Over the past few days, my companions and I have participated in the Battle of Andohar, the Siege of Stratholme, and the Breakout of the Chapel of the Light's Wish, all of which will leave a lasting mark on history. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long run, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted, but fortunately, the result was very satisfactory. The Scourge Legion has been continuously damaged by various forces, and although it can't hurt the Lich King's main force entrenched in {Northrend}, it has also greatly damaged the vitality of the Scourge descendant, the [Kel'thugad Division].

So, after returning to {Karazan}, we held a grand celebration banquet for several days, and everyone drank and talked and confided in each other.

These battles were righteous clean-up operations, so they also brought me and the organization the opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Just yesterday, the orc messenger Sergeant Flamethroat arrived at the Headwind Trail, saying that several tribal bosses would come this evening to recognize our exploits and give us advice on the future development of the Kara Approval Guild (tentative name), so that we could prepare in advance.

Early this morning, I immediately summoned everyone to a meeting in the conference room on the third floor to discuss the welcome meeting.

As soon as everyone yawned and sat down, Abby hurriedly spoke, "Who is the tribal boss that Sergeant Flamethroat is talking about?

"No, Mr. Drektar is still the Overseer on the front lines of {Alterac Valley}, and he won't be so bored to leave his territory and come to our place where birds don't. I shook my head and dismissed Abby's speculation.

Blair wakes up early every day, and her status as a former maid has given her the ability to wake up as soon as she opens, and she also offers her own thoughts: "I think it's more likely [Chieftain's Advisor] because he should know that we have met his old friend [Mr. Ferdin], and we have helped him." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, the old man is 63 years old this year, and I always felt that this kind of diplomacy should be done by young generals or ministers. Does {Orgrimmar} have a foreign ministry?"

[William Mina Star Song] has also officially joined my team this time, before joining [Silver Dawn], she served as a military intelligence scout for the Night Elf spy organization [Night Dance], so she knows more about the situation of the tribal countries than we do: "As far as I know, the tribal capital does have a foreign ministry, and the minister is a scruffy orc named Ghulam. ”

Compared with the information she said, I am more concerned about whether she can wear her clothes well, this guy is too arrogant, when Xiaomi is adventuring with her, she clamos for milk every day: "Sister, can't you put on your coat? How do you embarrass Abby?"

'Boom!'" "Oops!" I immediately slapped an uppercut from the High Elf.

(Wiping the blood from the corner of the mouth...) No matter who those bigwigs are, this meeting ceremony must be solemn, and the more we make the envoys feel at home, the less difficult the negotiations will be. The thing we're planning these days has to be done. ”

[Zerg Prince Anubbest] squeezed into the door frame of the door of the conference room, and the narrow porch made him only stick his head in: "What's the matter?"

Darwin 'cut' and said, "Pig brains!" I just told you the other day. ”

Best completely ignored the sourness in the conversation, and said with a stupid face: "Oh, then I know what's going on... But... What is a 'pig'?"

Darwin rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "The pig is the meaning of the noble Zerg prince... ”

Blair interrupted the argument between the two: "Shall we entertain them in the form of a tea party, or a dinner party? or a cocktail party? Everyone must make a decision as soon as possible, and I and Uncle Moros should go and prepare it earlier." ”

The world's 'greatest businessman' [Xiaoxiao] fiddled with his blank checkbook, bowed his head and whispered, "Then I'll prepare a drink!"

Before the others could speak, Abby hurriedly said, "Don't you think that's too cheesy? Tea parties, banquets, and the like are not interesting at all! Not exciting enough! Not enough!" she snapped her fingers and tried to make everyone open up like her.

I knew Abby always had an unexpected idea, and I asked, "So what better idea do you have?"

Abby narrowed her eyes and smiled evilly, "Let's have a magical masquerade party!

"But in that case, the messenger won't recognize us!"

