The leaders of the four major races of the tribe, with the exception of Sylvanas Windrunner, the Queen of the Forsaken, were all present. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info My brain has exploded, and all the diplomatic rhetoric I had thought of is now being thrown away in the 'Warped Void'.

Uncle Moros has served the nobles for many years and has extraordinary experience, he hurriedly stood up, took two steps, and bowed to the chief Sal: "Kara agrees with all the members of the alliance to take over the Great Chief!"

Thrall turned over and said kindly, "That's it, we're here as guests, not for any show, these cumbersome etiquettes are all the result of the old ministers' outdated thinking, and my diplomatic peace efforts in recent years are still not enough to offset the great disaster that the orcs have caused to the world." We are all prisoners with serious crimes, and we don't deserve your courtesy!" he walked up to me and pulled me up like a farmer carrying a chick.

"See the Great Chief!"

Sal grinned and frowned, puzzled, "Mr. Hadley, didn't you hear what I just said?"

"No... No, it's just that a few of them are too famous, and having said that, I still don't know how to do it. ”

Woking, who had tethered the velociraptor to a dead tree, also walked over and whispered in a creamy husky voice, "Etiquette is a fart! Anyway, are we standing at the door or... ？”

"Oh, I'm sorry. Open the door, and invite a few people in. "Goblin scientists changed Karazhan's wooden gate to an iron security door a week ago, and all you have to do to open it is to hold the remote control and press a button.

Thrall put his arm around my shoulders and walked with me into the tower. I panicked and turned to my companions for help, only to find Woking following us with one arm around Blair and Abby on the waist with the other, and they seemed to be in danger of protecting themselves.

Aside from the fact that the totem pillar was stuck on the porch when Kane the Minotaur entered the gate, the reception had been done perfectly so far.

I don't even know how my legs moved, and I don't know how long it took for Moros to lead me to the Grand Ballroom on the second floor. A large five-sided dining table was set on the platform around the dance floor, and I sat next to Sal at the main table, with Woking, Kane, and a group of soldiers sitting on the other side of me.

The four generals were also seated at the other four tables, surrounded by the guards of the headquarters.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, and the scene was slightly embarrassing, Sal patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Mr. Hadley, is there any special show for today?"

"Yes ... Yes, a masquerade ... A EVENT was held for you ... Masquerade. ”

Sal's brow furrowed, and his green skin looked unusually smooth in the light: "Ahhahaha! Woking, did you hear Kane? It's a masquerade ball! Woohaha!" After a few laughs, the chief suddenly became serious: "It reminds me of Dunhold Castle, the days of living with humans, and [Taresha]★... ”

Kane: "Forget that past! You're no longer a domesticated pet of humans. ”

Woking: "We're not the only ones who are brutal. "The trolls' words are meaningful and confusing.

"That... The prom is about to begin... What do you like to eat? I'll tell the kitchen... ”

Sal: "Nothing special, as long as there are enough vats of wine." ”

My companions were making final preparations in other rooms at this time, and the ghost orchestra on the terrace played the world-famous song "Paladin", and a gentle and mournful note wafted through the huge banquet hall, making people fall into a dream.

As the music plays, the freaks who come out of the side room make the atmosphere turn again, becoming a little strange and hilarious.

The most striking was Prince Anubest, who slowly walked to the center of the dance floor and brought his six legs under his body. I have to say that this disguise is very realistic, I don't know what he used to make himself into a cylinder shape, the thing that wraps him looks like pine oil, but it is softer and more elastic than pine oil. It was as if he had turned into a big jelly full of pigment and pineapple.

I jerked a large sip of beer into my mouth and nervously glanced at the faces of the leaders—fortunately, they were watching with relish.

Blair unexpectedly turned into a werewolf, she wore a bright red old-fashioned dress, a wavy granny hat on her head, and a pair of gold chain reading glasses in front of her, and she looked like a terrifying grandmother who ate wolf meat in a fairy tale and turned into a wolf herself.

