Chapter nine hundred and twentieth: the friendliness of the tribe
Since the army rations had been lost and the three armies were exhausted, Woking was in no hurry to rush back to Dragonblight and set up camp nearby for repairs.
Vol'jin, Eitrigg, and the leader of the Silver Crusade, Tirion Fordring, warmly entertained Kits, with Jaina accompanying him.
Among them, Tirion Fordring is the most sincere.
In a large tent, the blazing fire drove away the severe cold outside. After taking a bath, Fording took off his clothes and lay on the dining table, taking the initiative to smear various sauces on his body. Kits looked at it for a moment, and he
I don't quite understand what the custom is.
In the aristocratic circle of Stormwind City, the custom of "female body banquet" was once popular. It was popular for a while, but later gradually declined due to the opposition of the Cathedral of Light.
Kits had seen relevant records when he was studying royal history.
No, if it is a "female body banquet", Fording should not be qualified.
Kits glanced at Jaina, no, no, not Jaina, only Agna, the most beautiful woman in Azeroth, has this qualification.
Jaina rolled her eyes at Kites and verified the effect of this performance art with her own actions. Jaina took out a sharp knife, cut off a thin piece of meat from Fording's thigh, and put it into boiling water.
Medium steamed.
Fording grimaced in pain, but the Holy Light quickly healed his injuries, and no blood flowed out. Kites could only be seen shaking all over, and his face turned pale with fear.
It turns out that the so-called glorious greatness, the spokesperson of the Holy Light, Tirion Fordring, is just the food of the orcs. Soon Kits saw the large pieces of meat being served, and judged from the familiar faces that they were all silver.
Soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army.
Kits' head was buzzing like a swarm of wasps.
The rumors turned out to be true. The seemingly great Silver Crusade was just a meat warehouse for the orcs, a group of walking rations.
Jaina shrugged and said with some disgust: "To be honest, I don't like this bad custom, and I don't like this kind of meat, it's very unpalatable."
Kits felt a little comforted, it seemed that Jaina still had a bottom line.
Just listen to Jaina continue: "What I like is tauren meat, and fat panda meat. In terms of qualifications for military rations, humans are ranked last. They are really useless trash."
Kits was frightened when he heard this, and he got to know Jaina better. The human woman with exquisite makeup in front of him was actually a fear devil with no humanity.
Wojin touched his fangs, cut off a piece of meat and put it directly into his mouth to chew, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty the King, you have seen with your own eyes that the duty of the Silver Northern Expedition is to provide food for the orcs, not to betray half a million humans.
There is a psychological burden, even the great Tirion Fordring is doing this kind of thing, so why should you refuse?"
Fording, who was sweating profusely in pain, forced a smile: "Your Majesty the King, all this is to save Azeroth."
"It makes no sense. They are a group of inhuman beasts. Not even the Burning Legion would do such a thing."
Kits almost got angry, but he knew it would be unwise to get angry at this moment.
Although it is still difficult to accept it in his heart, the strange thing is that after Fording's personal experience, Kits is no longer so resistant. As long as he can successfully return to Stormwind City, it is not impossible to betray half a million humans.
Eitrigg ate the meat and took another sip of wine:
"Your Majesty the King, we orcs are a civilized and kind-hearted race. We will not embarrass you too much. Don't worry, we will never let you hand over half a million humans at once. Just like this battle in Northrend, as long as you
In the name of conquering the Lich King, we sent a human army into Northrend and left the rest to us. No one knows whether they were eaten by the orcs or destroyed by the Scourge. Hehe, the world will still say that you understand your righteousness.
Praise for your greatness."
After hearing this, Kites still resisted a little, but he finally let go of his worries. If this is the case, as long as it is done properly, it will not damage his reputation at all.
Wojin picked up the wine glass and said with a gloomy smile: "Your Majesty the King, as long as our tribe cooperates, you will definitely become the greatest king in human history. Come on, cheers."
Jaina pursed her lips and smiled, also picked up the wine glass and said: "Cheers to a great king."
Fording, who had a piece of meat cut off, also picked up the wine glass: "Your Majesty the King, the opportunity to make great achievements has come. Cheers to Azeroth."
Kits reluctantly picked up the wine glass and could only acquiesce to Wo'jin's proposal. After a glass of wine, it was scalding hot and uncomfortable.
He felt nauseated in his stomach, and he didn't eat a bite of meat. He just watched Vol'jin, Eitrigg and these ferocious beasts munching away.
Vol'jin glanced at Kites, frowned in dissatisfaction, grabbed the battle ax on the side, and chopped off Fording's right hand in one fell swoop.
Fording let out a piercing scream in pain, rolled his eyes and passed out.
Wo'jin pierced Fording's right hand with a dagger, put it on the fire to smoke, smeared some sauce on it, and placed it in front of Kits, showing a man-eating look on his face:
"Your Majesty the King, the tribe is friendly. As long as you eat it, we will be good friends. Otherwise, it will be you at the table. You don't have Fording's Holy Light."
Kits's back felt chilly, and his body felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow. He knew that he could not refuse this gift, otherwise his end would be even more tragic than Fording's.
At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the tent. An orc scout panted and ran into the tent, knelt on the ground and said loudly:
"Oh no, Garrosh's army has already approached our camp."
"What, Garrosh?" Eitrigg hurriedly stood up and said fiercely: "The army rations have been stolen by the Scourge, what else is Garrosh doing?"
Wo'jin glanced at Kites, nodded and said:
"I see, Garrosh is also here for you. Your Majesty the King, you should be lucky that Garrosh didn't catch you, otherwise he would tear you into pieces and eat you, and then hang your head at the door of Orgrimmar.
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Gitus has not forgotten his cooperation with Garrosh. It was Garrosh's help that allowed him to ascend the throne, but by declaring war on the Scourge, Gitus betrayed this alliance.
The ferocious Garrosh will never bypass the betrayer.
Vol'jin left dozens of elite dragon-blooded orcs to guard Kits, and personally led an army to welcome Garrosh's arrival.
Outside the tent were dragon-blooded orcs. The strength of these terrifying beasts was extremely terrifying. Although he had the power of the wolf god, Kits felt that he could deal with a dozen of them, but not if there were more.
If he escaped, he would have a certain chance of success. Unfortunately, the cowardly Kits had already lost confidence and could only wait restlessly in the tent.
After a long time, Fording, who was sitting at the table, slowly opened his eyes.
"Give it to me." Fording pointed to the roasted right hand in front of Kits.
Kits clumsily handed over his right hand, and Fording aligned his right hand with the severed limb. The bright holy light enveloped his right hand, and it didn't take long for it to return to its original state.
Fording sat up and found some clothes to put on, feeling as weak as after a hard battle.
"Fording, do you like this kind of life? Why don't you want to resist? With your ability, you can do it." Kits asked in confusion.
Fording smiled slightly, poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly, regaining some strength:
"Nightwatcher, you have just experienced the cruelty of the world. There is an old saying in my hometown, only after you have endured hardship can you become a great person. All the hardships I have experienced will eventually be transformed into infinite glory. History is certain.