Abby: "That's what it is! Hardy, as the leader, you don't have to disguise, you just go and entertain them." They wouldn't have known us anyway. Don't worry about not being able to see everyone's looks all the time, after the dance, everyone will remove their makeup and let the judges vote on who has the best disguise. ”

I patted my head and suddenly realized: "You mean that the referee let the envoys of the tribe's top brass do it, which can not only show respect for them, but also chat with them in the dance without any psychological baggage." ”

Abby: "Yes... yes, I'm smart, right? Hehe. She obviously hadn't thought about the benefits of masquerade, she just wanted to be more fun.

"Let's vote by a show of hands! Although it has not yet been formally formed, it still needs to have the appearance of a council. Those who agree with the topic raise their left hand, oppose raise their right hand, and abstain without raising their hand. ”

Everyone raised their left hands, but Anubest didn't, his forefoot stuck in the door frame and couldn't be lifted.

Best: "I'm against it!"

"Huh?

Best: "If I have to raise my hand in every meeting in the future, my opinion will be ignored because I will always abstain." ”

"Then let's vote in the future!"

Abby pouted and complained, "No, that's too ceremonial! Let's raise our hands and let Best close his eyes, closing his left eye is... ”

Best cleared her throat and interrupted Abby, "Didn't you notice that I don't have eyelids on all of my compound eyes!?"

Darwin: "Why don't I make a miniature version of you with a minifier gun before every meeting?"

"Oh no! if it gets bigger, the Karazhan Tower will collapse. "I quickly spoke out to stop it, if the tower collapsed, this near-perfect base would not be easy to find.

Abby held her cheeks and muttered, "You're not going to let those disgusting bugs in your body raise your hands, are you?"

Hearing Abby's whisper, Best suddenly forgot the height of the door frame, raised his head sharply, and slammed it: "Good idea!] Before the words fell, hundreds of ants ran out of the worm tunnel in the golden beetle's abdomen, forming a big 'y' letter on the ground. That is, 'yes'.

"Okay, now that the vote has been unanimously passed, then please listen to my assignment to the councillors. First of all, there were also refreshments at the ball, so Abby and Blair were to prepare the food, the drinks were prepared, and Uncle Moros was to bring out all the whole-wheat beers from the cellar. As far as I know, orcs love pork, so get more meat rolls and stuff like that. ”

Abby, Blair, Xiaoxiao, and Moros replied in unison, "Oh!"

They were just about to leave, but I stopped them again: "Wait, Uncle Moros, don't forget to get the orchestra at the opera house ready for their best repertoire." ”

Moros replied in a low voice, "Willing to serve you, Mr. Hadley." ”

I continued to distribute tasks: "Xiaomi, how's the dragon connection?"

Xiaomi's face was expressionless, I always felt that he was Sylvanas's own son, because they were always indifferent: "As for the bronze dragon, my father doesn't know where to go, and the [big brother Anaklos] pro-commander soldiers are guarding the bronze dragon's lair and Angela Temple, so I can only invite the bronze dragon ambassador Sister Cromy."

The representatives of the red and black dragons were completely uncontactable.

The Blue Dragon Ambassador [Karek] responded to my call, but he politely declined the invitation, as he had important business ahead of him.

I was the first to hear from the Emerald Dragon, and since you have saved the soul horizon of Illanicus at the Temple of Atahaca, our old friend Lord Isarios will personally represent all of the Green Dragons. ”

"Okay, this thing is done very well, Xiaomi, you have grown up... Then please go to the Cross of the Dead at the Windwind Trail by 5 p.m. to receive the Dragon Envoy. ”

"{Orgrimmar} will send the undead [Archmage Kolan] to open the portal to {Karazan} at five o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone will be at the gate to greet them. Comrades who have not received the task can now go back to their rooms to disguise, take care of their own lunch today, and gather downstairs at 17 o'clock to dismiss the meeting!"

There is no word for a day, and there is no detailed list.

