Vanessa didn't even raise her head and asked, "Did York Li explain everything?"
Like a loyal old butler, Johnson said respectfully:
"I promised to protect Liyoke's family, and then he expressed his willingness to cooperate, which coincided with the confession of tribal commissioner Monroe. Liyoke was on an important mission, and his goal was to sow discord between the Alliance and the Draenei. He also confessed
, there are three people in Monroe’s trip, and he doesn’t know the identities of the other two. Their mission is to cooperate with the tribe to do something.”
Vanessa nodded and explained to Robbie: "The Wings of Freedom accidentally caught the tribe's special commissioner Monroe, asked some questions, and then made a trap to have Li York's subordinates assassinate the special commissioner.
The member died in the place where the moon fell, and the lives of Li York and his family were in danger."
"Is the tribe's commissioner so important?" Robbie was puzzled.
After hearing this, Johnson was stunned, with a bitter look on his face, and sighed quietly.
Vanessa suppressed her smile and said seriously: "Jaina gave Prince Anduin a hearthstone, which leads directly to her bedroom."
Robbie had actually heard of this, and there were various versions circulating among adventurers. At that time, Prince Anduin was still a fresh and delicious young lady, and Aunt Jaina was really good at it.
Vanessa snorted, suppressed her laughter, and said as tactfully as possible:
"Jaina taught the prince some knowledge about how to appreciate the inner beauty of an orc woman. Our prince immediately canceled the marriage that he had planned for a long time and determined to marry an orc beauty. King Varian almost killed himself because of this.
Rama.”
Compared to Vanessa's joking tone, Johnson's expression was much bitterer:
"Monroe Doras, the richest man in Camlidor, the daughter of Orgrimmar flight controller Doras, was named the most beautiful woman in Azeroth. She once held a concert in Orgrimmar, which attracted a lot of attention.
Countless heroes bent their backs and vomited incessantly, and the sewers of Orgrimmar were blocked for three months. Prince Anduin fell in love with him at first sight. This time, Monroe secretly acted as a spy in the name of a private meeting with the prince. Although she brought a
An epic fraud orb, but it was still discovered by Wings of Freedom."
So that’s how Alex Barov’s Orb of Deceit came about.
"This is what Monroe wanted to give to Velen." Johnson took out a piece of agreement and handed it to Vanessa. Vanessa glanced at it and handed it to Robbie.
"Anboli Village Demolition Compensation Agreement"
I have to admit that Thrall treated the draenei very generously. Each person was compensated with a large seaside villa, two sets of commercial houses with courtyards, and also came with kobold servants, fishman housekeepers, etc., and a plump bearman maid who specialized in warming beds.
.
But there's a major pitfall.
Only seventy years of use rights.
After seventy years, the draenei in Shadowmoon Valley will be expelled and will have nothing.
For the immortal race, this is tantamount to a disaster.
If there were no Wings of Liberty to block it, would Velen have signed this agreement? It's hard to say, because Robbie doesn't have much confidence in Velen.
Although he is a prophet.
The four Thunder Elephants were hanged, and their bodies were swaying in the wind, which temporarily frightened the adventurers. It can be expected that the atmosphere in the Land of Falling Moon will definitely improve, and the number of crimes committed will be greatly reduced.
Not long after Johnson left, Yrel came to visit and invited Robbie and Vanessa to meet the Prophet Velen.
…
Ashran, Stormshield.
A group of people gathered at the door of Prince Anduin's secret palace. They were all extremely nervous, their faces were ashen, and they were dejected, as if the sky had fallen.
There were sobs coming from inside the door, and I cried so many times that my heart was broken.
This is the cry of Prince Anduin
"How long has this been going on?"
The werewolf priest Udyr, who had just heard the news and came over, asked.
Major Samuelson, who was guarding the door, lamented, showing an expression of pain that was uglier than crying: "It's been three hours, and I'm much better. When I first got the news, I cried in misery."
"Yes, it is a precious and beautiful first love after all."
Werewolf Priest Udyr barely squeezed out two tears and rubbed them hard until his eyes and eye sockets turned red: "His Royal Highness and Miss Monroe fell in love at first sight and were about to compose a perfect love story. I didn't expect it to end like this. What a blessing."
Trick people."
The love between humans and orcs.
In terms of the difficulty and steadfastness of this love, it is much more precious than Ronin and Vereesa Windrunner, Turalyon and Alleria Windrunner.
These two stories of love that transcend race make people talk about it, but what they gain more is envy.
After all, as high elves, the Windrunner sisters have extremely good looks, and no human man would refuse them. Moreover, high elves almost never age, and they remain youthful and beautiful all their lives.
In contrast, the love between Prince Anduin and the female orc Monroe does not focus on appearance, but only on the inside. This is true love.
"Who is the murderer? Has he been caught?" Udyr, the werewolf priest, asked.
