The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin frowned.

"Negotiating, friend!" Otto's **** stretched out: "No goblin will refuse a business negotiation, and it is still a profitable agreement for them. So I have enough time to talk to them one by one. Wrangling, lowering prices, and determining the scope of responsibility. Such a contract is impossible to be concluded in one day, and I can guarantee that even the director of Silithus, Miss Pulse, has no right to decide whether to sell Azerite..."

"But if she refuses an agreement without authorization, the Prince of Trade can remove her from office on this ground."

Zelin immediately understood Otto's thoughts.

This is a condition that the goblin can't refuse, but can't immediately agree to purchase Azerite.

"Yes!" Otto snapped his fingers, picked up the teacup, and took a leisurely sip: "Maybe, after you protect the escorted target and leave, they are still waiting nervously for someone from Azshara. Order. You may not be clear. All agreements with an amount of more than fifty gold coins must be approved by the Prince of Trade. He is probably worried that his employees will conspire against him. But this is a big deal, and these lower-level supervisors should not neglect to neglect. ."

Probably only the goblin can fully understand what his race will do.

Hiring Otto is probably the wisest decision he made after coming to Azeroth this time.

"When I retreat to the Un'Goro Trail, I will launch a red signal arrow into the sky. At that time, I will be near the ruins of the Cenarion Fortress, waiting to meet your retreat. If it is yellow, then I am being Track, but the situation is not dangerous. But if it is green, you will find a way to escape by yourself as soon as possible."

"No problem, but what if you can't send a signal?"

"Just listen to whether there are wolves howling."

"Very well, we made a signal. A long and melodious sound can be used to retreat, and two quick sounds are dangerous. Escape as soon as possible..."

In the tent, Zelin and Otto discussed the next plan again to ensure that there were no loopholes as far as possible.

The fiery sunset over the mountains of Kalimdor, leaving a golden wave on the endless sea.

The seagulls crowed and flew over the sails, and the sailor on the observation deck looked at the distant coastline with clairvoyance. The first officer pulled the rope, and the crisp bells echoed in the cabin. The sailors are busy, ready to dock.

In the cabin, a blood elf paced back and forth anxiously, muttering words.

"...In the Gurubashi Arena, I had a successful meeting with the representatives of the Ain tribe. I expressed the goodwill of the tribe to her, and she believed, uh, and she, uh, and she thought the Ain tribe There is essentially no conflict of interest with the tribe. Her tribe has just experienced a disaster and escaped from the home planet destroyed by magical natural disasters. The current priority is to restore the confidence of the people and ensure their safety as soon as possible, instead of following the alliance, ah... ...Instead of joining a war...Oh, my God! Wrong memorization again."

Yamily scratched her hair irritably, making her fiery hair a mess.

Now she looks like Tally Lilian Bloodblade.

The elven warlock used ingenious magic to change her appearance into Tallilian, and gave her a layer of illusion. Before leaving, she gave Amily a magic necklace. The sapphire in the middle of the necklace contained enough chaotic magic power to be able to maintain her until she completed the mission and returned safely.

She must memorize the lines flawlessly, and after arriving in Orgrimmar, she will never appear to be endorsing, and she will say everything she wants to express in the most natural and confident way.

Lying on the table, Yamily sighed weakly. After lying down in silence for a few seconds, she sat up again, straightened her waist, patted her cheek hard, and cheered herself silently in her heart.

"Come on, ya...Talilian, you can do it!"

Her husband actually entrusted her with such an important task, she must perform well!

Amily put her chin on, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Obviously, he has been with him for a year, and he is already willing to entrust himself with such an important task. This time, she must prove her ability and let her husband trust herself more. Maybe I can give myself more commissions and work in the future.

It was just a simple job, reporting to Orgrimmar. It sounds no different from reporting to the tutor when I was in Yongge Forest. It's just that this time it is to endorse, which is what she is best at. Because when in Yongge Forest, apprentices need a deposit to borrow books, and money will be deducted once the time exceeds. Every time she borrowed a book, in order to save money, she quickly memorized large sections of the article and tried to return the book as soon as possible.

咚咚咚——

The wooden door was knocked.

Yamily stroked her hair quickly and tidied her appearance: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and the troll Zaraka stood outside, bending over, the door frame touching his forehead. Among the creatures of Azeroth, the trolls and night elves are so tall. Adult trolls can stand up to the height of 2.5 meters, but most of the time they are arching their waists, like A hunter ready to go.

"We are about to dock in Ratchet City, Ms. Bloodblade."

"No problem, I'm ready." Yamily nodded gently.

"All preparations?" Zaraka was the only person on this ship who knew the true identity of the tribal envoy.

"That's right... hey, wait." Yamily suddenly thought of something: "I'm here. I just need to be in Orgrimmar and report the meeting to the local secretary, right?"

"If it is in the past, it is true, but the situation has changed." Zaraka said slowly: "You will stand in front of the chief's throne in the hall of Orgrimmar's Valley of Strength and report."

Yamily's face stiffened.

"Straight, report directly to the warchief?"

"It's not just the Warchief. In addition to Warchief Vol'jin, there are Tauren Chief Baine Bloodhoof, Orc leader Saurfang King Saurfang, Chief Advisor General Eitrigg..."

The corners of Yamily's mouth twitched, and every time Zaraka said a name, her heart sank.

Although she thinks she has never done anything to apologize to the tribe, it stands to reason that her current identity should be a traitor to the tribe...

"...The Dark Queen Sylvanas, Silvermoon City Regent Lor'themar Theron, Bilgewater Plutocratic Trade Prince Gallywix, Fire-Gold Faction leader Ji. Fire Palm, Highmountain Tauren Chief Mela. Gaoling."

"Oh, uh, okay, okay, I know." Jamily interrupted Zaraka's roll call, she stroked her chest, took a deep breath, and squeezed out a relieved smile: "I will do it. Prepared."

Zaraka looked at her suspiciously: "I hope so." He took a step back and closed the door: "The two-footed dragon in Ratchet City is ready. We will fly to Orgrimmar immediately after we disembark."

With a bang, the door closed.

Yamily's hair seemed to stand up with the sound of closing doors.

She supported the table and slowly let herself limp into the wooden chair so as not to fall directly because of the trembling legs.

Uh...

She held her cheek nervously.

Sir, where are you, come and save me...

The 2973th chapter is against the guest

Tallylian may not be able to imagine what someone is using her identity to do.

Deceive the whole tribe!

Maybe you have to deceive the alliance in turn.

If she knew about this, she might spit on the face of the master behind the scenes even if her spine was broken.

The reputation of the Blood Blade family is going to end! I am afraid that in the future, not only in the tribe, even in Quel'Thalas, there will be no place.

But now, she may not have thought of this happening, because she is in a kind of ecstasy.

She finally figured out the truth about the Ayn clan!

A different world, a real different world, and the Alliance has been concealing this! Perhaps it was the accidental discovery the Alliance got when fighting against the Burning Legion, or the Holy Light Legion, which had been fighting in the void for many years, informed the Alliance about the news of another world. This is not surprising at all, the Light Legion and the Alliance have the same beliefs, and even the same race-humans, draenei, and high elves. The Holy Light Legion secretly helped the Alliance, and a lot of information would not be informed to the tribe, so everything made sense.

Cunning Union Dog.

Lying on the hospital bed, Talilian slowly scanned the roof decoration with her only movable eyes.