The clockwork had just struck seventeen, and a group of oddly shaped creatures had all converged under the tower.

The Violet Spacetime Node in the Protective Barrier is a makeshift teleportation device provided by Abby to the Horde, which self-destructs after being used twice.

The portal opened on time, and the first to come out was a guard of honor in leather armor composed of orcs and trolls, all of whom held high the golden unified battle axe in their hands, and lined up one by one on both sides of the portal in a neat pace.

They were followed by four generals wearing badges: one of them was my compatriot and friend, Archmage Karen Din, who was wrapped in blue and especially the traditional spire wizard's hat was impressive. The badge he wears under his collar is a purple Undercity emblem with three small bone forks engraved on it, which means that his military rank is [three-star ghost king] (ghost king = general, Finn is a five-star, because he commands more high-level battles, Karen Ding is the chief of the general staff, and there are fewer opportunities to give advice, and he doesn't need to rely on his brain to fight a war).

He was followed by a black-maned minotaur with a broken horn on the top of his head and a sharp branch attached to the stubble, which made him look strange. He was shirtless and unarmed. It is worth noting that his big nose is not clasped with a nose ring, but with a badge in the shape of a large tree, which is engraved with two orchids, which, I can guess, means a two-star general.

Kalentin and the Minotaur walked out side by side, one was a troll and the other was an orc.

The mighty orc felt that he was not on the same level as the other three just by walking with his demeanor, he was wearing bronze armor, and the shoulder armor in the shape of two cannon barrels was surprisingly large, not only protecting the shoulders, but also covering the cheeks on both sides, the veteran was difficult to judge, but his beard was already gray, probably older than Itreig and Drektar. He was armed with a large axe in the shape of a peach heart, with blades on both sides, and two thin slits hollowed out in the middle were holding a skull, on which the skull's forehead was painted with the symbol of the tribe in bright red ink. The old man's rank was also difficult to judge, because the badge was almost impossible to put on his chest.

The troll at the end of the walk had only one eye, and that blind eye had a knife cut from top to bottom, proving that he was also a battle-hardened general. He was dressed in a milky white witch doctor's robe, with a wooden mask hanging from a string around his neck, and behind his back was a large cluster of round potion bottles, and people with dense phobia must want to smoke him to death when they saw him (remember the old witch taver Zangir at the Zur altar? he was the same as this troll's medicine bottle), and the thing that represented the military rank on this person was probably three feathers stuck in his head, and he was probably also a three-star general.

I have been flattered by these four people, we have not made any remarkable achievements, how can we afford the favor of these bigwigs?

But the bigger surprise was still to come, and when I saw the four generals also standing on the side, every cell in my body trembled uncontrollably, and my hands unconsciously played with the gold trim on the robe, and they were about to tear off the thread. Who is coming? I was caught off guard by the tribe's face, I had been fantasizing about the adversity ahead, but I was not ready for the shock and excitement of the moment.

The four generals were separated, and between them came a group of drummers, playing the solemn wild song "Blood and Glory" as they went. As soon as they stood behind the guard of honor, several drummers abruptly removed the flutes from their waists, and the orchestra switched to playing the mysterious and grudgeful tune of the trolls, "Voodoo".

At this moment, from the center of the portal, a man slowly walked out.

The rider (ji) is blood-red, with scales all over its body, its head is like a bucket, its eyes are like stars, its nose is like a tortoiseshell, a bloody mouth monster is embedded under its nostrils, its mouth is full of fangs, it hugs a handful of whiskers on its chin, and its neck is covered with a delicate halter with black feathers, and its strong claws, vestigial forelimbs, and long and high tail make it look like a strong red old raptor.

