Truth be told, it's easy for a hunter to leave a place, and it doesn't even take much effort to pack their bags, because in a world where most of the area is wild, no one knows the wilderness better than them, and knows how to survive in this vast land.

However, the enthusiasm of the orcs and minotaurs had to be delayed by Diego and Masrae. The days of celebration had made it a luxury for both of them to stay awake - the wine made by the orcs was by no means a fine wine, but it was stronger and hotter than any of the races of Azeroth, and it was like a flame in the throat, as if swallowing a hot iron bar. In the blink of an eye, there was a burst of dizziness, as if someone had been punched in the head, and the eyes of the burning person were bloodshot, and the whole body was hot, like falling into a fire cave, like bathing in magma, and the end was bold, angry and angry.

It wasn't until a week later that the two men came to their senses, and Diego felt like he had picked up a life. But before they could discuss an excuse to slip away, Sarufar rushed to the hotel with Sal's invitation.

Almost desperately, Diego once again arrived with Masrae at the fortress of Grommache. To his surprise, the invitation was not a feast, but a token of gratitude—although he was not merciless when he caught Ding, but the great chief of the orcs was also quite generous when he was rewarded.

"Do you have any requirements, my friends? For true friends, orcs never hesitate to repay him by taking out the last piece of bread. Sitting high on the throne, Thrall asked with a smile.

"We only want two tickets to the Undercity, and one permit to travel through that area, because in Kalimdor, I'm afraid you're the only one who can command the Forsaken in that ruins. Know that your prestige is terrifying even in the Lordaeron region, and that will be the greatest protection we can travel in that land. Diego replied quickly. His posture was extremely low, and there was no lack of flattery in his words.

"Travel?" Thrall asked with interest.

"Yes, for some reason, I lost my previous memories. Now just go get it back. ”

"It's not a hassle, it's just a permission, but in my opinion, it's not enough to reward you for your contribution to Orgrimmar. Maybe you can make some other requests. The Great Chief said disapprovingly, apparently believing that this was a trivial matter and not enough to reward them for their work.

I didn't expect Sal to agree so happily, Diego was stunned for a moment, he had been thinking about this request before. I didn't think about anything else at all. But at that moment, Masrae had an idea and remembered something else.

"As far as I know, Orgrimmar has the finest tanners and the most well-equipped tanning workshops that have produced many masterpieces, including some of the most famous Wild Heart sets that have been passed down in epic times, such as the most famous Wild Heart set, made by Master Caroloec." He didn't make a request, but suddenly talked about the orc's skin-making skills.

"Yes. Indeed it is. Thrall replied proudly, he would never speak of the mistakes of the orcs, and he would not be too modest about the merits of the orcs. Because in Draenor, the hometown of the orcs, back in ancient times, the orcs who lived a primitive and simple life of fishing and hunting began to use the fur of the beast to keep warm and protect themselves. When it comes to leathermaking, they consider themselves to be no match for any of the races of Azeroth.

"But Wild Hearts is already fighting with Admiral Dalin? In that naval battle of Proudmoor, he sank into the sea with his master, and we did not try to salvage the dead so as not to disturb their rest. He recalled with some gloom. If the Night Elf wanted this leather armor, he'd probably have to send someone to rummage through the warehouse to see if there were any other replacements.

"No, no. That's not what I meant," Masrae said quickly, "Actually, we just wanted to ask Master Calolek to make two sets of leather armor for us, and the materials could be provided by us." ”

With that, he gave Diego a gentle kick. The latter hurriedly took the dragon skin out of the demon cloth bag. He wasn't worried about the treasure being exposed. Because the hall is full of people with status, it is not enough to covet their things. What's more, just the existence of Bane's friend, is enough to make others unable to think otherwise.

"This is ......" Sal looked at the black leather with some curiosity, for a while, he couldn't see what kind of material it was, but he was still keenly aware of the faint dragon power emanating from the leather, "...... Dragonskin? ”

"Yes, our loot in Onexia's lair." Masrae helped Diego spread out the dragon skin, showing it generously to everyone. They hadn't had time to clean it up since they got it, and they could still see dried blood stains and residual muscles.

"Yes, Itreig and I mentioned that you are dragon slaying heroes." Sal patted his head and said. He stood up from his throne and went to the dragon skin to take a closer look, because it was a rarity even in the eyes of a big man like him, and the skin of a wurm such as a velociraptor or pterodactyl and a two-sailed dragon was already rare, let alone the skin of a pure dragon.

"Wow, I didn't think you got such a good thing when you left, you know, it was a desperate moment at the time, and everyone was busy running for their lives!" Dezko shouted from the side, not hiding the envy on his face at all, "I don't care, you have to cut one for me, I'm missing a belt, and the ordinary Kodo animal skin belt can't fit my totem pole at all." ”

It's not too much to ask, how much material can be used up for a belt, and for Dezko, it's more useful for him to use as a memorial and a sign of bragging to his friends - lo and behold, we're dragon slaying heroes too.

"No problem, there will be your belt." Diego replied with a smile.

"It's amazing, I never thought that there would be such magical patterns on the flesh and blood, this is simply a gift from the Creator!" Thrall carefully observed the almost innate magic pattern on the dragon skin, and said in admiration, he pointed to one of the flame-like patterns, "Look, this is the flame magic pattern. ”

"This is the Regeneration Pattern." He nodded another vein.

For many people, the study of magic patterns is a very profound science, but for shamans, it is not so complicated and difficult to understand, because the various ancient patterns they depict on the totem pole are similar to these natural magic patterns.

Under his guidance, everyone curiously recognized these magical patterns until Sal coughed and straightened up.

"I can't watch it anymore, I can't suppress my greed anymore." He whispered, and walked towards his throne. He took out a totem pole painted with a blue pattern from the throne and handed it to Diego, "Take this, go to Carolek and ask him to help you make two sets of leather armor." ”

"And a belt!" Dezko added on the side. (To be continued.) )