The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Tess's voice was unassuming.

"I have killed a lot of people, some of which were deserved, and some were innocent. There were men and women, old men, and children." The wizard sorcerer took a deep breath and closed his notes: "Poisoning, assassination, and bribery. But politics returns. Politics, feelings belong to feelings. I will use facts to prove who is the most suitable woman for Zelin, but I will never use this method or be complacent about the sudden disappearance of a competitor. This is my family affair."

"I admire your uprightness..."

"If I were the queen, for security reasons, I would probably stop Zelin, but now I am not. So I won't tell you where Zelin is."

Tess closed her mouth.

"Maybe our meeting can be over?" Francesca asked.

"It's nice to meet you, madam."

"Me too, Tess, it's about to go to war, pay attention to safety... By the way, Tess, why do you believe that this war alliance will definitely win?"

"Because we have new allies, we can crush the tribe in terms of military strength." Tess raised her chin confidently: "This war will win the alliance! How about not going to war?"

Chapter 2939 The tribe will win

"Alliance treachery!"

Gary Wix had a fat belly, waved his cane vigorously, and his two chins trembled in excitement: "We must let these **** Alliance pigs know what the price of offending the tribe will be!"

The first time Sylvanas saw Gary Vix, she would be so angry because of the tribe.

She watched the goblin coldly, thinking about what kind of performance he would have next.

"They dared to attack the tribal envoy! Out of goodwill, we only sent a guard, but they attacked the envoy directly, mobilized the army, and announced that they would go to war on the tribe!"

In the Hall of Strength Valley, in the emergency council convened by the tribe, leaders from all races gathered together, and the atmosphere was far more depressing than the last time. Since the discovery of the Azerite ore, the tribe’s meetings have become worse than ever.

Sylvanas couldn't help thinking about the next time, or how much more bad news will come, the Horde will realize that peaceful coexistence with the Alliance is just a naive and ridiculous desire.

Baine Bloodhoof stood up, his huge body so that the horns almost touched the roof: "Warchief, I think this matter should be investigated seriously. According to the report of Elder Hamuul, the druids sent by the Cenarion Circle, It was attacked in Silithus. Also attacked were the Alliance prospecting team..."

"Alliance!"

Gary Vickers emphasized the pronunciation: "Who cares about the life and death of the Alliance? They are about to go to war, gathering troops, ready to besiege Orgrimmar! When they attacked the envoy, they obviously had no intention of making peace with us, Chief Tauren I suspect that Dalaran is also on their side, Warchief, they actually cooperated with the alliance to seal the Bilgewater Chaebol's shop next to Grayfang. What a ridiculous safety issue! It's funny, goblin products have always been safe and reliable! "

"You are a hateful greedy businessman!"

Bain angrily stretched out his hand: "How much damage did you dig Azerite cause to Mother Earth? Now, you are actually here again to promote war!"

"I think about the tribe, Chief." Gary Wix gave a standard salesman smile: "If the Alliance wants war, we must fight, in order to defend our homeland. Chief, please allow me to introduce to you, my engineer developed According to the test, this robot can withstand more than two thousand shots of muskets and bows, and its serrations can easily smash all armor. As long as the tribe is willing to equip the army with this modified logging robot, my engineer Will immediately work overtime to make more."

"Warchief, I suggest calling the soldiers first, so that when the alliance launches an attack, we don't have enough troops to guard against strategic points." Saurfang stood up: "The soldiers just disbanded and returned to the farmland and hunting grounds to gather them again. It will take a while."

"Silvermoon City will send soldiers, but I hope the warchief understands that Sin'dorei suffered heavy losses in that war. We will continue to fulfill our obligations as tribe members."

Lor'themar Theron, the regent of the blood elves, spoke slowly: "If a war breaks out, we will try our best to provide assistance."

Woking lowered his eyes.

The hall was quiet, waiting for the decision of the warchief.

Only a few people can unite the tribe, and Woking must be one of them. He was one of the first leaders when the tribe was founded, and everyone will respect his decision, whether they like it or not.

"Assemble half of the warriors. The tribe is not afraid of war, but the tribe needs to rest. The tribe has suffered heavy losses in the war with the Burning Legion. Only time can heal the pain."

