When Dezko saw the two men with new equipment again, his eyes almost burst. As a shaman, he was keenly aware of the power contained in these two seemingly ordinary sets of armor. If it weren't for Diego's throwing over a special dragonskin belt with totem slots, he would have screamed.

"Well, for the sake of this master's work, I won't bother with you." The minotaur looked at his belt lovingly, grinning and smirking.

"Hey guys, shouldn't we have a drink for these two sets of goodies?" Nazir? The Blood Spear stood out from behind Dezko and said happily. For more than half a month, as long as the orcs are not worth it, they will run to the broken fangs and Dezko to catch up, and of course, drinking alcohol is also an essential reserved program.

"That's right, that's what I thought." Dezko said with a look of course on his face. Bain? Bloodhoof had led the Minotaur delegation back to Thunder Bluff a week earlier, and he had been left behind to wait for Diego to finish making the leather armor and see them off.

"But before we do that, shouldn't we go and say thank you to the Great Chief? lest he think that we do not know what to do. Diego said quickly, even though more than half a month had passed, he still felt his stomach twitch as soon as he heard about drinking.

"Uh, this ......" Masrae muttered, but his sanity only lasted three seconds before he was defeated by the desire to drink~ "You can go alone, right?" Diego, thank you on my behalf! ”

"This, well, I will." Diego looked at the three drunkards who were about to drool and said helplessly.

……

The Great Chieftain Sal was as busy as ever. After waiting for more than an hour in the waiting room of the Gromash fortress, Diego saw the old orc Itreig walk in.

"Please come with me, the Great Chief will be here with you in about a quarter of an hour." He said succinctly.

They turned a few corners and came to the throne hall. Thrall was discussing something with Sarufar, along with several other orc officers.

"Salute you, Your Excellency, and may the souls of the ancestors be with you." Diego stepped forward. Bend down and salute.

"Hail to you too, human, and may your blade always be sharp." Sal said with a smile.

"I'm here to thank you and say goodbye to you. I can't wait for Lordaeron to get my past back. Diego said respectfully.

"Don't thank me, Diego, you deserve it," Sal said softly, glancing at Diego's new leather armor. "Is this the leather armor made from that dragon's skin? I could feel the surging life, as if it was still alive, still retaining all the magic of its time on the dragon. ”

"Yes, in order to get to this point, Master Carolek put a lot of effort into it." Diego didn't say anything about the effort he put into the leather armor process. Because a twenty-year-old leather master is also a little too appalling.

"I always felt like something was missing." Sal looked Diego's new gear up and down and muttered. Diego was furious at his scrutiny.

"A robe is missing, my chief." Sarufar, who was next to him, saw the problem at a glance.

"You're right, Sarufar." Thrall nodded, then turned to one of the Kukaron guards standing beside him, "Go get a suit-sized robe." ”

The guard walked out quickly, but quickly came back with a dark red robe in his hand. Thrall took the robe from the guard's hand and shook it off. It was a simple sleeveless burqa, with knee-length hems from the waist down, not as cumbersome as a mage's or sorcerer's robe.

"Here, put it on," Sal said with gusto.

Diego did so. He looked down at the bright red tribal insignia on his chest. It's a little emotional, because for a long time, the orc forces represented by this emblem were all mortal enemies of mankind, and the two sides were on the same footing. Never die.

"I'm the first human to wear this robe, right?" He thought to himself.

"Only those who have made outstanding contributions to Orgrimmar are eligible to wear this robe, and for orcs, it is a great honor," Thrall explained solemnly, "but for you who are about to set foot on the land of Lordaeron. The robes have another meaning - the person who wears it represents Orgrimmar, the messenger who protects you more than any amulet, and no forsaken will dare to attack you, because that would mean an offense against Orgrimmar, the orcs, and myself. ”

Diego couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude in his heart, Sal had thought too much about him, far more than he had originally wanted.

"Thank you, thank you very much, Your Excellency the Great Chief, I must say, you are so generous!"

"In fact, I'm going to send you an orc as a companion, because if you and the elves are the only ones who go to the Undercity, you'll be captured and tortured by the Forsaken as spies. The living dead have always been full of malice towards the living. Sal waved his hand and continued.

"If that's the case, you might as well take Nazaire? The Blood Spear was sent to me, and he was my only orc friend before entering the city. Diego pleaded politely, feeling fully attuned to the generosity and warmth of the Great Chief, though he felt that Thrall had done much more for him than he had done to Orgrimmar.

