others, Khadgar smiled faintly: "Being a holy priest is to be the enemy of the Burning Legion."
Velen raised his voice: "Margok, Durotan, you have all been lackeys of the Holy Light Legion. Anachronos, don't think you are innocent. You have long colluded with the Holy Light Legion and want to resurrect you."
Father Nozdormu, everyone, none of us here is clean."
Anachronos winked, and the four of them surrounded Velen in the center.
Velen raised his hands: "Okay, I understand what you are thinking. There is nothing that cannot be traded. Azeroth is coveted by the Holy Light Legion, and the Burning Legion is watching covetously. It is no longer safe, even if it is not for yourself.
,don’t you think about your clan members?”
Mal'gok frowned. The Highmaul ogres had no choice but to settle in Gadgetzan. He asked, "What can you do?"
Velen smiled slightly: "The Draenei wandered in the starry sky and have seen countless civilizations. I know that many planets are suitable for life, and the coordinates are all in my mind. As long as you don't tell the truth, then once Aize
Lars is facing life and death, and I am your last choice."
The four of them looked at each other, and the conditions offered by Viren were so tempting that it was difficult to refuse.
Anaclos said seriously: "Velen, you go out first, and we will discuss it before making a decision."
Viren said confidently: "You will definitely agree."
After a short discussion, the four people reached an agreement and were willing to accept the deal.
To show his sincerity, Velen gave the coordinates of a habitable planet.
Khadgar had learned the knowledge of the Star Mage in Karazhan, and for the time being there was no flaw. The two sides hit it off and reached an agreement.
Anachronos opened the time and space portal, and the five people stepped through the portal and appeared in Thunder Bluff.
I saw that Chen Stormstout and Zhu Talan were in a confrontation, and the two might fight at any time.
Azeroth's famous gold-selling kiln, the bustling Bilgewater Harbor, a filthy scene with feasting and entertainment.
Hidden in the dark alley is the largest private club in Bilgewater Port, where visitors are either rich or noble.
I don’t know when a mysterious human man appeared here.
He is tall and thin, with long black hair and a thick beard, and his eyes are extremely deep, like stars spinning.
Spend money lavishly, spend thousands of dollars, the wine must be the best, the dishes must be the rarest, and the girl must be the most beautiful.
I don’t know why, but this man has a soft spot for orc women, especially light-forged female orcs.
No one knew his origins, and some people with malicious intentions tried to test him, but as a result, he disappeared mysteriously, and neither his body nor his body was found alive.
No matter how the outside world changes, the man has always stayed in the private club, immersed in wine and sex.
On this day, the man hugged the plump orc woman and tasted the fine wine and delicacies, and a crisp and sweet sound came from his ears.
The man was very impatient and ordered everyone to leave with a dark face.
A golden light flashed, and Narukshili appeared in the room. The light flickered on and off, as if he was looking around.
The man raised a glass of wine and said with drunken eyes: "You holy light creatures cannot understand the enjoyment of flesh and blood creatures."
"You are wrong." Xili made a pleasant voice: "Naru has the ability of spiritual resonance and can resonate with flesh and blood creatures. I feel your fatigue and weakness. You are gradually hating this kind of life, just like the
Female orc, you are actually tired of it already."
The man raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly: "It seems that nothing can be hidden from you. The life course of flesh and blood creatures is like this. Farmers work over and over again, craftsmen work hard day after day, and adventurers have long been tired of precarious adventures.
Career, but I have to continue to persist, what can I do? Life is so boring."
"But you are different. You have a choice." Xili said seriously: "Because you are Medivh."