Leaders of the tribe and the alliance sat on either side of the table.

"Why do I think you're so familiar?" Garrosh said to Varian with a big grin. "Have we met?"

Varian's brow furrowed unhappily. Lagash's memories told him that he had indeed seen the brown-skinned orc, in the Valley of Glory Arena in Orgrimmar, as an amnesiac gladiator. But the king's pride made him refuse to answer. He gave Garrosh a cold look, but his attention was quickly diverted by another soft, gentle voice.

"Broll, Valella...... If I'm not mistaken, it's this year's Circle of Doom winners! North looked up and smiled nonchalantly, "I'm curious, where did Lagash go?" ”

As he spoke, his gaze had already turned to Varian.

The temperature in Varian's eyes dropped a few degrees, if Garrosh was still a vague memory. The Forsaken General in front of him was impressed.

It's all come to an end, and although Thrall doesn't care about gladiatorial news, he knows that there must be some story in between. His inquiring gaze looked at Gianna.

Gianna glanced at Varian, who was faintly bowing her head.

Gianna breathed a sigh of relief and explained succinctly, "At the last meeting I had arranged, His Majesty Varian had some misfortune on his way to Theramore—he was plotted by the Black Dragon Princess, Onexia. And then...... He became the champion of the arena as you know it, Lagash. Now he has regained his memories and returned to his place again. ”

When Gianna finished speaking, Varian looked at Sal coldly. "I don't think we're here to talk about arena gossip."

Sal nodded, and got back to business. "My people were forced to abandon their homeland and come to the strange Kalimdor. Surviving on this red clay desert is not easy. We have no choice but to mine the forests of the Ash Valley – Durotar has no grass. If I could, I would not want to solve the problem by means of war. ”

"The merchants of the alliance can trade timber with you, but what do we get?" Varian also reined in his thoughts and took it seriously.

"Although Durontal does not produce wood. But minerals are abundant, and we can trade with you with them. There are also animal furs. Sal replied.

Garrosh beside him leaned back in his chair dissatisfied. It's really a meeting of profiteers, he scolded angrily in his heart, what do the orcs want. You should fight and take it with the axe in your hand! Thrall was really raised by humans, has he forgotten the ancient traditions of the orcs?

If it's him...... This burning thought jumped through Garrosh's heart. If he were a chieftain...... Garrosh's hand clenched into a fist unconsciously.

Contrary to Garrosh's thoughts, young Anduin listened intently to his father's conversation with Sal, and he was full of anticipation for the meeting.

Unlike most adults sitting here, Anduin was born in a relatively peaceful era, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the hatred between races without having experienced two orc wars. He simply thinks that if a few words and a piece of paper can bring greater benefits to both sides, why should everyone waste the precious lives of soldiers on the battlefield?

Trivial talks went on for a long time.

When they had finished talking about all the details, Gianna's note-taker wrote them down for them. In duplicate, it was given to the two heads of state for review.

Varian took the parchment. I read it carefully, signed my name at the bottom, and stamped it with a seal.

The same goes for Saar.

"That's it!" Gianna laughed heartily, and as an intermediary, she also left her name under the names of both parties, and exchanged contracts between the two parties. "It's been a little longer—the rain has stopped outside. But. It's worth it, isn't it? ”

Until now, Varian and Thrall, who had not been smiling, had a little smile on their faces.

"Alright, now that it's over." Varian couldn't wait to get to his feet. "I think it's time for us to take our leave."

"So do we," Sal also looked at Gianna, "thank you for your hospitality, Gianna." ”

Garrosh was almost asleep when he heard Sal's words. He almost jumped to his feet and walked outside.

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty Varian." The Blood Elf Countess, who had spoken very little during the conversation, suddenly spoke, and she looked at Valera behind Varian. "My compatriot, will you let her come back to us?"

"Valrela?" Varian froze for a moment, but he quickly understood what Liadlin meant. "She's my guest, and you'll have to ask her what she means when she stays."

Hear the words. Liadline smiled and looked at Valera. "Would you like to go back to Silvermoon City with me?"

