The blue-purple arcane enchantment glowed, and the Moon Shadow looked calm. Grom was a little taken aback, he felt all the power of the squishy after slashing through it, and then the enchantment bounced back the power. Grom took a few steps back, he rubbed his palm, and the force of the shock just now directly shook his arm numb.

Then he roared angrily and picked up his weapons with both hands to attack again, when the guards at the door heard the movement and rushed in, and Moon Shadow couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Stop old friends. I don't have the feeling that he has any ill intentions. ”

Sal grabbed Grom and turned to look at Moon Shadow. "May I ask what is the matter with this friend of the High Elves here?" His expression was very cautious, Thrall was a powerful shaman who could clearly communicate with the elements, so he could also clearly feel the various elemental auras that were constantly gathering around Moon Shadow's body, and that feeling was very powerful.

"Hello the new leader of the orcs, but I'm not a High Elf, and I'm here to discuss something with you." Moon Shadow looked at Thrall quietly, he was indeed very suitable to be a leader. It is no wonder that he was able to form tribes and alliances to fight against each other.

"So you're a friend of the dragons?" Thrall looked at Moon Shadow, and he knew that the Red Dragons liked to transform into High Elves. And they should have absolutely no affection for the orcs, the Dragonroar clan once used a disc to control their empress to fight for the orcs during World War II.

"I'm not a dragon. I'm here to give you a piece of advice. "Moon Shadow knew what Sal had in mind, but his origins were too complicated to explain to Saldor, after all, he came to Orgrimmar on a whim.

"Please." Thrall heard Moon Shadow say that he wasn't a dragon, and his doubts deepened.

"Ashenvale to the north and Esaline to the east were once Kadore's territory, and I hope you and your people will stop destroying these two forests again." Moon Shadow looked at Sal and Grom's expressions as she spoke, and it was obvious that the other party's faces had changed.

"No, we urgently need a lot of resources for construction. Sal couldn't promise him. Before Thrall could speak, Grom roared. He looked at Moon Shadow with an unkind face.

Moon Shadow smiled and shook her head, "Trust me orcs, you're only going to bring war to your race again. ”

"We orcs are never afraid of war, never..." Grom roared at Moon Shadow with blood-red eyes.

"I know, like you were the first to drink the blood of demons with your own people? What did the war bring you? Although Lunaris admired his final death with Manonos and his removal of the orc curse, Grom had always played the role of a ruthless villain.

"You..." Grom's eyes darkened. Leading his clan to drink the blood of demons was the biggest pain in his heart, and this scar was picked up, and his momentum was weakened.

"It seems that Your Excellency knows the history of our orcs very well, and we admit the mistakes of the past. But it's all in the past. With that, Sal patted Grom on the shoulder. He continued, "But as my old friend said, we need resources to build a settlement now, and I'm sorry I can't promise you, and I don't think the Night Elves should go to war with us over some wood. ”

"・・・・・・・" Moon Shadow smiled speechlessly, he realized that this Thrall was still a little naïve. "Do you know what those trees mean to the eyes of the Forest Guardian and the Night Elf druid? It's a friend, a brother. Will you be right with them when they kill your people? ”

"This ・・・・・・." Thrall was momentarily speechless, after all, the Night Elves had lived only in their forests for thousands of years, and outsiders knew very little about them. He didn't know their culture at all, and if he really spoke to Moon Shadow, his current orders might indeed bring war to his people.

"With that said, Goyle, I want your people to live in peace with the natives of Azeroth." As he spoke, the shadow of the moon turned into a point of light and disappeared into the air.

The Sal River Grom looked at each other, and his heart was full of thoughts. When Moon Shadow was leaving, he called him Gouyl instead of Thrall, who represented the slave, which was the name his father gave him anger that few people knew.

"Old friend, do you feel his strength?" Sal asked, looking at Grom.

"It's very strong, he treats me like an adult playing with a child, I don't have the strength to fight back. Not even when I drank demon's blood before. Grom shook his head, and he felt a little scared and powerless when he talked about Moonshadow.

"Looks like it's time for us to change our strategy, I was going to have you go to the Ash Valley to build a lumber yard to collect timber. But now it's clear that I'll have to think of something else, and I'll contact Gianna to see if there's anything she can do to help us. Sal said as he touched his bearded chin.

"Old friend, although you are the chief, I still want to give you advice, stay away from that human, they will never live in real peace with us." Grom looked at Sal in a serious tone.

"Gianna, she's different from other humans, don't worry, I know it." Thrall didn't want to argue with Grom about it, as they had been arguing about it for a long time without any result.

The Seramo is one of the important centers of the League in Kalimdor. This beautiful city of white stone has many similarities with the once glorious Lordaeron. This is not surprising, as most of the people here are immigrants from Lordaeron. The city was built with the combined efforts of humans, dwarves, and elves.

Most of the Theramore people saw Gianna as a savior, knowing that if they stayed in Lordaeron, they would have had to be one of two things: they would either be part of the Scourge or they would have been forsaken. What prompted Gianna to change from a girl to a woman were two very heavy things: the death of her father and the fate of her childhood sweetheart.

Gianna leaned back in her chair and looked at the steaming teacup on the copywriter, trying to maintain her relationship with the tribe, but everything was a little heavy for her to carry alone. No one dared to disturb her, except for a woman who appeared to be a High Elf. However, only Gianna knew that she was not an elf, the most powerful human mage in the history of Azeroth, the most prominent guardian of the Council of Tiris, a powerful warrior against evil and darkness, and the mother of the astral mage Medivan. Magna Egwen.

"Don't take it all alone, trust me, I've tried, it won't end well." Egwen picked up the tea and handed it to Gianna.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Seeing that, he shook his head, took a sip of the black tea in the cup, and then put the teacup back into the copy.

"Ahh But then she stopped, because at some point a male elf with long silver hair appeared in the hall. His silver hair fluttered green like a lake, and his broad green cloak enveloped most of his body.

"Who are you? Doesn't it feel rude to suddenly appear in a lady's room? Gianna stood up, looked at the silver-haired elf, raised her eyebrows, and spoke first.

He was looking at Egwen, then raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Gianna.

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