Sal's life has experienced countless failures and setbacks, countless births and deaths, and numerous disasters.
This meeting with Doras, the richest man in Kalimdor, was something Thrall never mentioned and kept it secret.
When Eitrigg, the only witness, was occasionally asked about this matter, he would always say with a serious face:
"We don't know either, and we don't dare to ask."
Eitrigg stayed on the deck and waited for the good news. In Eitrigg's view, Thrall, the savior, is the supreme orc warchief. In the entire Azeroth, plus the vast outside world, there is no orc more noble than Thrall.
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Although Doras is known as the Queen of Business, she is just a nouveau riche. Compared with Sal, who comes from an orthodox background and has noble blood, she is simply a step up. This meeting must be a sure bet.
Thrall, the great savior, has no reason why he cannot defeat Doras.
Although Sal has an unspeakable hidden illness, it is nothing at all. The union between Sal and Doras is a political marriage without love at all and with a pure purpose, requiring neither party to pay anything.
It was quiet in the cabin at first, and Eitrigg began to imagine a couple having a tryst by candlelight.
Not long after, there was a "plop-plop" sound, as if heavy objects were constantly hitting the ground, and strange noises were heard. Eitrigg could clearly hear the howls of at least ten races.
Could this be a conspiracy and Thrall was ambushed? Eitrigg was shocked and wanted to rush in to have a look. However, the airship was full of Doras bodyguards, looking at Eitrigg with eager eyes. He did not dare to act rashly.
Not long after, the cabin door opened wide, a gust of wind blew by, and a large pink package was thrown out. Eitrigg looked closely and saw a wriggling creature wrapped in a pink blanket.
At the same time, the orc woman's loud roar came from the cabin: "Get out of here, you useless piece of garbage. It's soiling my bed. I never want to see you, a waste, anymore. There's no good thing from the orcs."
Thrall's clothes were thrown out, and Eitrigg quickly picked them up. At that moment, he saw a huge figure flash past in the cabin. Judging from its size, it looked like a fat ogre.
Sal's face was exposed from the pink blanket, with a look of shame on his face, and he ordered in a low voice: "Go quickly."
Eitrigg quickly picked up Thrall who was wrapped in a blanket. An idea occurred to him. Instead of returning to the group of cronies with Thrall, Eitrigg ran towards the dense forest of the Ghost Coast.
This unintentional move gave Eitrigg room for maneuver and successfully saved his life without being silenced by Thrall.
In the dense forest, Thrall put on his clothes and walked out, sitting side by side with Eitrigg, looking at the deep sea, his face turned deathly gray, with a melancholy look on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Sal rubbed his forehead and asked, "Is there any wine?"
Eitrigg quickly took out a bottle of moonshine wine from his arms and handed it to Thrall.
Sal drank slowly and quickly drank the entire bottle of wine. His face turned red and his complexion became much better.
"I thought that when we met for the first time, we should have a chat, drink tea, talk about the ideals of the orcs, save the world, etc., but..." Thrall looked troubled: "Let's get straight to the point."
Eitrigg was stunned. Could it be that Doras admired Thrall too much and was attracted by Thrall's great personality charm, so he couldn't help but sacrifice himself!
"Dear savior, Doras is just a prostitute, not a powerful warrior. You should be able to refuse." Eitrigg thought of the figure that flashed past like an ogre, and couldn't help but slap him.
Chills.
Thrall gritted his teeth with hatred: "Damn the Dread Lord, he said that he is unparalleled in the world and can conquer a country. His weight is enough to destroy an airship. Of course, this is nothing. The most important thing is that in Doras's bedroom, there are
There are more than thirty faces, including several strong tauren and two strong ogres."
Eitrigg looked at Thrall sympathetically, trying to figure out what happened in the cabin. At the same time, he was suddenly startled and felt cold all over, wondering whether he would be silenced.
Sure enough, Thrall looked at Eitrigg fiercely:
"Old friend Eitrigg, I have always been satisfied with your service, but this matter is related to the reputation of the savior and the life and death of Azeroth. Only the dead can keep secrets."
Eitrigg was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and begged: "Sir, the little one saw nothing and heard nothing. Please spare the little dog's life."
Thrall's face was ferocious, and the power of the elements was brewing in his palms. Eitrigg's mind was racing, and he quickly brushed away countless thoughts and hurriedly said: "Lord Savior, please listen to my last words."
Putting away the power of the elements, Thrall looked at Eitrigg: "For the sake of past friendship, please tell me what last words you have, and I will try my best to help you complete them."
Eitrigg burst into tears and cried: "Great savior, you know that I am very loyal. I always serve you carefully and I don't dare to be careless."
"Of course I understand your loyalty." Sal nodded.
Eitrigg carefully organized his words: "Doras is not a simple girl. If we orcs want to gain a foothold in Kalimdor, we may have to rely on her. If we cannot establish a relationship with her, we will definitely be taken advantage of by villains."
After hearing this, Sal frowned and took a breath. The humiliation he suffered today made him ignore the seriousness of the matter.
The cunning face and powerful figure of King Saurfang appeared in his mind. If King Saurfang wins the favor of Doras, then the position of warchief will inevitably not change hands.
What should we do? Looking at Eitrigg's hesitant expression, Thrall understood that this was a deal: "Okay, I promise you, as long as you are willing to keep the secret, nothing happened."
Eitrigg was very happy, finally escaping the disaster, and hurriedly said: "Great Savior, do you still remember the most beautiful woman of the orcs, Agnar of Nagrand?"
Sal nodded:
"Last time, you kidnapped her secretly and took a piece of her foot skin to use as medicine. You also asked me to cooperate in a play and rescued her. The girl was very grateful to me. I gave her some advice by the way.
The way of the elements."
Eitrigg showed a smart and capable expression: "The unintentional move at the time can finally come in handy now. The orcs living in Nagrand, in addition to marveling at Agna's beauty, are also afraid of a strong orc, Bisaru."
Fal is also very powerful. Coincidentally, he is the son of Grom Hellscream, named Garrosh."
"Garrosh Hellscream!" Thrall rolled his eyes. He looked down on the dog-like Grom Hellscream, and of course he didn't pay much attention to his son, thinking he could be used.
Eitrigg chuckled and said: "Last time we did a show, you rescued Agna. Agna has a special admiration for you. Garrosh and Agna are childhood sweethearts. They grew up together and have a deep relationship. As long as
By controlling Agnar, we can hold Garrosh firmly in our hands and make him willing to do anything."
Thrall's eyes lit up: "I noticed the faces around Doras. There was not a single orc. Garrosh, who is of noble birth and strong, will definitely satisfy her."
"Without further delay, I will rush to Nagrand." Eitrigg said enthusiastically, feeling grateful that he had escaped. (To be continued)