"You're sabotaging my efforts!" Gianna said sternly, her face flushed a little from the atmosphere. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "You're provoking a war between the Union and the Horde!"

"Dawn Light is not part of the Alliance, Lady Gianna. Benny pressed his hands down, motioning for Gianna to calm down. "The goal of this battle is to drive the Warsong Clan out of the Ashen Valley, so that we can better solve the Nightmare problem. You should be aware that destroying the ecological balance in the forest will make the invasion of nightmares and the spread of curses more quickly. You should know what Felwood Forest looks like now. ”

"I've convinced Sal and Varian that they're getting ready to sit down at the negotiating table!" Gianna said sternly, even higher. "And because of your army! Thrall is already gathering an army of orcs!"

"Can I meet Thrall?" said Benny, spreading his hands. "I'll prove to you that negotiation won't solve the problem of Ashengue. "The Warsong Lumberyard of Ashenvale became the most important source of timber for the tribe in later generations, and the tribe could not give it up through negotiations, and the position of the Great Chief of Thrall did not allow him to make a decision like a human king, and he needed to consider the interests of the various clans, not just the tribes.

"Are you so sure?" Gianna snorted and turned her head.

"You know the tribe better than I do. Benny's face tensed. "Don't fool yourself, Ms. Gianna. ”

"Of course not!" Gianna turned and walked out of the room. "I'll let Thrall meet with you, and don't let your army attack until again. ”

"Time, ma'am. I need an exact time. ”

"Tomorrow at noon, I'll come to you. Gianna walked out of the room without looking back.

"Let the army prepare. Benny looked at Ron, who was standing behind him. "Let's get the rangers to clean up the orc scouts in the woods. ”

"Yes!" Ron thumped his chest.

"Don't you wait for Gianna?" said a silent Tyrande.

"Do you think she'll make it?" Benny asked with a smile.

"No, it won't. Tyrande shook her head, she knew the orcs too. She had fought with orcs, and she had fought alongside her. "I've assembled a 2,000-strong Sentinel Force, and they'll fight with you. ”

"No, Your Excellency High Priest. Your troops are to be placed at the entrance to the Ash Valley. ”

Gianna left the Silverwing Fortress in a rage, she didn't understand why Benny was 'going back on his word', he said that he was only here to solve the Nightmare problem, he would not meddle in the affairs of the Horde and the Alliance!

She glanced at the massive fortress behind her, waved her hand and disappeared into the blue light.

She'll fix it, just like she did before.

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At the junction of the Barren Land and the Ash Valley, Camp Morshan.

This is the logistics base for the Warsong Clan, and it is here that the timber from the Warsong Lumber Yard is transported to Orgrimmar, and Orgrimmar's supplies are transported here.

And Saar, who used this as his front-line command post.

"We should discuss this matter at Warsong Fortress, High Chief. "Gargok was more 'like' an orc than Sal, with a thick tone, as if he was roaring at all times, his well-developed muscles that always made his arms spurt with blood, a red armor with spikes, and the Warsong clan robes that never left him----- not the tribal ones.

"I think it's up to me, Gargok!" Thrall knows how to get along with humans, and Ogrim has learned how to get along with his people, and patience is not the way to get along with orcs.

"I just think it's better to see the rats there. Gargok bared his sharp fangs, not at the Great Chief, it was just his habit.

"Did they attack?" Sal asked.

"We've lost a lot of scouts. Gargok said, touching the tomahawk on his waist. "But there is no sign of attack, those rats will only sneak around!"

"How many troops do we have?"

"4000, Great Chief, you can increase if you want!" "Warsong Clan, all the people are soldiers, even those lumberjacks can kill one or two elves with the axe in their hands, and then drink their blood!

"How many are there? I mean, Camp Morshan. Sal asked.

"500 people. Gargok grinned. "There aren't many people, but they're all elites, and 10,000 elves don't even want to break through here, Great Chief. ”

"Don't underestimate the elves, we've seen the power of the druids!" Thrall hated the arrogance of his people, who had paid countless unbearable costs for it, but who had never been able to remember the lessons.

"When are we going to attack?" Gargok didn't like 'pointless' 'meetings', and the High Chief was here, hoping to show him the power of the Warsong Clan, as well as his own.

"We ----"

"Great Chief!" a Kukaron soldier walked in, he looked around, walked over to Thrall and whispered a few words.

"Tell her it's not the right time. Thrall said with a frown.

"And what's the right time?" A burst of blue light flashed in the center of the room, and Gianna stood there, looking at Sal with inexplicable eyes.

"How dare you enter here, human!" Gargok roared, drawing his tomahawk and pounced.

"Stop!" Thrall scrambled to his feet, but without any need for him to stop him, Gargok was already wrapped in a cloud of ice.

"It doesn't hurt, but it calms him down. Gianna glanced at Gargok and snorted angrily in her heart, the Warsong Clan, everything started because of them.

"Are you here to show off your magic?" said Sal's voice a little stern, and he reached out to block the Kukaron guards behind him.

"I'm here to stop the war!" Gianna looked at Sal with a solemn face. "Benedict Smith has asked to see you. ”

"I don't see any other humans but you!" Thrall's voice remained unchanged, already pointing.

"He agrees to negotiate with you, Sal, but it requires your consent!"

"Unless he comes here. Sal gestured to Gianna's feet, where a hint of hoarfrost still hung on. "Orcs can't be weak!"

"Negotiation is not called weakness!"

"But now, negotiation is called weakness!" Now there is no point in negotiation at all, Sal sighed in his heart, Gianna didn't know, she just didn't want to know.

"Do you have to provoke a war?" a hint of weakness suddenly appeared on Gianna's face. "You're going to sit back and watch our alliance ruin?"

"I'll negotiate, Gianna. Sal's voice softened. "But I said, not now!" (To be continued.) )