Woking glanced across the hall.

Gary Vickers' smile grew thicker.

"Repair the fortress in the Barrens, repair Durotar's coastal defenses, Baine, send the druids to contact the night elves, and I will find out the truth of Silithus' attack."

The Prince of Trade couldn't laugh at once.

It takes not only skills but luck to fool Woking. Obviously, luck is not on his side this time.

Baine curtseyed to Woking: "Yes, Warchief."

"But once war with the alliance."

Sylvanas' voice was very soft, accompanied by some kind of magical echo. The bodies of the undead have long been unable to make any sound, they only have a barely maintained appearance. But her voice attracted many surprised eyes. As everyone knows, the Banshee King rarely speaks at the tribal meeting: "They will definitely attack the Undercity on their own initiative. My people need help from the tribe."

"Lord Saurfang will lead an army of orcs to help you fight the invading alliance, if they really intend to make such an unwise decision. Baine, while investigating Silithus, note the alliance, regarding the interior of Stranglethorn Vale I must get an explanation for what happened to the special envoy."

"Yes, Warchief." Bain raised his head: "I believe the Alliance will answer."

After the meeting, Gary Vix did not have any stay in Orgrimmar, but returned to his Klaipeda Palace in Azshara as quickly as possible.

"I need a report!" Gary Vix's bloated body was sweating, and two female goblins followed him closely, fanning him: "What about Silithus' report? That's a flower. Cost me a lot of money!"

"Yes, boss!"

A goblin wearing a black jacket replied with a sharp voice: "We succeeded, boss, there are no witnesses. We blew up the scene! The target has been captured and is safe and is being transported to Tanaris' laboratory. ."

"Did she decide to cooperate?"

"Still in a coma, boss."

"To arrange a trip, I will go to Tanaris in person. This will be the most important business of the Bilgewater Chaebol. No one will refuse the Azerite weapon! By the way, leave a message and give it to Ogg Rema’s representative of the Forsaken was passed to the Banshee King."

Gary Vickers stopped and a waiter served him a cocktail with ice. He took a sip and threw the glass and the rest of the cocktail into the trash can. The secretary immediately ran to his side, took out the quill and notebook, and prepared to record.

"Just say... don't write down this word! Just say, I will probably submit the first batch of finished Azerite weapons in half a month. I hope he has prepared what I want. There is also a letter, no , It's not a letter! It's news. I want this news to leak from Booty Bay and Dalaran, and leak it to the Alliance's ears."

Gary Vickers licked the corner of his mouth and seemed to be able to meet him. Then he could lie down on the golden mountain to sleep. In the Wangshou Palace, the bed of the Prince of Trade is always covered with shiny gold coins.

The secretary turned a page, ready to record a new order.

"That said, the Banshee King is studying the latest plague in Lordaeron and is preparing to launch an attack on Stromgarde and Ironforge... She wants to take the entire northern Lordaeron."

"Yes, boss."

"By the way, the message to the Banshee King just now, plus one more sentence. With Azerite weapons, the Horde will win! That being the case, why not start a war?"

The 2940th Chapter Dragon Fighting Gadgetzan

In the scorching sun, Tanaris had only a piece of yellow sand. The air twisted in the tumbling heat. A figure wearing a cloak stepped forward, leaving a long footprint behind him.

Fitzgrib did not like the new guests he met.

He was too gloomy, hiding under the windbreaker, indifferently like an undead.

At noon today, he was standing behind the counter, busy wiping the remaining ale from the glass. At this time, a stranger came in. Usually few people visit here, especially after waves of greedy adventurers ransacked the troll city of Zul'Falak in the southeast, Tanaris suddenly became unpopular, as if everyone had forgotten. There is still another place. Just a few years ago, an endless stream of adventurers were still complaining why they couldn't take a boat directly from Stranglethorn Vale to Hotsand Harbor. As a result, they may not be able to find this land on the map.

There are fewer customers, the business is deserted, and the rest are basically local repeat customers. Fitzgrib knows all the guests. He doesn't want the returning customers to disappear, and the reason is only because a ridiculous, cold stranger scared them away.