"Zarna, I was ordered by the Great Chief to take these little guys to familiarize themselves with the architectural layout and purpose of Orgrimmar City, but I didn't expect it to cause a misunderstanding."

When Lunsack saw the female troll, he became noticeably calmer.

It's no wonder, after all, he is in front of the unofficial leader of Spirit Valley, the troll priest Zarna, one of the few trolls who can truly comprehend the Holy Light.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, there's no need to make a noise. Right, guys? ”

Zarna looked around, and all she saw was a look of adoration and admiration, which showed that the practitioners gathered here regarded her as a treasure.

"Lunsack, I have just received a message from the Grand Chief, telling us to attend the Chieftaincy's meeting as well. I'll send you out of the valley! ”

Zarna slowly walked from the hut to Kodomon, gently stroking the beast with her hand, who seemed to enjoy the female troll's caress and let out a low grunt.

"Let's go!"

Zarna patted the pitiful head of the Kodomon, which was small to its body, and then walked ahead to lead the way.

Before Lunsack could take the reins, Kodomon turned around and set off behind Zarna, leaving only Lunsack in a daze.

"I'm sorry just now, please continue to meditate!"

Before leaving, Lunsack did not forget to apologize to the cultivators by the pond, after all, what the little trolls had just said was a bit too much.

Seeing that Zarna had left with the little trolls, the cultivators by the pond stopped pursuing it, sat down one after another, and began to meditate again.

"Lensack, please forgive their sensitivity. Practicing magic and contemplating the Holy Light in the tribe is the behavior of a few people, but if it weren't for the support of the Great Chief and Lord Wojin, I am afraid that they would be treated as infidels! ”

Zarna tilted her head sideways, looked at Lunsack with clear eyes, and slowly apologized to the orc veteran.

"I don't think there's any harm in learning more about magic, shamans also have elemental magic, and so do witch doctors, so what's the difference between a mage, a priest, or even a warlock?!"

The female troll seems to be very open to the acquisition of magical knowledge, which is what she said when she persuaded the Great Chief to allow the tribesmen to rest their magic.

Since it is good to be able to obtain more and better magical knowledge for the tribe to use, it should be supported.

Of course, the tribal tradition is still shamanic teachings, and it will naturally take a little more time for these new practitioners of magic to gain acceptance.

"I see what you mean, Zarna!"

Although he was not a fan of magic, he at least did not have a strong rejection, although he himself believed in his strong body and perfect combat skills.

"Where are you going to put these little ones going? You can't take them around Orgrimmar all the time, right? ”

Zarna suddenly asked a question that Lunsack hadn't even considered, and the latter suddenly felt that his head was big.

As the military leader of the Guardian Legion of the Valley of Strength, it would have been easy to ask Lensack to arrange a few recruits, but he had no idea how to place these little guys.

"Go to the Shadow Rift and find Varna! It should be for these little guys, they seem to be in tune with Varna. ”

Zarna had already examined the seven little trolls, and she finally gave Lensack a faint suggestion with a frown.

"You asked me to take them to your sister's? Okay, that's a good idea, because it's close to an orphan shelter. ”

Rensack was overjoyed, and the placement of the little troll, which had been a headache for him, was solved by Zarna in a few words.

"Then take them there! I'm going straight to Wisdom Valley from here. ”

Zarna stood at the three-way intersection of the Spirit Valley and the Valley of Wisdom and Strength, and turned back to Lunsack and said.

"Varna will like these little ones, and if she doesn't accept it, you tell her I'll let you go to her."

With a smile on her face, Zarna walked alone in the direction of the Valley of Wisdom, while Rensack took the reins of the Kodomon and headed in the direction of the Valley of Strength.

The orc warrior was a little confused at this time, and Zarna's expression after glancing at the little troll just now made him a little concerned.

Although Rensack is not a shaman and can communicate with elemental spirits, as an orc who adheres to tradition, he can also feel some elemental powers and resonate with souls.

Zarna's heart was obviously fluctuating just now, and she was naturally soft in her heart when she could perceive the holy light, but she didn't seem to be so close to these little trolls.

"Zarna is a priest and Varna is a witch doctor, and this pair of troll sisters is a bit unusual!"

Lunsack muttered to himself, but kept moving from the Valley of Power towards the Dark Alley.

The Shadow Rift is located in the deep underground valley surrounded by the Dark Alley area, and there are only two entrances and exits, one of which is not far from entering the Dark Alley area.

"Come down, little ones! The next road, this big guy is not easy to walk. ”

Lunsack beckoned the seven little trolls to come down from the giant Kodomon, and the little ones crawled down the Kodomon's front legs one by one.

"I remember this place, it's the Dark Alley District, what are we doing here?"

As soon as Jarro's feet touched the ground, he spoke excitedly to Lensack, and the little girl seemed very happy, perhaps it was not very comfortable for a troll to sit on top of Kodomon......

"The big chief is holding a meeting of chiefs, I don't know when it will end, I'll find you a place to rest first, lest you run around and get lost, Orgrimmar is very big!"

Rensack told him what he was going to do, and looked at the little trolls triumphantly, feeling good about his arrangement.

"You're going to put us here? There's no sunlight at all, and you're treating us like Night Elves? ”

The little troll Jarro suddenly changed his face, although the trolls have strong night vision, they still prefer places with sunlight.

Such a bleak environment seems to be more similar to the area where the Night Elves live, right?!

For trolls, all the Night Elves feel good, they feel bad......

Even the little trolls have never seen a real Night Elf at all, but they are still very concerned about the inheritance that is deeply rooted in the bloodline of the race.

"I'm the chief of the Frostspear Clan, did you just send me and my people like that?"

Jarro asked again, this time feeling offended, as if the orc veteran was looking down on her and contempt for her own clan.

"I want to see the Great Chief, Queen Sylvanas has not neglected us so much, can you, as the military leader of the orcs, bully us like this?"

Jarro actually roared, and after screaming, he actually began to cry......