Behind my grandmother, there was a small mummy who was staggering in, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, not that he acted very well, probably he could only walk in like this. I can't guess if this guy is a loose man or a Darwin, but it's probably one of the two of them, because his height is not good at disguise.

This was followed by a fat, overly large peacock, the main part of which was still quite similar to an owl, but with a few colorful broom heads stuck in its tail. This guy knew it was Minna at a glance.

On his back was a large tortoise shell, which was made of paper and had layers of spikes on it. Sal hurriedly guessed out loud, "This is the spiny dragon of Aishara Beach!"

Woking: "With all due respect, the fat man clearly wants to pretend to be a turtle, my chief. ”

At this moment, Moros suddenly whispered in my ear, "The dragons have arrived." ”

Before I could get up and greet him, Millet and Chromie and Lord Issa were already seated at the next table. The old orc general was startled and nearly choked to death by the pork roll that had just been eaten.

Moros lowered his voice in my ear again and said, "The dragons don't want to make a big deal and let our dance continue." ”

"Okay, but we will have to rely on them to help in the negotiations after that, and ask Old Bo Duo to take care of it. ”

Moros: "Yes. ”

When my eyes were on the dance floor again, everyone was already inside.

Boldly held a white pear in his hand, but if he looked closely, it was a head of garlic. Next to the two of them stood Abby's ice bear dressed as an ice bear... (Blind!), and then to the edge, there were two people. On the far left is a man in armor, of course, in paper armor, with a spear in his hand. On the right is a graceful and luxurious troll princess, her smile and smile are completely inconsistent, as if he is really a female troll.

Eventually, I noticed two more things on the wall that didn't fit in place. First, there is an extra coffin of the pharaoh standing up next to the wall, and there is a self-taking cola machine next to the coffin.

I stood up, raised my glass, and exclaimed, "Today we are gathered to celebrate our successes in a land ravaged by natural disasters. You all showed your glory and justice in the battle, and although I hate war, I have to lead you to end it with war. I think all of you here have the same state of mind as me, for the sake of the victims, for the sake of ourselves who almost lost our lives, we toasted this!"

There was a huge round of applause in the hall, and everyone drank the wine in their glasses: "I announce that the ball has officially begun!"

It may be that they only focus on the effect of makeup, and they have not arranged dance partners in advance, and now they are messing around on the dance floor. But soon, everyone was getting better.

Blair walks off the dance floor and invites Xiaomi.

Lord Issa walked off the dance floor and walted with Abby the Great White Bear.

Best didn't seem to want to move, and from time to time he reached out and grabbed the jelly-like object on his back and brought it to his mouth.

Sonia the Spell Counter and Admiral the One-Eyed Troll twist together, sometimes somersaulting and sometimes performing difficult floor movements that look like a wrestler's warm-up.

Old Hule shook his waist to the music, then flashed his big crotch, and was carried back to the room by a group of servants.

The orc admiral was obviously not very accustomed to this kind of occasion, he drank sullen wine alone, and watched his subordinates enter the dance floor one by one, but he was unmoved. A huge tortoise sat down on four round chairs, and began to feast, and the old orc smiled unexpectedly, as if watching his own child eat, and from time to time he brought the turkey and bacon in front of his face to the tortoise.

The white pear sat at the dining table, watching the figure spinning on the dance floor, and kept shouting: "Doot, doot!"

The peacock owl and the mummy perform a lame folk dance, and the excessively long bandages in the mummy's hands fly back and forth in the air, like the streamers that folk dancers are accustomed to.

Sal was three points drunk, holding my hand and shaking it vigorously: "Have you seen the soul of an ancestor?"

I shook my head.

Sal went on to say: "They have very different personalities and are a bit neurotic at times. They kept talking to me about revitalizing the clan and destroying other enemies. I can only choose to ignore or pretend to be welcome. ”

"How old are you, Chief Chief?" I tried to shift the heavy subject.

Sal: "Oh! hehe. The same age as Hermon - 23. ”

"Huh, you're only three years older than me?"

