"Great Chief, don't laugh at me, Narro said before that I analyze things quickly and react a little slow to draw conclusions......"

Sakin touched his fangs and said embarrassedly to the Great Chief.

"So, how long do you want to postpone your trip to the Undercity?"

The Great Chief couldn't help but laugh when he saw Sakin's performance, but he quickly regained his composure and asked about Sakin's plans.

"Three days."

Sakin didn't think much of it, and blurted out that he had already planned that he wanted to wait until Nirul Fireblade knew about it before going to the Undercity.

Although he knew in his heart that since the Great Chief had already planned, whether he was there or not would have no impact on the outcome of this matter at all, he still wanted to stay and witness the end of the matter with his own eyes.

"No, you set off for the Undercity tomorrow as planned, and Lexa will be with you."

The High Chief directly vetoed Sakin's request, and he had no intention of allowing Sakin to remain involved.

"Why? I can help, Great Chief, if these guys don't take this opportunity to uproot, they will definitely plot again in the future to overthrow the rule of the tribe. ”

Sakin looked a little impatient, and he wanted to help solve this incident as soon as possible and get everything back on track.

Lexa frowned, he also saw that Sakin was a little abnormal, but for what exactly, the Beastmaster had no clue.

In fact, Sakin's heart is that he does not want to have any more conflicts within the tribe, and cannibalism has never been a situation he wants to see.

"Sakin, do you think the tribe is all waste?"

The High Chief suddenly asked Sakin a sharp question, but the answer to the question was obvious, and the trolls certainly wouldn't think so.

"No, the tribe doesn't have waste."

Sakin categorically rejected the claims of the Saar, and he always aspired to fight for the survival and glory of the tribe like the legends of the tribe.

"In that case, what are you worried about?"

Saar's words changed sharply, as if to persuade Sakin not to take everything on him, which is by no means what a good leader should be.

Delegating authority to trustworthy people is another thing that Sakin should learn from in this incident if he wants to be a good leader.

"I ......"

Sakin was speechless for a moment, he seriously thought about the words of the Great Chief, as if he was indeed worried too much, and it was completely unnecessary.

There are so many tribes that are stronger than themselves, can't they solve the crisis caused by a Fireblade clan?

He wouldn't have believed it!

"Anything else to say?"

Sal asked Sakin softly, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips, and it seemed that he was not displeased by Sakin's excessive concern.

"No, Great Chief. I understand! ”

In the end, Sakin passed the hurdle in his heart.

Don't say that your current strength is not so strong, even if you are as powerful as Thrall, Lexa, or Woking, there is no guarantee that you will be able to handle all the affairs of the tribe.

"Hmmm! Then you can set off for the Undercity tomorrow with Lexar as planned! ”

Thrall spoke, and Lexa nodded affirmatively, and then made a gesture of praise to Sakin, the Beastmaster was sure that Sakin understood the Great Chief's intentions.

"By the way, this time in addition to Lexar and your boar man friends, there is one other person who will be traveling with you."

Sakin looked at the Great Chieftain and wondered who Thrall would let go with him to the Undercity to complete the task of deciphering the small scrolls.

"Nazgrell, please let him in."

The Great Chief gave the order to his chief of guard, and the powerful wolf cavalry commander quickly went out and brought someone in.

This is a troll scholar who looks somewhat similar to Woking, with long red hair and pale blue skin, but with a thinner appearance.

"Great Chief, thank you for summoning."

The troll came to Thrall, fell to his knees respectfully, and saluted the Great Chief.

It is a ritual of worship for trolls, usually only used when bowing down to the god of belief of a troll, and it is a very ancient way.

Sakin frowned, he actually understood the movements of this troll, and with the continuous awakening of the bloodline in his body, it seemed that the knowledge and inheritance of many ancient trolls began to emerge.

The chief didn't know the meaning of this way of kneeling, and only thought that the other party was too polite.

"...... is he?"

Sakin stopped talking, he always felt that he had seen the troll scholar somewhere, but for a moment he couldn't remember anything.

"This is Yekia, a scholar of ancient civilizations and gods. He is currently leading a tribal expedition to explore the ancient ruins of the ancient trolls. ”

The Grand Chief introduced Yekia to Sakin, who kept frowning as he remembered where he had seen the troll.

"Yekia?!"

Sakin struggled to remember, and after a difficult search, he had finally connected Jarro and the others to the troll named Yekia in front of him.

"Jarro, they left Orgrimmar with you, right?"

Sakin finally remembered the name Yekia, which he had heard in his coma when he had been in the Alterac Valley.

Later, when Satin travels with Lexa in the wilderness and solves the centaur crisis in the Barrenlands, he learns that his companion had left with Yekia.

"Jarro?! That's right, she and her people did join my expedition, are you? ”

Yekia got up from the ground and looked at Sakin suspiciously, unaware that the troll in front of him was the first troll to be rescued by Woking in the Alterac Valley.

"My name is Sakin, son of Woking, of the people of Jarro."

Sakin didn't say much, just simply reported his name and looked at the other party calmly.

"Are you...... Sagin?! ”

Yekia's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that the youngest troll at the time had been able to develop into what he was now in such a short period of time.

"That's right, it's me. Are they okay? Where are they now? ”

Sakin answered Yekia's question in the affirmative, and then eagerly inquired about the situation of Jarro.

"They're going to the south to the Tanaris Desert, where there are legends and relics of ancient troll activity, and I'll join them later."

Trying to make herself look less surprised, Yekia spoke calmly about where they were going and what they were going to do.

"Tanaris Desert?!"

Sargin certainly hadn't heard of the Tanaris Desert, a golden world of wind, sand and heat waves as opposed to the white world of snow and cold winds in the Alterac Mountains.