"Blessed by the Holy Light, all the murderers have been arrested." The answer was a bearded dwarf, high-ranking priest Rohan, who guided the prince towards the path of priest:
"The four people who committed the crime have been executed. Only one undead thief, Alex Barov, is a descendant of the Barov family and is a follower of the tribal commander Med'an."
The dwarf raised his eyebrows and said with a little pride: "His Royal Highness understands the righteousness and is not blinded by hatred. He just sent someone to send Alex Barov back to the tribe."
Werewolf Priest Udyr nodded and said sincerely: "His Royal Highness has grown up. This is the luck of the Kingdom of Stormwind. He will become a wise king."
Prince Anduin's cronies gathered together, talking in low voices as much as possible, not daring to disturb the grieving Prince, and just waiting for news.
"Actually, that's fine." Werewolf priest Udyr couldn't help but express his thoughts: "The queen of Stormwind Kingdom cannot be an orc."
"Having said that, how can His Royal Highness overcome the sadness in his heart?" Senior Priest Rohan said worriedly: "This is really a great misfortune."
"Good news, good news."
Bishop Farthion of Stormwind City hurried over. He had never smiled so happily. He held a piece of magic cipher text in his hand.
This cipher text travels through space and time and comes from Merry Dongfeng, a human necromancer who has lived for thousands of years and is the master of the savior Med'an.
Bishop Facion had no time to say hello to his colleagues and hurried to see the prince.
"Can it really be resurrected?"
Prince Anduin's eyes were red, and he was holding an orc skull in his hand. Judging from the slender fangs and thin cheeks, it was the skull of a female orc.
There were some scattered bones on the ground. Before presenting these bones to the prince, the confidants carefully cleaned them and added some spices to make them free of any peculiar smell.
Bishop Faxien handed the secret message to the prince. He first made a sad expression, and then said happily: "Master Merry personally promised that as long as the skull is there, there will be absolutely no problem."
"But after resurrection, will she still be my dear Monroe?" Anduin hugged the skull of his beloved tightly, as if embracing the whole world.
Seeing this, Bishop Fa Xien was moved and wiped his tears and said: "Your Highness, please rest assured that Master Merry is extremely accomplished in spiritualism, and he guarantees that there will be no difference between his resurrection and his life."
There was a poster hanging on the wall. It was an orc woman wearing a glorious suit, with a curvy figure, dancing wildly under the bright fireworks. Anduin looked at it in fascination and nodded.
Bishop Faxien quickly collected the scattered bones on the ground, took the skull from the reluctant prince, and carefully placed it into the urn.
"After Monroe was resurrected, he temporarily stayed with Master Merry to learn some spells for self-defense."
Anduin forced himself to return his attention to the present: "I don't want such a tragedy to happen again. Although we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, we can't stop the love between our hearts."
Bishop Fathion nodded in response. Anduin closed his eyes and seemed a little tired. He waved his hand and said, "Let them all disperse. I want to rest."
Seeing that His Highness was safe and sound, the close relatives at the door breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye in twos and threes. Bishop Fasien held the urn in his hands and wondered how to deal with it!
The werewolf Udyr caught up and walked side by side with Bishop Faxion. The two were once close friends of life and death, and they talked about everything.
"I don't believe there is a perfect resurrection technique." The werewolf Udyr doubted: "The undead are the undead, how can they be exactly the same as real people."
"My dear friend." Bishop Faxien said with a smile: "Who said that in order to truly be resurrected, we only need to find a female orc to replace her? Your Highness, like us, is face-blind to orcs."
…
"It's finally over."
Anduin recovered from his painful grief, poured himself a glass of wine, and looked at the coquettish orc woman in the poster, showing disgust from the bottom of his heart.
A mysterious man wearing a hooded cloak walked out of the inner room.
Anduin raised his glass to the man, smiled and said, "Wings of Freedom finally did a good thing for me. I finally don't have to endure the unpleasant body odor. Do you want a drink?"
The mysterious man shook his head and sat down in front of the prince unceremoniously. Although he covered his face, his trembling shoulders revealed his excitement.
"The Wings of Freedom have ruined our business." The mysterious man made a hoarse voice: "The Draenei in Shadowmoon Valley should cooperate with the tribe."
"Don't be excited." Prince Anduin poured a glass of wine for the man with his own hands, showing a sophistication that was not commensurate with his age: "No one in this world knows Prophet Velen better than me. I know his weakness is there. Peace
The pigeon still has a chance.”
The mysterious man raised his head and looked at Anduin expectantly.
Anduin put down his wine glass, tapped his fingers on the table, and said with a relaxed smile: "Prophet Velen is proficient in prophecy, and he can guide the Draenei in many foreseeable visions."
The mysterious man was puzzled and showed a puzzled expression.
"A slightly misleading prophecy is enough to destroy the Draenei, just like they were slaughtered by the orcs. My dear Grand Duke Alpha, this is not difficult for you to do." (To be continued)