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The Grand Chief of the Tribe, Thrall, sat at the head of the Chief's Hall, discussing the Tribe's strategy with Woking, the leader of the Darkspear Clan, standing on the side.

Unlike the relatively loose distribution of power in the Alliance, Thrall wielded overwhelming prestige among the tribe - and in many cases, he could do it in a word.

"I'm proud of the courage of the Horde warriors, but now is not the time to fight to the death with the Alliance. Thrall frowned at the thought of the recent heightened tensions - the adventurers of the Alliance and the Horde engaged in massive armed battles in the Hillsbrad Hills every day.

"Yes, my most esteemed friend. The Burning Legion is still licking the wounds of the last war in the ruined Nordra and is ready to invade Azeroth once again. And King Meow, it is said that he is constantly expanding his Scourge army, which is really worrying. Woking, the leader of the Darkspear Trolls, agreed. "Once you have a decisive battle with the Alliance, I am afraid that the final result will be to destroy Miè with the Alliance. ”

Thrall rubbed his brow and said with some tiredness, "Woking, my friend. I'm always worried about my decision, a thousand right strategies may not be able to defeat the enemy, but with a sufficiently stupid order, the Miè tribe will be ruined. ”

After a pause, Sal continued, "The councils of the Alliance are always inefficient, they can never make the best decisions, but they don't make the most fatal mistakes"

"I remember one word, well, the least bad system. Woking, recalling words from old books, said, "But the tribe has you, my friend. As long as you are there, the tribe has the best system, and one day, we will defeat all enemies. ”

Thrall shook his head and said no more, what if one day he was gone, maybe it would be a good decision to agree to the Forsaken to join the Horde, and the immortal Queen of Darkness would be able to restrain the next High Chief.

A tribal warrior opened the mailbox on the side of the hall, interrupting Thrall's thoughts with a pouring of mail.

The number of letters sent to Thrall a few months ago suddenly became terrifying, and countless adventurers sent him letters, including gossip emails selling products, asking him for positions, and most importantly, gossiping emails asking what his relationship with Gianna was.

At first, Thrall was patient enough to read as much as he could, but when he found that it was mostly boring, he simply asked the giant mages to modify their own mailboxes, and all but those he knew were sent to the public mailbox in the hall, which anyone could open.

In order to prevent important emails from being missed, these inexplicable emails are now reviewed by their tribal warriors.

Among the piles of letters, a message in a pink envelope catches Thrall's attention, and he thinks of his human sister, Teresa, the only human relative who identifies with him and is dead. When Sal was a slave, Teresa, who corresponded with him, liked to use pink envelopes.

"Traster, bring me the letter. Thrall ordered his guards.

Tribal warrior Trest picked up the pink envelope on the ground with some confusion, and although he didn't understand why the Great Chief was interested in such a letter with a weak color envelope, he immediately carried out the order.

Sal took it and looked at it, and the envelope read 'Honorable Grand Chief Sal Laughing' in crooked lingua franca.

Laughing? Does it mean to open up with a smile? Thinking of this, Sal really smiled.

Taking out the letterhead, he began to read.

'Dear Great Chief, Battle Chief of Chiefs, Ahhh If you can, could you please send me some orc language textbooks - it would be nice if there were lingua franca paraphrases. Of course, I'll pay. ’

The signature is 'Loria Mograini'.

The battle chief of the chieftains, what is this? Also, is it Mograini, who grew up in the kingdom of Lordaeron, Thrall, naturally knows what Mograine represents.

"Terrest, send a set of orc language textbooks to the owner of this letter, and ask for a lingua franca. He replied that he didn't have to pay," Sal ordered.

At the time of the creation of the tribe, a large part of the orcs were liberated human slaves, most of whom did not know the orc language, but mastered the lingua franca of mankind because of slave life. The shamans of the time did compile a set of orc textbooks written in the lingua franca.

"Also, ask the Giant Mages to connect the owner of this letter to my dedicated mailbox. Sal added

"Yes, Grand Chief. "Trest was on call

In the living quarters of the Scarlet Abbey, Loria is tinkering with the 'Lori Universal Tool' in Whitemayne's room at the moment.

Loria, who had planned to get materials from the towns where the refugees lived, found out that the so-called towns were actually just villages, and that such large and small villages were spread out in the vast mountainous area. Each village is sparsely populated and has little commercial activity, so it is difficult to buy the materials you need.

In desperation, Loria had no choice but to have her undead maid mail the required materials from Brill. It's okay to say that the metal ingots with a high unit price are good, but the dyeing agent that can be bought for a few copper coins still has to pay 1 silver coin per piece of mailing, and Loria always feels that it is not cost-effective.

Again the universal tool in the hand was changed from an awl to a wrench, and from a wrench to a terrible weapon - a dentist's drill.

After playing for a while, Loria, who was bored, secretly looked at Whiteman, who was sitting on the chair next to the bed and reading a book.

It was still a revealing red bishop's uniform, and his legs were so white.

When it was her turn to study with Aunt Big Whitelegs, Loria, who came to her room, was told to do what she wanted to do, while she herself ignored Loria's storage zài and read quietly on the side.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of Sally Whitemane turning the pages from time to time.

Loria stared at Whitemayne.

Loria beckoned to Whiteman.

Loria gave Whitemane a thumbs up.

Loria grimaced at Whitemane.

Loria flexes her muscles to Whiteman. It's so strong, well, not at all.

"Once upon a time there was a dwarf named Xiao Huang. ”

Loria observed Whitemane and muttered to herself.

"One day he was crossing the street and was hit by a carriage and died. ”

Unmoved, Whitemane continued to look at the book in his hand.

"Before he died, he screamed. ”

Unmoved, Whitemane flipped to the next page

"And then?" Loria muttered to herself, in a different voice.

"Want to know?" Loria switched back to her voice.

"Want to know!" Loria changed her voice again

Is this a place play?

There was still only the sound of flipping books from time to time, and Loria, who couldn't stand the strange atmosphere, hit the table with her head.

Loria was confused.

She got up and undressed, leaving only her petticoat and blouse, and threw herself on Whitemayne's bed, her whole body curled up under the covers

Sally Whitemayne looked at the red dress that was still on the ground casually and closed the novel in her hand.

The quilt that had been curled up in a ball moved.

"I've never seen you change your coat. Sally said.

The quilt moved again, but it didn't make a sound, as if it was angry.

"Come out, I'll teach you tailoring. With a sigh, Sally continued.

"Ahh

Loria rubbed Whitemayne affectionately, thinking that this was the normal dependence of normal Lori on adult women. Absolutely not what happens after placing a play Stockholm syndrome is definitely not.

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Yesterday morning there was an unfortunate earthquake, pray for the people in the earthquake zone.

Because this book is probably happy, I specially postponed the update for a day.