Thrall: "Yes, but humans who have practiced magic for thousands of years can live to be 200 years old. The average lifespan of an orc is only about seventy years. ”

"Why is it so short?"

Thrall: "The Orcs are accustomed to war, and from life to death, glory is above all else. That's why most of the old orcs choose to die for their country on the battlefield, and my teacher, Orgrim, ended his life in this way that resembles suicide. ”

In my ********, victory in war does not mean glory, and waging war itself loses glory. ”

Thrall didn't follow my words: "Orgrim is a great warrior, but the evil things he did in the first half of his life are enough to negate his reputation as a hero. He unleashed an orc war, slaughtering the city of Stormwind for three days, and sending assassins to assassinate King Ryan. Indulge the warlock Gul'dan in his research on demonic spells. ”

"Human history classes have talked about this, but I thought it was because of the influence of demonic blood. ”

Thrall: "Excuse me, if my people thought that these cruelties would find a plausible reason in the future, we would be no different from wild beasts by now." ”

"Be strict with yourself and lenient with others! You are a real hero!"

Thrall: "I'm just atoning for my sins, and I'm leading my people across the sea to the continent of Kalimdor, firstly, to avoid the pursuit of human soldiers, so that the newly established country can develop steadily. The second is to migrate to a bitter cold land, so that my compatriots can remember the bittersweet memories and always remember that they are carrying a surging blood debt. ”

"Don't you hate humans? ”

Thrall: "There are good and bad among even noble orcs, and this is true among humans. Radical racism always uses a very small number of people in the race to stigmatize the whole group. 'I have ever seen the noblest orcs, and ... ’”

“。。。 The most despicable human beings have also been seen. I followed his words, and the two spoke in unison, and the tacit understanding was very good.

Thrall: "Hahaha, have you seen Uncle Fordin? Orgrimmar's Chancellor keeps talking about that Templar!"

Before I could reply, I heard a 'bell', and a full beer keg was thrown on our main table, which immediately exploded, and I and the leaders became chickens.

Thrall roared and stood up in an instant, only to find that the dance floor had turned into a brawl.

"Uncle Moros, what's going on??"

Moros was unhurried, even if he was hit by several chairs, he was not moved in the slightest: "The cause is that Mr. Kiefer, the ghoul, wants to find out whether the elves are strong or human, and then Miss Abby is touched while she is spinning on the dance floor, and she thinks it was Lord Issarios who touched it... And then... It's a spell war like this. ”

"You see it all?。。。 You don't care?"

A teapot had just exploded on Moros's head, and he was still so steady, as if the world had nothing to do with him: "Hmm~~~ You and the chief are talking, I don't want to disturb the interest of the two." With that, a stream of blood flowed from his forehead, and he lay on his back.

"Chief, this is a misunderstanding! ”

Sal: "Oh, ha, lok~taar! It's been a long time since you've loosened your muscles, and your men are really energetic. ”

I didn't stop, Sal had already rushed onto the dance floor. Look at Kane and Woking, they sat still, looked at each other, and spread their hands in a helpless gesture.

"What is it? Father, help me, I'm surrounded by a bunch of fools!"

[Blizzard]—— [Swarm Storm]—— [Sand Rapids—— [Yingying Soda—— [Time Standstill]—— [Summer Worm Whispering Ice]—— [Painting the Ground as a Dungeon]—— [Ghoul Kiss]—— [Dragon Roar] x3—— [Counterspell Canceling Spell: Galaxy Reversal] —— [Gamma Magnetic Storm]!

After the spell countermaster has eliminated all the spells, another idiot has sacrificed a weapon of mass destruction... After the colorful lights, there was a bunch of little ants standing on the dance floor。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (ENDS)

An hour later, I put my hand on the big chief: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Sal: "Hahahaha! You're so interesting!"

Voiceover: "How long has it been since he's had such a good time, Chief?"

Voiceover 2: "It's good to be diligent in political affairs every day and take a break occasionally." ”

Voiceover: "Oops!

Voiceover 2: "There are mosquitoes, eat my old cow!"

Then, the Grand Ballroom was destroyed...