After Eitrigg heard this, he felt proud that the secret passage was finally successful.
According to Thrall's plan, as long as Garrosh is used to "convince" Doras, he will be useless.
After all, Thrall treated Grom Hellscream like a dog. He could hide it for a while, but not forever. Garrosh was always a huge hidden danger.
The elite killers are already ready, and the blades have been quenched with poison. As soon as Garrosh steps off Doras' airship, Eitrigg will give the order, and they will swarm him and cut him into pieces to avoid future troubles.
"But!" Garrosh looked embarrassed and rubbed his hands and said, "Queen Doras is very satisfied with my performance. She asked me to accompany her for a few days, so I can't go back to the Savior."
This was not surprising. Eitrigg could not refute, thinking that looking at this appearance, Garrosh would probably have to become an orc in a few days, so there would be no need for an assassin to take action.
Eitrigg said earnestly: "Personal interests are small, and the overall situation is the most important thing. You must serve Queen Doras well. The life and death of Azeroth depends on you alone."
Garrosh spoke righteously, like a brave warrior who sacrificed his life generously, patting his chest and promising:
"Don't worry, everything is left to me. For Azeroth and for the hope of the savior, I will definitely complete my mission even if I risk my life."
"Okay, okay, the savior has indeed seen you right." Eitrigg barely squeezed out a few tears, pretending to be so excited that his eyes filled with tears. Garrosh walked towards Doras' bedroom without looking back, with such a majestic body.
's tall and straight.
The three airships rose slowly, and Eitrigg stood on the ground, waving goodbye.
After hearing Eitrigg's report, Thrall was overjoyed. Although he failed to get rid of Garrosh and was slightly imperfect, he finally completed his mission. Thrall pondered for a long time and sent Vol'jin to assist Doras and Kalimdor.
Negotiations between ethnic groups.
The Tauren tribe is completely controlled by Doras, so there is no need to persuade Kane and Bloodhoof. The Centaur tribe has always been in a state of division, without a unified leadership. It is difficult to persuade the divided Centaur tribe to crusade against the cavemen.
sky.
The humans of Theramore are Thrall's natural allies. As long as a messenger is sent, Jaina is willing to send reinforcements.
So the main goal is the night elves, how to seduce Malfurion and Tyrande to fight against the cavemen together.
Wojin has already thought of a way, but he lacks a middleman to recommend him.
He boarded Doras's airship in the name of Thrall's envoy. He had already heard about Queen Doras' ridiculous private life, but when she saw the queen with her own eyes, she suddenly doubted her own judgment.
Queen Doras sat in the master's seat, and Garrosh sat beside him in a neither humble nor condescending manner. Vol'jin was sensitive to the fact that something was wrong between the two of them. Their relationship was equal, or Garrosh was more like the master.
"Oops, it seems I seriously underestimated Garrosh. What should I do?"
Wojin saw that something was wrong with the direction of the wind and was immediately on pins and needles. Unfortunately, the surrounding area was heavily guarded and he could no longer escape.
Garrosh looked at Vol'jin with a sullen face and asked, "A sinister troll, Thrall's think tank, can we trust him?"
After hearing this, Wo Jin was so frightened that he might not be able to get out of this door if he didn't think of some way.
Doras said calmly: "The trolls are not trustworthy. They are used to betrayal. Getting rid of Wojin is equivalent to cutting off one of Thrall's arms. Without the advice of this troll, Thrall will have a hard time in the future."
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Wo'jin was so frightened that he sweated. He quickly showed a flattering look and begged: "You two, we have something to discuss. In fact, we can talk about it. I am a troll, not an orc."
Garrosh ignored Vol'jin and just said to Doras: "It's a pity that we have no choice. Only this troll can help me get through this difficulty."
Doras smiled slightly: "Yes, Sal must have deliberately wanted to kill you. The only one who can save your life is this troll. Fortunately, he has the handle in my hand."
After hearing this, Wojin was puzzled. It was the first time he met Doras. How could he have any clues in the hands of Doras?
"Money can communicate with the gods. Even the Loa loves shiny gold coins."
Doras watched Wojin's increasingly ugly face and said with a smile:
"You are the work of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death. I gave him that annoying scale. Bwonsamdi owes me a lot of favors. After all, the gods also need money in many places. I can let him use it at any time.
Take back your life, and he would be happy to make a toy out of your soul and give it to me to pay off the debt."
Wojin's face was pale, and he felt uncomfortable having his lifeline pinched. He hurriedly swore:
"Great Queen Doras, I will protect Garrosh in front of Thrall and prevent him from being harmed. In the future, if I ask for something, I will definitely fulfill it. If I disobey my oath, I will let Bwonsamdi take my soul.
"
"I like to deal with smart people." Doras leaned back and shrugged: "Garrosh, you are safe now. Vol'jin will definitely be able to help you on your way to becoming the orc chief."
Garrosh was so ambitious. Vol'jin almost fainted and secretly wondered what kind of evil idea he had come up with to invite such a dangerous person. However, if you think about it, the orcs were full of internal struggles, which was his chance to rise.
Wojin immediately showed a look of resentment and gritted his teeth and said:
"Thall is cruel and ruthless, killing 300,000 Darkspear trolls, all of whom are my people. I have hated him to death for a long time. I have no choice but to serve him just to protect myself. Garrosh, I support you to become an orc."
The great chief."
Garrosh stood up, looked down at Vol'jin, grinned and said:
"Very good, our cooperation must be very pleasant, now let us solve the problem of the night elves!"
Wo Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as he was still useful, he could survive.
"Arrogance is the biggest weakness of the night elves. As long as I can see Tyrande or Malfurion, I will definitely be able to convince them to send troops." Vol'jin said with great confidence: "After all, the night elves and the trolls are the same.
Source, I can figure out their thoughts."
Speaking of the proud Tyrande, Doras said with an unhappy expression: "Although Tyrande and I are both called the Queen of Kalimdor, she has always looked down upon me. It is difficult to see her, but
The uses of money are endless.”
Vol'jin and Garrosh looked at Doras together, and saw this fat female orc shaking her flesh, with a sense of superiority all over her body, and said with great pride:
"The night elves are not doing well and don't have much money left. They have wanted to repair the Moon Temple a long time ago, but unfortunately they have been short of funds. As long as I come up with a sum of money, Tyrande will have to meet me no matter what."
Darnassus.
Doras claimed to be a devout believer in the Moon God. He not only spent a large sum of gold coins to repair the Moon Temple, but also sent a large number of skilled craftsmen and countless precious building materials.
Although Tyrande was reluctant to do so, she still had to meet this female orc out of courtesy. (To be continued)