Eitrigg and Garrosh took a small boat and rushed to the Ghost Coast. The boat was filled with gifts for Doras. Eitrigg was worried that Garrosh had messed up, so he kept imparting experience along the way.
"Ordinary female orcs long for care and care from men. They hope that men's broad arms can protect them from wind and rain and gain a sense of security. For us orcs, men can be cruel, violent, savage, and can beat and scold women at will.
, but you must not be a coward."
"But Doras is different." Eitrigg said as if he knew women very well: "This is an extremely strong woman who does not need the protection of any man. All she needs is to conquer and get pleasure from conquering men."
Garrosh clenched his fists and said provocatively: "I will let her know how powerful the male orc's fists are."
Eitrigg shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, you will mess things up if you do this. Doras can treat the tauren like animals, more cruel than any man. She is just a cannibal in the appearance of a female orc.
magic."
Garrosh muttered unconvinced: "I will solve the problem in my own way."
This was what Eitrigg was most worried about, and he patiently advised: "Garrosh, you are still too young and have insufficient experience with women. Different methods must be adopted for different women. At the beginning, you need to
Cooperate with her, do what she likes, and after thoroughly understanding her, find out her weaknesses, and then dominate her mentally and physically."
Looking at Garrosh's confused eyes, Eitrigg pointed to his head and said: "Use your brain to think. All female orcs are the same and emotionally simple-minded, and Doras is no exception."
, you have to use some techniques tactfully and be good at disguising yourself. You are a smart orc, and I believe you will succeed."
Garrosh lowered his head, seemingly convinced. Eitrigg thought he had succeeded. He didn't know that Garrosh was thinking about how to kill Doras and escape, and how to deal with Thrall's pursuit next.
kill.
Just like last time, three huge airships landed on the coast. Garrosh and Eitrigg boarded the airship. Garrosh, who was taller and stronger than ordinary orcs, immediately attracted attention, and the bodyguards began to search their bodies.
.
"What is this?" asked a bodyguard, holding a magical scroll of Dalaran in his hand.
"This is a gift for Queen Doras, a painting painted by me myself," Garrosh said.
"How interesting, an orc who can draw?"
The guard obviously didn't believe it. He checked the scroll carefully and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he handed it back to Garrosh.
Garrosh secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that half of the success was achieved.
Eitrigg was still waiting outside the door, and Garrosh walked into the cabin of the airship with a scroll in his hand and a resolute face.
The cabin was Queen Doras' bedroom. The first thing that hit her nose was the strong smell of powder. Garrosh frowned in disgust and walked across the pink carpet to the back room of the bedroom.
On an extremely wide and huge bed, lay a fat female orc, about the same size as an ogre. Garrosh was already strong enough among orcs, and this female orc could fit him into it.
Beside the bed, on the carpet, on the sofa, sitting or lying, there were more than thirty men, including ogres, tauren, trolls, goblins, dwarves, etc., all wearing colorful clothes and applying grease.
Pink and heavy makeup.
When the fat female orc saw Garrosh's strong appearance, her eyes immediately lit up, her eyes narrowed into a gap in happiness, she stretched out her right foot and said: "Grom, son of Hellscream, you are very lucky, I allow you
Lick my feet."
Garrosh's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. These more than thirty foreign men must all be the faces of Queen Doras. None of them could hit them. How could Queen Doras be so careless?
The doubts in his heart flashed away, but Garrosh refused to let go of this opportunity. He rushed over and pierced the female orc's eyes with his sharp fangs. Just as the fat female orc was about to make a sound, Garrosh
He held her neck and twisted it violently. Hearing a crisp bone sound, the female orc fell softly to the ground.
Garrosh's movements were so fast, it was like lightning. Before those lazy faces could react, Garrosh quickly took out a dagger from the scroll and flew around them like a butterfly through flowers.
He successfully slit the throats of more than thirty faces, and only had time to let out a few screams before falling to the ground with their eyes open, without alerting the guards outside.
Garrosh stood in a pool of blood, unable to believe that he had succeeded so easily.
It went too smoothly, something was wrong, or this unusually fat female orc was not Queen Doras at all. Garrosh quickly came to the conclusion that no matter what, the assassination had been successful, and the rest was to blame.
Sal.
Garrosh dipped in the blood of the female orc and wrote a line of large words on the carpet:
"No one dares to offend the great savior Thrall!"
Looking at his work with satisfaction, Garrosh now has many choices. He can tear open the teleportation scroll and leave, or he can walk out of the front door openly.
Of course, the best way is to throw the female orc's head away. Although Doras has many bodyguards, they are all seeking money. The owner of the fund is dead, so not many bodyguards may be willing to risk their lives, and it is very likely that they will scatter.
Although it takes some risks, it can hit Thrall as much as possible.
Garrosh cut off the huge head of the female orc. There was movement behind him. It seemed that there was only one person. Garrosh was not afraid. From the sound, he could tell that it was a female orc.
"If I were you, I wouldn't leave this line, it feels like it's trying to cover up."
Garrosh turned around and saw a female orc.
This is a fat female orc, but she is far less exaggerated than the ogre orc on the bed. Her appearance is average, not ugly, but she has an outstanding temperament that covers up her obesity. She has an alternative charm that successfully attracts
To Garrosh.
"If I were you, I wouldn't come out, Queen Doras." Garrosh smiled ferociously: "You are too close to me. At this distance, no one can stop me from killing you."
Doras smiled slightly: "No, I have to stand up. It's not easy to meet a hero who likes me. If I miss it like this, it would be a pity. The orcs need a real leader, but he is not
Sal."
"I am very pleased with your compliment, but it is meaningless." Garrosh fiddled with the dagger in his hand: "You are dead, I will put your head in it and give it to Thrall. I very much look forward to him falling into despair.
look like.”
"Are you doing this to avenge your father?" Doras showed no fear at all and revealed Garrosh's purpose: "You underestimate Thrall too much. You think that if you kill me, he will lose the chieftain."
position?"
Garrosh was stunned for a moment: "Yes, I am not sure of success, but with my ability, I can only go so far, and it will most likely cause trouble for Thrall."
Doras smiled lightly and said: "What if you add my support? With your courage and my wealth and wisdom, Thrall may not be able to defeat us. Drive Thrall from the position of chief and rescue your father.
This is what a hero does."
Garrosh moved slightly after hearing this, and immediately asked: "Then what is the price?" (To be continued)