"As you wish." The Great Chief happily agreed. He rubbed his hands together and turned his head to look at Itrieg next to him, "You guys are going to the Undercity this time, and you have one more thing to do for me. ”

"It's an honor to serve you." Diego said quickly. That's right, courtesy, there must be something to ask for, and the enthusiasm and thoughtfulness of Thrall before almost made him wonder if the orcs had any sinister intentions.

"That's right, Itreg once had an old friend in the Old Lordaeron Kingdom in the Hearthvale, a human," he paused and glanced at Diego, but there was nothing unusual on the latter's face, and he didn't seem to have a deep hatred for the friendship between humans and orcs, which made him secretly relieved, "We want you to visit him and pass him a letter." ”

"His name?" Diego asked, though in his mind. There is already a rough guess, except for Tirio? Who else could there be, Fordin?

"Tirio? Fordin, is a paladin. He was also once the lord of the Valley of the Hearth. "Have you ever heard of that name?" ”

I've heard of it too! Diego shouted inwardly. However, he still had to pretend that a normal human should react, he thought for a moment, and said, "I seem to have heard that he should be a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand." A hero in the Orc Wars. ”

"Yes, he is, but now he should be in seclusion." Itreg next to him said with some excitement.

"Well, if you wish, I'll look for it, but I can't guarantee that I'll find it. Because you also know that after the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron, that ghost place is really a mess now, the Forsaken, the Scarlet Crusaders, the Scourge, the Forest Trolls, the High Elves, oh. They now call themselves the Blood Elves ......, and the various forces have stirred up a mess there, and it is no easier to find someone in this situation than to find a needle in a haystack. Diego said matter-of-factly, neither exaggerating nor underestimating the difficulty of the task.

"Do your best," Sal gently encouraged, and it was clear that he knew the difficulties of the trip, "good luck." He finally thumped Diego the chest.

Diego knows. The meeting ended.

"Follow me." Itreg whispered.

On the way back to the broken fangs, Diego feels that this meeting with Sal is so unreal, almost like you walk into a grocery store to buy a nail, but the grocery store owner enthusiastically prepares you with hammers, planks, and other things. Don't want money yet!

Although on the surface, Sal only used a favor to get Carolek to do him a favor, and then gave Diego a shirt. But is the favor of a master leathermaker so much to owe? Once you've used it, it's gone! As for the robe, Thrall was using the prestige of the entire tribe to endorse him. The meaning behind this robe is more than a little heavier than a talisman document.

He just thought about it all the way, completely forgetting about what Sal said about sending the letter, and didn't notice that Sal didn't give him the letter at all! Until he walked into the inn and saw him and Nazaire? The Kukaron Guardian who spoke with the Blood Spear.

"Good luck to you, says the Great Chief." Glancing at Diego as he entered, Cucaron finally spoke, pulling out a roll of wax-sealed parchment from his bosom and handing it to the Blood Spear.

"Please tell the Great Chief, I will complete this task, with the honor of the orcs!" The blood spear carefully put the parchment into his arms and said solemnly.

The Kukaron waved his hand and left.

Diego then understood. It turns out that the real messenger is Nazaire? The blood spear is right. Saar's reasons for sending people with him were of course the ones he mentioned, but there was also the element of having a trustworthy person carry the letters. However, Diego was soon relieved: a letter from a high chief to a former Alliance lord that it was better for him not to touch his hands, lest he cause any serious trouble.

"Hey, Diego, I'm afraid we're going to have to go together again." The Blood Spear, who had put away the letterhead, said excitedly, "Shouldn't we have two drinks for this pleasant trip?" ”

"What's going on?" At the other end of the bar, the Minotaur who was drinking with Masrae asked curiously, "Together?" Where to? ”

"To the Undercity, the Great Chief asked me to escort Diego to the Forsaken's territory, lest he be hacked by our allies of the living dead." The blood spear took a big sip of the wine glass and said, "By the way, send a letter." ”

"Wow, that's awesome!" Dezko was not calm all of a sudden, anyway, he also wanted to go over there to have a look, for a minotaur who had never walked out of Kalimdor for half his life, the legendary prosperous human kingdom had a great attraction, although it was now rotten to scum, but he still did not change his original intention.

"I'm going too!" He shouted through gritted teeth.

“……”

So, after Dezko writes to Bane about his whereabouts, the strange team of a human, a night elf, an orc, and a minotaur leaves Orgrimmar and embarks on a journey to the Undercity. (To be continued.) )