Sylvanas twinkled her seductive red eyes as she stared at Quelsala.

"Sheena, you're still so beautiful!" Quelsala stroked Sylvanas' cheek.

"Quill, who are you talking about as allies? Or is it which race? Sylvanas didn't pay attention to Quel'sala's compliments.

"On the other side of the maelstrom, our former homeland, the east coast of Kalimdor, is a rising force." Quelsala wrapped her arms around Sylvanas' waist and kissed her lips on her forehead.

"This force is made up of the Minotaurs of the Mogaure Plateau and some of the orcs who fled there, and of course the Darkspear tribe of the Trolls. They call themselves tribes! Quelsala finished what she wanted to say, still greedily sniffing at Sylvanas.

"Trolls?" Sylvanas, who had been lying quietly in Quel'sala's arms, suddenly raised her head and slammed the top of her head into Quel'sala's nose.

"Smack"! Quelsala slapped the queen on the ass and said, "Don't move! ”

The queen fell into Quel's arms again and said, "Quill, you want to cooperate with our enemy? ”

"Sheena, the orcs are just like us a wretched bunch of people who have lost their homeland; The trolls of the Darkspear clan don't want to be with other trolls, and you'll find out when you get in touch with them; And the Shuharu of Mogaure are also a bunch of honest cuties, oh, big cuties. Quelsala said to Sylvanas, "We must now put aside our prejudices and unite with each other to resist our common enemy." ”

"Quill, as long as you agree, I have no opinion. After all, the current Forsaken had just become independent, and their current power could not even enter the Western Plague Lands. Sylvanas said, "Quill, you still have this faint smell of tranquilizing flowers. ”

"But how are we going to get in touch with them?" Sylvanas asked, confused.

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to contact them. I believe there will be news soon. Quelsala said nonchalantly.

"Really? It turns out that Brother Quill came to me after thinking about it, didn't he? The queen asked, "What a plan for a rainy day."

"Where, where, aha!" Quelsara got carried away.

"Then go find your El sister!" The queen pushed the swollen Quelsala out, and then a voice came out, "Remember to rest with Eldara and remove the dark energy, you can be contaminated with a lot of death power!" ”

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The east coast of Kalimdor is a stretch of mountain peaks and valleys, as well as barren land. Under the guidance of the Prophet Medivan, Thrall arrived with the orcs rescued from the asylum, who named the land Durontar and founded the city of Orgrimmar here.

Just the day after Quelsara arrived at Bril. Suddenly there was an arcane fluctuation on Durotal's seashore, and a portal opened, and out of it came an elven mage, a ranger general, and a small team of rangers.

"Hadurun, the prince is not wrong, there is indeed a great city here." The elven mage asked.

"Of course, the prince can't be wrong. Romans, it looks like the time has come to test you. Haduron returned.

"Why are you testing me?" Romans was puzzled.

"But the prince said, you are the ambassador, and I am only responsible for the guard!" Haduron returns.

"I'll have to ask the prince for a raise on this trip!" Romans said as he walked towards the city gate.

"A raise is impossible. Or maybe the prince will find you a lover. The prince is very concerned about the inheritance of the descendants of you great men. Haduron teased.

"Old Ha, aren't you the same!" Romans shot back unceremoniously.

The two bickered all the way, and after a while they arrived at the city gate. The guards at the gate stopped everyone and said, "Stop, what are you doing here?" ”