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Four shareholders:

Oss himself represented both the Dwarven kingdom and the community of interests in the East Daron Mill Glades, led by the Garithers and Rivendells; And the Snow Mountain Brotherhood naturally represents the dwarves and the dwarfs.

Danas represents Riptide Castle, and the Tolbaine family, a descendant of Ignaeus, are known for their bravery in the Seven Kingdoms of the Terrans, and are respected by their people wherever they go.

Especially the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and Sir Lothar standing behind the Iron Horse Brotherhood, don't look at Sir is not a king now, or even a fief, but only mention one identity - a descendant of Soladin the Great! Not to mention the Seven Kingdoms of the Terrans, even in the arrogant and xenophobic Kingdom of Quel'Salas, you can get a basic pass!

In this way, until the ogres of the Mocking Skull Clan have not made another unforgivable mistake, even if some people do not want to see the ogres receive such good treatment, or are jealous of the huge profits that this Mocking Skull Preservation may generate, they will never come forward to target it.

"What about the slaves of the Mocking Skull Clan?" Ser Lothar asked, "Are you still going to give it to the half-blood orc named Lexa?" ”

Oss nodded and replied, "Half-blood orcs, they have always been called mongrels by pure-blood orcs, and they have been treated differently, and this will not change for a long time to come. And this congenital antagonism, coupled with wise leadership, Durotan and Lexa, plus the great threat of the Burning Legion......"

Oss didn't say the rest of the words, and it sounded too much like a naked exploit to say them, but Sir Lothar was able to understand them.

"Can you guarantee that they won't be on the opposite side of the alliance again? Although the solution is a good way, Durotan and Lexa, the alliance knows almost nothing about them, and the plan is completely based on your personal trust in them! Sir Lothar's expression was unusually serious, he didn't want the day when Oss would be charged with the orcs again.

"Huh." Oss burst out laughing, making everyone a little puzzled, "I can't guarantee it. ”

Khadgar said directly: "Then you dare to do this?!" Even if the charge of 'treason' is not actually carried out, can you say that it has no effect on you?! ”

Meeting the eyes of the three of them, Oss said his memory unhurriedly: "The alliance will win, there is no doubt about it!" Gul'dan won't live long, the Shadow Council will collapse, and the Burning Legion's invasion plans will be shattered with the defeat of the Horde! But in five years, ten years, or fifteen years, before the Burning Legion returns, I can't guarantee that the orcs led by Durotan or Lexa will not clash with the Alliance over survival and resources. ”

"Uh......," said Sir Lothar, smirking in surprise, "ha, you, five years is too long, as long as you don't rebel in this war, that's enough." ”

After all, neither Oss nor Sir Lothar are black-hearted people, let alone ruthless. And it was enough to put Durotan and Lexa back into the tribe, use them against the evil people who had defected to the Burning Legion and died unrepentantly, and then check and balance the many clans, so no more will be asked.

When everything was agreed, Oss bowed solemnly: "Then, sir, please." ”

Sir Lothar stepped forward, supported Oss, and then looked at Khadgar, who had short gray hair and looked much older than himself, and his heart suddenly became heavy: "You guys...... Alas! Harold is on standby at the Hoop excavation site, and I have everything ready for you...... You guys...... Take care! ”

Oss was smiling, after all he had been through, it was not stressful for him to go to the other side of the Dark Gate.

"Hey! Don't do that, sir, we're just going to see another planet, oh! By the way, bring back some treasures! I have to say, Khadgar's reassuring look was a little funny, "When we return, the alliance may have won a devastating victory under your leadership, and I can write a travel book to another world when I return to Dalaran, and I can make a fortune in the first place!" ”

"Will Kenrito still cost you?" Oss knows the truth.

Khadgar sneered, "That's different, they only pay the bill, and they never give me shiny gold coins!" ”

"Hahaha!"

"Haha!" Danas was actually amused, the one-meter-nine man with a scar on his face laughed extremely awkwardly!

……

An hour and a half later, Oss and Khadgar were over the hoop excavation site.

For so many days, if I had to use one word to describe the life of the ogres of the Mocking Skull Clan, it would be - Bei'er Shuang!

Food, the Pirenod family has enough!

It can be said that it is no problem to hold on to death, Aiden is waiting for his prospective son-in-law Os, to send him an ogre guard squadron!

Drink, the Snow Mountain Brotherhood will take care of enough!

The dwarves have been producing spirits for more than 200 years, and they have collected fine wines from all regions, flavors, and ethnic groups from all over the world.

The ogres are really comfortable, and they don't have to worry about fighting and killing anymore, and the hoop excavation site is filled with the smell of alcohol, like a rain and fog. And the ogres broke out of the vortex of war and did only two things every day except eating and drinking:

The one-headed ogres compete with each other, and they are stubborn when they have nothing to do;

Two-Headed Ogres...... It's to look at the one-headed ogres, and it's okay to fight stubbornly......

