"Are you sure he'll negotiate with us?"

Standing outside the tribe's base camp, Sylvanas asked curiously.

The Windranger had only seen brutal and bloodthirsty orcs, but had never seen truly rational orcs, so Sylvanas felt uncertain and insecure about Ares' negotiation. Not only because of the orcs, but also because of this negotiation, Ares only brought two people, one was her and the other was Ronin...... No matter how many others are, even if Sylvanas knows that he and Ronin have a good job, once they enter the camp and the negotiation fails, they are surrounded by brutal orcs, and they may not be able to escape at that time.

But Ares looked confident, and as the sun rose, the paladin stood straight, his eyes fixed on the massive wooden gate.

"Even if he doesn't negotiate with us, we're coming. The tribe is not a pack of beasts, they have their own sanity and beliefs. This is known from their fight against the Burning Legion. We asked to see the Great Chief of the tribe, and he had to see us, otherwise the doves in the tribe would have a grudge against Saar. Also, you don't know Thrall, he's an orc with a devout faith, an orc who knows the general thing. I'm sure he'll see me again. ”

Standing in front of the tribe's base camp, or even within range of the tribe's archers, Ares said with confidence.

Sylvanas, on the other hand, had a sad look on her face.

"But I heard you ever cheated on him?"

Sylvanas asked worriedly.

"Sort of, but it's been a long time since then. The current situation does not allow Sal to remember the old hatred, otherwise, it will only lead to the situation of the fish being ruined. I suspect the tribe came to the Outlands to bring back their brethren in Nagrand, the uncorrupted orcs. They don't want to stay on the land forever. So, all things considered, I'm sure Saar will make a peaceful choice. ”

Ares returned calmly.

As soon as the words fell, the gate of the tribal fortress in the Dragon Slayer Canyon slowly opened. First, two minotaurs dressed as priests walked in front, and then stood on both sides of the gate, and in the center of the gate, a group of green-skinned orc warriors slowly walked out. The tall, strong orc in the lead was Thrall, the great chief of the tribe that Ares was familiar with. They had fought the biter together in Karimdor.

……

"I'm disgusted by your presence, Ares."

Not surprisingly, Thrall maintained his manners and invited Ares and Sylvanas and Ronin into his fortress. Along the way, apart from the unfriendly gazes of the tribal warriors, there were no other threats. In the Tribal Tent, Thrall received Ares and his party with formal diplomatic protocol. It was only from his words that Ares felt the dissatisfaction in the heart of the great chief of the tribe......

"I'm sorry for what happened at Orgrimmar. But please understand, Great Chief, that if you were me, you would have done the same. ”

In the face of Sal's malicious remarks, Ares replied without humility or arrogance.

"It's okay to be your own master, but we orcs aren't as cunning as you humans. I'd rather take my men and fight into the city and rescue my companions than use such tricks and tricks. ”

Sal said dissatisfied.

"Everybody has their own way of doing things and their own way of doing things, and I don't like to kill, Sal. Unless you absolutely have to, please do not judge the practices of other races by your eyes. ”

Sal was about to speak, but Ares took a step ahead and preemptively changed the topic-

"Well, let's sit together today, I don't think we're here to distinguish between right and wrong. It's about the enemy of the moment. ”

"The enemy of the moment is what you have set up."

Sal went straight back. The other orcs in the tent could be seen roaring in response to their Great Chief. Sylvanas' hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and the atmosphere on the field was suddenly filled with the smell of gunpowder. But looking at the heart of this negotiation - Ares didn't seem to react at all, still sitting calmly in his place.

"I know what you're referring to, Sal. In fact, I am here today for this purpose, yes, the Union soldiers who attacked your men and wounded your men. I'm sorry for that. Varian has punished them, and I apologize on behalf of the Alliance. ”

After Ares finished speaking, the orc chieftains on the field burst into contemptuous laughter. However, despite the cynicism around him, Ares changed his tone and continued—

"However, things are yard by yard, the soldiers of the Alliance belong to the Alliance, please return our soldiers to the Great Chief. The alliance will use its own military law to deal with these soldiers who disobey orders. ”

At this moment, Ares's words froze everyone present. If everything that was said before was an act of friendly diplomacy, then the current remarks are simply an insult to the tribe, and there is no reason for the captured prisoners of war to be returned to the other side? At least not with the orcs.

"I don't think you've figured out your situation, Ares. Do you think the tribe won't do anything to the future? Especially someone like you who is arrogant and conceited, and has no one in sight. ”

Thrall leaned forward a little and raised the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes stared at Ares like a wise old man, looking at his opponent.

Sylvanas was about to draw his sword, but was stopped by Ares. Under the table, Ares took Queen Nozomi's small hand and prevented her from twitching the hilt of her sword. That's when Sylvanas calmed down again. And Luo Ning, who was on the side, was not surprised by such a scene at all. Like Ares, he was still drinking a little wine leisurely, as if he didn't worry about the orcs poisoning it. In fact, he really didn't worry, during the mission with the orc veteran warrior Brooks, Ronin had a new understanding of the tribe, and he knew that the orcs would kill their opponents with swords and axes on the battlefield, but they would not kill the opponent with poison when they were defenseless, which was not in line with the orc's concept of glory and values.

"No, quite the opposite, Sal, I know my situation very well. Surrounded on all sides, there are not only tribes that are either friends or enemies, but also the Burning Legion that has invaded on a large scale. ”

With Ares, Thrall's brow loosened slightly. He knew the meaning of the paladin's words in front of him - peace or war, the choice of the tribe today.

"Legion...... Hmph, the Horde has the strength to fight the Burning Legion. Of course, if you come to the alliance with good intentions, I can talk to you, but if you want to take the captives, I can only say - no way. ”

Sitting on his throne as the Great Chief, Thrall returned solemnly.