"I refuse! I have chosen my own path. I owe allegiance to Varian. Valella's hand tugged at Broll's sleeve. And I've found my family. They're here, not in Silvermoon City. ”

Liadrin's face turned very unsightly for a moment. Viscount Alex behind her couldn't hold back and said, "The blood elves have belonged to the tribe, what can you do if you go to the alliance alone?" Do you know that you are rejecting a kindness from Lord Liadrin? ”

"Alex." Liadrin's face was grim, and she had regained her usual grace and generosity. "We have the right to respect the choice of our compatriots."

Liadline turned her head to Valera and smiled kindly, "Judging by your age, it seems that you are a descendant of the people who have been displaced after the closure of Silvermoon City, and it must be very difficult to live alone for so long. If you want to come back in the future. Feel free to come to me. ”

North watched this scene with a smile on his lips as if he didn't care about himself. No one knows what he's thinking.

After this episode, the group walked through the hallway to the courtyard in front of the central hall.

"I've already ordered you to fetch your weapons, please stay here for a while."

"It looks like it's over." Sia stood at the window and finally saw the group walk into the open-air courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief. But for some reason, a strong uneasiness welled up in her heart, as if it wasn't going to end so easily. She unconsciously looked up at the sky where the clouds had stopped raining.

A blinding reflection hit her eyes, and she couldn't help but cover them with her hands.

"Is it glaring, sunshine?"

No, that's the reflection of the blade.

Hidden behind the thick clouds were dozens of flying beasts.

Each flying beast has a human figure on its body, human, elf, minotaur, orc...... There are all kinds of races. At this moment, the leaders of the tribe and the alliance appeared in the courtyard, and one after another the flying beasts began to sprint downward. Some of the impatient assassins had already drawn their weapons and held them in their hands, the sun shining on the sharp blades, which was the source of the reflection that Shia saw.

"Varian!" Thea was in a hurry, pushing open the window and shouting. "There are assassins!" After saying that, she didn't even have time to run down the stairs, and directly cast a levitation spell on herself, and jumped out of the window.

Hearing the warning, everyone in the courtyard looked around vigilantly, and soon discovered these threats falling from the sky.

"Weapons!" Garrosh roared: "This is a conspiracy of the Alliance, and our weapons have been taken away from them!" ”

"Shut up!" The equally fiery dwarf Salgers shouted, "We are equally unarmed!" ”

Having said that, almost instantly, the Horde and the Alliance formed two circles, united by their respective leaders. Not only is he guarding against this group of guys in the sky who are obviously not good, but he is also careful to guard against each other.

"Guards, guards!" Gianna shouted to her guards.

In her scruples, she didn't go to Varian or Thrall's side, but instead commanded the Praetorian guards to meet the Assassins who descended from the sky.

"This woman is still pretending!" Garrosh grunted in displeasure. "Our whereabouts must have been leaked."

"Garrosh, face your enemies well." Thrall casts a lightning chain at a swooping griffon, and the griffon screams and crashes into the other horned eagle.

But the dwarven assassin on the back of the griffin and the night elf on the horned eagle had already jumped down with agility, waving the weapons in their hands and pounced on Thrall and the others.

"The Great Chief of the Tribe? Your head is the best gift to the Lord! ”

This sentence made Sal's pupils shrink suddenly. These Assassins were indeed prepared. But he didn't have time to think about it at this time, and a thunderstorm shook the assassin in front of him.

And things aren't much better on Varian's side.

Thrall can still control the elemental battle, and the two nobles of the blood elves can use the blood knights of the holy light, although they can't kill the assassins, they can also suppress one or two.

Most of the people on Varian's side are hand-to-hand combat professions, and they can only fight with their bare hands without weapons, and their combat effectiveness has dropped by more than one notch, and Sarges's arm is just right, so it is two things to say that he does not have to make the upper force. Plus there is also a child who has little combat power, Anduin.

As a result, they had a much harder time facing the orcs, undead, and other tribal assassins who jumped from bats and wyverns than they did on Thrall's side.

Thea knew she couldn't help in the past, but her worries about Anduin overrode all her other thoughts, and she couldn't just stand there calmly, and she ran desperately towards Anduin.

Browl relied on the thick skin of the bear form in front of Anduin, and blocked many attacks for Anduin.

"Shadowwalk!" An Assassin dodged behind Anduin's back. "Give me your head, little cub."

"No!" Thea screamed. She raised her hands in the air, emitting a terrifying black light that instantly hit the assassin's body.