Chatting with smart people is just a pleasure, the holy light barrier on Ren Fan's body is as dazzling as a lighthouse in the dark night, there is no way, he has no possibility of dimming the holy light. After the battle in turn, the orcs also knew what this light represented, and the healer was always the first target to kill, needless to say. For a while, Ren Fan only listened to a burst of ping-pong bows and arrows smashing on the shield like rain, because he was not worried about being pierced, so this guy talked and laughed quite like Zhuge Kongming's grass boat borrowed arrows back then, and he didn't know if he could play 800 different tricks by giving him a guqin.

However, the shortcomings of talking to smart people are also obvious, I don't know what's going on, and when Ren Fan left, he found that he patted his chest and made a lot of guarantees. Forget it, talking to people is also an art, and it's clear that Bowval does a great job of it. It's a big deal to stay in his defense zone tomorrow, and the orc soldiers can't penetrate his armor, so even being a humanoid healing fountain is not a big problem.

Ren Fan was in a good mood, but on the other side, Guldan's mood was not so beautiful. The reason is simple, his performance is not up to standard, and the bigwigs of the Forgiveness Legion express their anger at his inaction and inform him to take punishment if he does not do anything again.

And why...... Quite simply, the Sargeras boss was tossed and disgraced, and the little bugs in Azeroth became more and more unhappy. The big guy is unhappy, and the younger brothers naturally have to show a little achievement. As the second-in-command of the Legion, Kilgardan had a cordial, friendly, and forgiving exchange with Gul'dan on the Legion's mainstream core values and corporate culture.

The exact content of the exchange was not clear to Gugar, but when he saw Gul'dan again, he found that his already miserable green face had become even greener......

"Isn't my test ready yet!" Guldan's mood was not beautiful, looking at Gugal who was pretending to be stupid, he naturally didn't have much of a good face. The evil energy fireball in his hand flickered and dimmed, reflecting the smile on his face that was hideous for a while and weird for a while. His legs went limp, and Gugal almost fell to his knees. Trembling, he trembled and said:

"Guldan...... Lord Guldan, the test subjects are not very used to their bodies...... And human beings ....... Humans are too weak to adapt to evil powers, and the test subjects say they can't use their original strength......"

"Tell them to get ready to execute the plan, tomorrow!"

"But, Lord Guldan, if you send them to battle now......"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Guldan glanced at Gugar with a smile, and at this moment, Gugar, who was already 'shaky', fell directly to his knees on the ground, his body trembling. Just one look made him feel the fear of his soul. Leaving the tent on his knees, the skin curtain blocking the seeping gaze, Gugar breathed a sigh of relief. The sweat on his back had already soaked his clothes, and it took him a long time before he calmed down his almost crazy heartbeat. Leaving the tent, as he walked into the darkness, he turned his head resentfully, and looked at the tent with a gloomy and terrible expression on his face.

"When I fully integrate the power of the new master, I will settle accounts with you! Dirty, stupid orc haggards! ”

Passing by the Great Chieftain's camp, Gugar seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little too tense. The brown-skinned guards stared at every orc who passed by, and the ogre himself was doubly concerned. Walking a little further, I saw that the orc guard pressed his hand on the long pole of the long-handled battle axe beside him.

The wind blew through the curtain of the door, and Gugar's eyesight was excellent, and in a split second, he could see what was inside. The Great Chief seems to be throwing a banquet, which is a novelty. Everyone knows that this is what the Great Chief hates the most now. And in addition to a large bunch of green-skinned orcs, there seems to be a much smaller guy sitting inside.

"What's that, an orc with dwarfism?"

Gugar looked dazed, but then he left it all behind. He didn't have time to think about things that didn't concern him. Hurry up and inform Gul'dan of his plans, and then seize the time to merge the master's power! Damn Gul'dan, if he hadn't been by his side during the day, he would have been able to control this power by now! As soon as he thought of this, Gugal couldn't help but feel excited, and his resentment towards Guldan was even greater.

In the tent, Orgrim raised the delicate cup in his hand a little awkwardly, and saluted the little man on the side with the green skin very unskillfully. Whether it was these wine glasses or the fine wine inside, it was brought by the little guy, and in his words, it was immoral not to give something in return for such a big business. And his reward is this party.

But now, it seems that the party was not a success. The orcs didn't interact with anything other than their heads and feasting. The great music, the crazy beats, the elegant flamenco steps are nothing, not like a high-society party, but like a group of starving ghosts rushing into the cafeteria, without a trace of elegance to speak of.

Even in front of them, these are the best of the orcs.

Only Orgrim was a little awkward talking to the goblin in front of him, but fortunately, this goblin was not a calculating person, or because there were no gold coins involved, he was still very talkative. The thought of this made Orgrim feel extremely proud.

Trading metal for a win that doesn't have the slightest use is worth it no matter how you count it.

Although it is still necessary to recognize what goblins have the legal right to cut trees in the Elwyn Forest, what goblin products have been reduced in tariffs, and what tax mess there is, it doesn't matter, these don't matter, the orcs don't care about that. And if it's really something you need to care about, it's okay, just hit it!

No matter how you look at these little things, none of those humans can fight. Humans can all kill like a bamboo, let alone these little guys!

It's just that......

"I wonder how you brought our warriors into Stormwind? It's not that I don't believe you, it's just ...... The stakes are high, and I have to be careful. ”

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that. Do we goblins always have some advantages that we only have...... For tax evasion...... To avoid the crazy exploitation of those humans, we have a secret path to Stormwind. But you can't bring too much at once, if you bring too much, it will be easy for humans to find out, so my smuggling ...... The secret passage is all over! ”

"If you say 200, you will have 200 people, and there will be no more! I can do that with Ogrim! Orgrim was very bold, completely unaware that the goblin was just bargaining with him for a boost.

Filled with wine and food, the goblins patted their stomachs and left the camp with two hundred orc warriors under the eyes of the Great Chief. Of course, scouts are essential. But I don't know how to do it, just a blink of an eye, the orc scout found that the team that was originally not far away had disappeared at some point, and there was not even a ghost shadow left.

And at the same time, inside Stormwind.

The floor of an empty warehouse suddenly arched, and then, the secret door buried in the dust was pushed open, and a small green figure emerged. And then, one, two...... Two hundred orc warriors cautiously came out. They are all warriors who have never drunk the blood of demons, and although they are not that powerful, they are more sensible, at least not to cause big trouble.

"You're just waiting here, and if your Great Chief sends a signal, I'll let you know!" The little goblin said with a proud face on his back with his hands behind his back, and then, ignoring the angry gazes of the orc soldiers behind him, turned around and left.

After a few corners, the goblin seemed relieved. Raise your head and look up at the sky, the moonlight is shining. Some of the disproportionate heads seemed to break his neck and smash to the ground at any moment. Sighing, the dwarf's characteristic voice appeared in the goblin's mouth, which seemed extremely incongruous.

"History must repeat itself, and the orcs must succeed...... Without them, Azeroth would not have been able to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion, this is ...... It's inevitable......"

The goblin's huge eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but in the next second, the moisture in the corners of those eyes disappeared. With a shake of his head, the diminutive figure disappeared into the night.

"Fate!"