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Chapter 1121 Play!can play
When Go'el left Stonetalon Mountain in a hurry and rushed all the way to the Warsong Logging Camp in the east of Ashenvale, the most urgent stage of the situation was already over.

The demon army led by Mannoroth retreated into the canyon in embarrassment, and the excited Warsong clan was also controlled by the various coalition forces that arrived successively.

However, due to the heavy dose of relapse not long ago, the captured Warsong orcs are still in a state of excitement.

Mrs. Salayan, who is recuperating his body and capturing the inspiration for a breakthrough, is furious because he thinks these guys are too stinky and the movement they made.

Based on the idea of ​​fighting bad smell with bad smell, and fighting poison with poison, he ordered Varok to lead the people to gag the mouths of the group that screamed the loudest.

They used the rags and socks that their orc compatriots had soaked in the smell after a bloody and sweaty war. That taste... at least Sharlayan would never try it himself.

When Goel arrived at the Warsong lumber camp in a rage, the first thing he saw was the Warsong orc captive who was hung in front of the camp to breathe, rolled his eyes from the stinky socks, and no longer had the strength to swear.

"This is……"

Goyle, who was originally angry, was taken aback when he saw this strange scene, and immediately after him, he smelled a very strong and familiar smell.

Since being appointed by Orgrim as the new chief of the tribe, as a heterogeneous being raised by humans, Goel has been eating and sharing with the orc veterans for a long time in order to shorten the relationship with his compatriots as soon as possible. live.

In the military camp, he has long been used to the male stench caused by the excessive secretion of male hormones, but such a close contact, and seeing those things appear in people's mouths with his own eyes... still let Gouel Physical discomfort and some nausea.

Varok, who came out of the camp to greet the great chief when he heard the return of the chief, spread his hands with a wry smile: "This is the Duke of Deep Shadow's decision. He thinks these guys are too noisy, so hang them outside the camp to 'calm down'."

Goel was a little bit dumbfounded about Salayan's bad taste, and since he didn't understand the specific situation, he couldn't say much right now.

"Varok, what's going on?"

"Didn't I let the Warsong clan come to Ashenvale to log? How could they have something to do with the blood of the devil again?"

"Saurfang's High Overseer doesn't understand the full picture of events."

Sharlayan, who had basically recovered, also heard the news of Goel's return, and followed the orc commander who came to meet him earlier and came to Goel.

"Sit down in the advanced camp and let me explain in detail."

……

"So that's how it is..."

After listening to Sharlayan's replay description of the whole incident, Goyle rubbed his brows with a headache.

"It's my responsibility. I didn't find out the ownership of the Ashenvale forest in advance. This led to the conflict with the night elves that shouldn't have happened, and then triggered a series of subsequent events."

"You can't say that."

Sharlayan patted Goel's shoulder comfortingly: "No one can predict foresight. After finally crossing the sea storm to a completely unfamiliar continent, it is the most basic common sense to first collect materials to build camps and fortifications."

Because the construction technology has not yet developed enough, the orcs can only use wood to build camps, but the red land of Durotar they landed on is extremely barren.

Under the threat of the Burning Legion attacking at any time, Go'el, who was eager to gain a firm foothold in Kalimdor, would naturally explore the surroundings, looking for enough wood to arm his people.

Although Goel sent two groups of scouts to explore, the vegetation coverage in the Barrens was no better than that of Durotar, and only the scouts who went north could bring back good news.

No matter whether the orcs choose to enter Azshara or Ashenvale, there will be no essential difference in the final result, because the conflict between survival needs and nature-loving night elves is inevitable.

Unless, someone can build a bridge between the two before the two parties come into contact.

But this person went to another place to deal with other equally important things because of the orc and the troll's voyage delay.

All sorts of coincidences led to the warsong clan, the most warlike clan, fighting the night elves who came to ask for their crimes without dialogue and negotiation.

"Things have already happened, and there is no point in pursuing accountability now."

Sarlayan sternly said to Gouel, who has grown a lot in the past few years, but is still a little immature: "The current focus is how to arrange follow-up matters."

"The negotiation and communication with the night elves, and the disposition of the Warsong clan who acted without authorization, all of these require you, the great chief, to make up your own mind."

Goel smiled wryly and shook his head: "Not long ago, I met the High Priest of Whispering Wind of the Night Elf family at the Prophet of Stonetalon Mountain."

"Unfortunately, there are also some problems within the night elves, and they may not have time to negotiate with the tribe at this moment."

"Not necessarily."

Sharlayan explained with a smile: "Tyrande Whisperwind is indeed the top elf of the night elves, but he is only one of them, and he is not the one with the highest status."

"If you trust me, focus on dealing with the Warsong clan's problems first, and I will build a channel for peaceful dialogue between the orcs and the night elves."

Goyle gave the answer without hesitation: "Of course I would like to believe you. If it wasn't for your help, Taresa and I would not have been able to escape Dunholde Castle, and the series of adventures that followed would naturally be impossible." Let's talk about it."

"As for the Warsong clan..."

Mentioning the group of single-minded battle madmen, Goyle patted his forehead with a headache: "To be honest, I don't know how to purify the blood of demons in their bodies. I'm afraid the spells of the shamans alone will not be enough. Missed."

"I may be able to offer some help on this point."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the tent where Sharlayan and Goel were talking privately.

At the same time, Brooks and Valeera, who were guarding the door, pulled out their weapons at the same time and aimed at the hooded mysterious man who had just landed in the form of a crow and turned into a human form.

...Of course, Valeera's reaction was acting, she already knew who it was.

However, in order to prevent Goel from having the bad feeling that his life had already been arranged, Sharlayan had already ordered Valeera to pretend that she and Medivh did not know each other.

Seeing that Sare was sitting on the Diaoyutai and signaled himself to come forward with his eyes, Goyle said to the door without hesitation: "Brox, this gentleman is the Prophet who guided us to Kalimdor, let him in."

Goel could not direct Valeera, but since Sharlayan did not object, Valeera, who had a very high emotional intelligence, would not embarrass Goel at this juncture.

She and Brooks looked at each other, retracted their weapons at the same time, stepped back from left to right to make room.

Medivh didn't take off his hood until he entered the tent, and nodded politely to Sharlayan and Goel, acting as if he was not familiar with Sharlayan.

"Duke Deep Shadow, Chief Goel, please forgive me for coming here."

Goyle smiled and signaled that the other party did not need to be too polite, he was more concerned about the help Medivh mentioned earlier.

"Prophet...heh~"

At this moment, Sharlayan looked at Medivh and showed a meaningful smile: "It turns out that the Raven Prophet that Goel was talking about turned out to be you."

"Secretly handed over the full set of blueprints of the Dark Portal to Gul'dan, and single-handedly introduced the orcs into Azeroth's 'biggest hero', the last guardian of Tirisfal—His Excellency the Star Mage Medivh."

(End of this chapter)