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She inherited the square face, large eyes and sharp eyebrows characteristic of the Minahir royal clan, a feature that appeared on men and was the finishing touch, but for the eldest princess of Kaliya, it undoubtedly ruined that part of her temperament as a beauty.

However, after falling in love with the fallen guardian of the earth and experiencing the slaughter led by her brother Arthas, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, who completely lost her love and all her relatives, has regained a country with a tenacity that ordinary people can't imagine.

Theramore, a country born on the coastline of Kalimdor, was not prosperous, but it was full of positive flavors, and the farmers who had lost their land were given new land here, and when the mages had cleaned up the swamps full of dangers, one fertile land after another appeared on the outskirts of the city of Seramo.

The old King Terenus was a diligent ruler who loved the people, and although he ruled Lordaeron with the position of the aristocratic class, he really made the commoners remember him, so much so that after the fall of Lordaeron, the eldest princess of Kalia, with the encouragement of Miss Gianna, ascended to the heights, and tens of thousands of civilians who had lost their homes followed her on a dangerous migration path.

From Dick's point of view, the eldest princess of Kalia has done a really good job in the past six months, and with the help of the surviving ministers, the newborn Theramore is developing in a very healthy manner.

But it was still an infant and could not bear too many responsibilities, so Dick's First Expeditionary Corps did not choose to go ashore on Theramore itself, but landed directly in the harbor of the northern fortress built by the soldiers of Theramore, the far north of Durontal.

The eldest princess of Kalia, who returned to Theramore one step in advance, personally took the ministers to pick up the ship in the port, although the rulers of the Eastern Continent are very different, but the seal they jointly granted to Dick is real, if you don't consider the real authority and the legion formed by the old, weak, sick and good mercenaries who are more than 1W laughable, Dick can be regarded as the commander of the combined legion authorized by all human countries after the generalissimo of Lothar.

However, in the eyes of those who really know it, he is worthless as a commander, and even Dick himself does not take it seriously.

But right now, there is a very important, very serious question in front of Dick.

The supply of more than 10,000 soldiers is only enough for a month and a half at most, and without challenging Theramore's already poor material reserves, he needs to find the source of food and grass in time, otherwise the expedition will become a joke.

But before that, Dick had another thing to do.

Late at night, on the shores of the northern castle, the commanders of the Stratholme warbands were scattered around this hidden promontory, Herold and his team of warriors were escorted farther away, Dick in military uniform stood at the edge of the cape, the eldest lady sat on a chair made of ice, and Erigor, who had returned to his staff service, stood behind Dick.

The quiet sea breeze blows across the sea, and the scenery of the Eastern Continent is different, the original scenery of Kalimdor makes people have a feeling of entering the wilderness, and the taste of this wild freedom comes to the face, making the melancholy eldest lady also become a little happier.

"It's coming!"

Erigor whispered to Dick, who turned his head and saw several tall figures with torches walking into the cape from the other side, led by the orc dressed in black and simple plate armor, carrying a stone hammer with the power of the elements on his back, and accompanied him step by step, whether it was the fire of justice carried behind Dick's back, or the ebony cold in Gianna's hand, there was a slight humming sound.

"Stop!"

Erigor shouted loudly, and the orcs stood ten paces away from Dick, and Thrall carefully looked at the human paladin in armor in front of him, and Dick was also looking at the child of destiny for the next twenty years.

"You're Thrall, the current chief of the orcs, and you don't look like anything special!"

Dick playfully took a leather letter from his bosom and held it in his hand.

"Mr. Drektar is a wise man worthy of respect, and he is very optimistic about you, which is why I invited you here!"

The taller orc warrior behind Thrall tried to take the letter, but Thrall stopped him, he stepped forward, reached out and took the letter in Dick's hand, and unfolded it in front of Dick, an action that made the corners of Dick's mouth rise.

Thrall, as expected, deserves to be the most amiable orc, just this one action, the interpretation of the word trust, just right.

After reading it, Thrall passed the letter to the orc behind him, then put his fist on his chest and saluted Dick,

"Elder Drektar is my mentor on the shamanic path, and I want to thank you for your efforts to mediate the conflict between the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunderspear Dwarves, young human general. ”

Thrall's voice is very magnetic, it is a combination of the deep voice of the orc and the tone of human speech, in short, it still makes people feel disgusted, but as the sworn enemy of humans in the first 20 years, in addition to Dick, even Miss Gianna looked at Sal and the other orcs with a mixture of scrutiny and disgust.

Not to mention the paladins who already hold their hands on their weapons.