There was a man sitting on the top of the horse, with red hair, pointed ears and a hooked nose, and gold rings inlaid in the earlobes, cracked flesh and skin on the outside of the eyebrow bones, eyes full of witch light like torches, two huge long fangs wrapped with leather ribbons, and three locks of red goatee under the chin, which were tightly wrapped with strings, like three pigtails. Look at the body, the body is strong, the blue face is pale, the knife, the bone, the flute, and the feather are inserted in the back, and the four elephants of witchcraft are thin totems, and the left shoulder is equipped with a hard plate armor, fat bloomers, and shoes. In his right hand, he held a skeletal lantern with a ghostly fire burning - this person was none other than [Woking, the Troll Grand Patriarch of the Darkspear Clan] himself.

Vair's soul was already paralyzed on the scroll at this time, although he was not a troll of the Darkspear Clan, and he was dead, but the majesty of the Great Patriarch could still hold him to the ground, and he could not get up on his own strength at all.

Walkin didn't look at us, he looked straight ahead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and with a kind and decent expression, he showed full openness, and grabbed the reins of the velociraptor at the end of the honor guard.

The first boss had already appeared, and I got down on one knee with the crowd, waiting for the next leader to arrive.

The drum band picked up the drumsticks again and changed the track again. Blair muttered quietly: "The music has been changed to "Golden Meadow", this time it's time for the Minotaur!"

Sure enough, out of the portal came two giant beasts, the one below was a creature I had never seen before, eight feet long, like a rhinoceros, wide face and big eyes, and the front of the nose had three sharp horns arranged in order from large to small, the teeth of this animal were flat unlike those of velociraptors. It was clad in steel armor, with yellow all over its body, but with brown circular markings.

The rider on the back of this monster has two crossed totem pillars, the giant pillars are black and shiny, full of reliefs, the top is a round groove as deep as half a meter, and there is a red flame burning inside, this person looks like a cow, wearing a brown mane, a black beard under the chin, and the skin is dark, like the scorched yellow earth under the scorching sun, symbolizing vitality and the thickness of the earth. He was shirtless, revealing an enviable square of huge pectorals, two arms thicker than totem poles, and a shaking biceps bigger than my head—like the Minotaur Elder of the Nether of the God of War is [Thunder Cliff Sect Master Kane Bloodhoof].

Like Woking, he walked unhurriedly, and the huge shadow slowly hung over our heads with the rhythm of the pace, and I only felt a high mountain pressing against me, and I was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

As I expected, after the Minotaur Sect Master took a stand, the song changed back to "Blood and Glory" again. I could already guess who the last big guy was, and I was racing to imagine what the hero would look like.

The guard of honor shouted in unison with the blood-boiling tune: "Greet the Great Chief, Greet the Great Chief, Greet the Great Chief, Pick Up the Great Chief, Greet the Great Chief, Chief... "Their echoes reverberate back and forth in the valley.

A tall wolf had come out of the gate, it was snow-white, full of fangs, wearing a royal blue iron helmet on its head, and a spiked collar around its neck, it did not need to wear a halter, because this wolf and its owner on its back had transcended the relationship between mount and rider, but regarded each other as human beings.

The man was different from the dozens of images I had imagined, wearing black gold-rimmed plate armor with a copper nail buttoned every five centimeters, he was holding a silver-white long-handled war hammer, with old strips of yellow cloth wrapped around the handle, and two iron hoops were tied to the hammer and hammer head respectively, which was a large hammer head almost half a meter wide, with towering square iron flutes on both sides, and on both sides of the hammer head, lifelike silver-white wolf heads were carved.

Looking up, the long black shawl hair is oily, but not dirty, the neat and elastic black hair squeezes out a slightly arched beauty tip in front of the forehead, below the hairline, is full of wisdom and bulging forehead, two straight thick eyebrows are placed below his eyebrow bones, just above the bright eyes, he has two perfect cupola tiger teeth, around the big mouth is covered with a short beard of Zari - he is the great chief of the tribe and the leader of the orcs, the famous national liberation fighter, the great revolutionary, Politician, thinker, and Grand Chief Sal came to 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (This side story is divided into two parts)