"Alas!" Looking down at Khadgar below, he sighed deeply.

"What's wrong with you?"

Khadgar's eyebrows condensed slightly, and his expression was rather melancholy: "It's nothing, it's just a little ...... Not very comfortable......"

"Why?"

"These ogres, I've seen them...... You know what I've seen, Os. Khadgar's words were staccato and unstoppable, knowing that the ogre clan below had taken refuge in Oss, "I...... I'm not convinced! The ogre's hands were covered in blood, and he was able to ...... To be able to get such a nice ending with impunity......"

When Oss heard this, he fell silent for a moment.

Khadgar turned sideways and patted Oss on the shoulder, but persuaded him: "Don't care, I'm not saying that your approach is bad, and I can understand that the current situation is more favorable than to deal with them through the means of war and pay the price of casualties." ”

Oss sighed, he felt sorry for the people who had died, but his time was fixed: he had been in three hundred years ago, and he had to come back three years after his time roaming, and everything that should have happened in the south had happened, and he didn't have time to do it.

As for changing everything three hundred years ago, Oss didn't think about it like this, let alone have the ability to do it, because the first one to stop him in front of him would definitely be the Bronze Dragon Legion, and it would be the Lord of Time, Nozdorm!

"Perhaps, this is a kind of foolish blessing, although it is not appropriate......"

Khadgar smiled bitterly twice and said, "Of course it's not appropriate, the ogre's head is not bright, but it can't be called a fool, and no one will dare to take this race like a weapon of war as a fool." ”

Oss took a deep breath, and without the boulder dam, Lockmodan gradually dried up: "Let's go down, complete the transfer of the Mocking Skull Clan, and we can set off as soon as possible." ”

Khadgar said as he manipulated the magic flying carpet, "To be honest, I wasn't as confident in front of Sir as I was, you remember, I told you when I first left Dalaran with you, and the prophecy magic showed that I can't seem to go back......"

"Don't worry, you'll be able to go back."

Khadgar still believes more in the prophetic magic he has learned: "But I've had a bad feeling lately that something bad is coming. ”

"Then you have to make an accurate prediction, so we can deal with it in advance." Oss said, and when the altitude dropped to one or two hundred meters, he jumped off the magic flying carpet and completed the state of the gods in the air.

"Boom!"

The steel body smashed into the earth like a boulder falling, and the movement was so great that whether it was a sleeping ogre or a drunken ogre, he woke up immediately.

It took six or seven seconds for Khadgar to float to the ground, like a leaf, in stark contrast to Oss.

"Do you have to play like this?" Khadgar was speechless.

"Ahem...... Uh, no way, who told the ogres to believe this......" Oss was embarrassed.

Up to this day, the ogres of the Skull Clan have been overtreated with good wine and meat, and they have no sense of defense at all. They staggered from all over the mound of the hoop excavation site, barely with a weapon left.

It wasn't until they saw their new chief that they became refreshed and radiated with enthusiasm and energy.

"Wow! It's the chief! ”

"The Chief is back!"

A group of ogre warriors ran out to greet them, and they hurriedly offered food and wine.

"Goo...... Our new chief is so imposing! One of the heads of a two-headed ogre mage said, and the other asked, "Guess how fat the chief is?" You can step out of a big hole by walking! ”

The head who spoke first reprimanded: "You are so stupid, the chief obviously fell from the sky!" ”

The two heads continued to ask themselves, "How did the chief fall from the sky?" Could it be that the chieftain can fly? ”

"Oh! I really don't want to share a body with you, you idiot! If the chief could fly, how could he fall from the sky and smash a big hole! ”

In the middle, Khadgar covered half of his face with his left hand, and flicked Oss's ankle with his right hand, and there was a jingle sound: "I see that I seem to be wrong, Os, they are so stupid!" ”

Speaking of which, Khadgar really doesn't understand that most of the one-headed ogres are not only not smart in their heads, but also have not very good eyes.

One day, at noon, there sat a little female dwarf who came to help across from an ogre. Unexpectedly, this ogre only cared about stuffing meat into his mouth, such as roasting whole pigs, roasting whole sheep, but his arms, which were longer than the width of the table, and his hands bigger than the pu fan, picked up the little dwarf opposite, and he was about to stuff it into his big mouth without looking, so that he could swallow it in one gulp, and in the end, the dwarf sitting next to him reacted quickly enough.

However, the little dwarf who was scared and cried didn't have a place to reason, who let her sit there and eat with her head down, and her little head was not as high as the pork ribs on the table! The ogre is indeed invisible!