It's the same on the orc side, the atmosphere on both sides can be described as tense and absolutely right.

Both Thrall and Dick noticed this, and Dick realized that it was better to make a long story short, otherwise it would be too long for him to happen something he didn't want to see.

So he took the initiative to speak.

"Thrall, we are not friends, but after the orcs migrated to the Western Continent, we are no longer enemies, I came here with warriors all the way, not for those hatreds before, the Great Demon destroyed Dalaran, we know what it wants, so we came. ”

Dick glanced at the unkind-looking orcs behind Thrall,

"As a basis for peace, I hope you will stop invading the Northern Fortress, Theramore has no ill will towards the orcs, and in return, we can help you in your time of need. ”

As soon as Dick's words fell, the tall orc behind Thrall snorted coldly.

"Hmph, humans, weak fellows, we don't need your help, Durotal is the home of orcs, and humans are not allowed to set foot on a step! If you want war, come! See who teaches whom!"

Dick's eyes narrowed, he recognized the orc, it was Walok-Sarufar, now the Orc Overseer, a fierce warrior.

In the face of Vallock's taunt, Erigor stepped forward and said in a cold voice,

"If the commander hadn't decided to meet with you beasts, the swords of more than 1W expeditionary force officers would have fallen on you a long time ago, rude beasts, we all remember the sins you have committed in the Eastern Continent in the past 20 years!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Sarufar drew his battle axe from his back, the other orcs drew their weapons, Dick's side, Erigor fearlessly wielded his heavy sword, and the other paladins also unsheathed their swords.

Gianna took a step back, her eerie staff lightly touching the ground, and a water elemental composed of turquoise water appeared in front of her.

The atmosphere instantly entered the rhythm of the battle, but at the moment when the atmosphere froze, two rebukes rang out at the same time.

"Stand down, paladins!"

"That's enough! Vallock, put away your weapons!"

Dick and Thrall's rebuke still worked, the orcs withdrew their weapons, and the paladins took a few steps back, but this sudden outburst still made the negotiations that had a hint of flavor turn back into an atmosphere dominated by hatred.

Thrall glanced at Dick, muttered for a few seconds, and spoke,

"For the Northern Fortress, the orcs have no ill intentions, we are just forced to defend ourselves! I don't want to start a war for these things, and you also said that the demons are coming, so I can get the wolf cavalry to stop snooping on the Northern Fortress, but you... You can't expand any further!Vallock is right, this is our home, for the sake of peace, I can give you some of it, but don't challenge the bottom line of the orcs!"

"Sal... You can't..."

Vallock was about to say something, but Sal waved him to stop him, and Dick looked at the scene, touched his chin, and moved on to another question.

"What about demons, how much do you know about them?"

Sal spread his hands, looking like he didn't know much about it.

"We don't know much about the demons, but we know that they appeared half a month ago, and now Azhara has become the base camp of the demons, they have invaded the Gray Valley, and the elves have taken a very passive retreat, and now the Warsong Clan is blocking the entrance from the Gray Valley to the Barrens, but frankly, the demons don't seem to see us as opponents, and they are not even willing to divide their forces to attack us. ”

"Just because they didn't take the initiative to attack, don't you think these demons are a threat? Have you forgotten the origin of orcs and demons? You can control your own will, what about ordinary orcs?"

Dick shook his head, Thrall's reaction still disappointed him, this orc chief has not yet grown to the height of the future, and now the perspective of the problem is still a little weak.

In the face of Dick's rhetorical question, Sal was speechless for a while, he thought about it, and said solemnly,

"Orcs are no longer executioners dominated by demonic blood, but thanks for the reminder, I'll start paying attention to that. ”

Dick shrugged, he moved his hands, turned his head to look at the paladins' undisguised killing intent, and said briefly,

"I'm here with the First Expeditionary Legion, it's for the Great Demons, and I repeat, I don't have that much hatred for you, Thrall, I know you're a wise orc, and you should be able to tell who is a friend and who's an enemy. ”

"We have no intention of being friends with humans. ”

Before Thrall could reply, Vallock shouted, "But if you really come for the demons, I don't mind taking a step back for this rare courage, but you must show your sincerity first, the demons want to enter the barren lands, the Warsong clan is very difficult to resist, if you help us to repel them, we will immediately withdraw from the northern fortress!"

Dick glanced at the silent Thrall, and immediately understood that this was also the plan of this kind but cunning orc chieftain, he grinded his teeth, looked at the provocative Sarufar, and said in a deep voice,

"Yes! Tomorrow, at noon tomorrow, the First Expeditionary Force will prove its sincerity!"