If time were rewind ten years, Ronin wouldn't believe that he would fall in love with an elven ranger;

If he had rewind time by a year, he wouldn't have believed that his teacher, Crassus, was a red dragon;

If he had rewind time by a month, he would never have believed that he would be friends with an orc;

If he had rewind time by a week, he would not have believed that there were trolls in the world who did not eat people.

But he met them all. This is how life happens: that evening, they were excited to see the ship on the isolated island, and then in despair they discovered that the owner of the ship was a troll, and when they were about to fight to the death, they realized that the trolls were polite and wise, and had no intention of killing them to eat meat, and had saved them.

This is a group of trolls from the Zandalar tribe, who are knowledgeable, friendly, and not hostile in the slightest. Not only to "their own people", but also to Ronin, a human, Sarufar, an orc, and Crassus, a dragon in the appearance of a High Elf. You must know that in history, the Troll Empire was defeated by the union of humans and High Elves, and there is a blood feud between the races. It is simply impossible to live in peace.

After this period of contact, Ronin finally got to know the Zandalar tribe from the conversation.

These trolls have an ancient history and have never been involved in disputes against other races. They are committed to preserving the history and heritage of trolls. The Zandalar tribe has few rivals, and naturally has no hatred for other races.

After being rescued, Crassus, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was treated by the troll witch doctor Ixar and gradually recovered. The reason why this fleet will appear on the route from Lordaeron to Northrend is that the Zandalar tribe has always been in contact with the major troll tribes, and every six years they organize a fleet to connect with the Zudak Frost Trolls in Northrend - that is, to visit relatives.

They saw the beacon fire on the island on their way back, so the lead troll, Sacrifice Motor, ordered the fleet to come and save them.

Ronin and Motor had a great conversation, and he was impressed by the depth of knowledge of the other. He even heard a lot of secrets about the ancient battles from the mouth of this old priest, and the magnificent history of that era made his heart flutter, and he wanted to know more, just as he wanted to see the customs of the land of Fu.

The fleet was getting closer and closer to the continent of Lordaeron, and Ronin was already able to sense the teleportation array that reached Laran, and it would not be long before they could return. Parting is imminent, and he is still a little reluctant. After all, Dalaran's library has little record of ancient history. The Motor in front of him is almost living history.

"If you're interested, you can come and see our clan, little friend!" Motor saw through his mind and smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Ronin was ten years old, and he hadn't heard anyone call him a "little friend" in years, which was a strange feeling—even though he was a little friend in front of this troll.

The Zandalar troll is a full eight feet tall, while Ronin is only six feet, his height is only around the opponent's armpits, not to mention his age, and the troll lives longer than the High Elves. This is also the reason why the Zandalar tribe was able to pass on the knowledge of the ancient times, for Motor, the ancient times in the eyes of mankind are the times that his ancestors have experienced, and those histories were told to him by his grandfather as stories.

Luo Ning nodded seriously and said, "I will!" Go after this war is over! ”

"I'll welcome you." Motor tapped his finger on his forehead, and a chart was conveyed to Ronin's thoughts. "You can find my people in this place."

After Motor walked away, two of Ronin's other companions walked over.

Crassus said, "We're approaching land. What are your plans? ”

Sarufar said, "I'm going to go back to the tribe first. ”

Luo Ning said: "Of course we want to go back to Dalaran. "They obtained the essence of life, and the next thing to do was to give the alchemists the antidote to the plague, and the various obstacles on the way back made them realize that something might have happened to Lordaeron. These antidotes are the most urgent things at the moment.

"I hope it's still too late." Crassus Road.

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But the worst always has a chain reaction that makes things worse.

When King Liam learned of his father's death, he was plunged into great grief and could not extricate himself, but the cruel news was still to come. Lord Huvel returned to him and told him another, even more terrible news—he saw with his own eyes that the king had died not of natural disasters, but of the treachery of his own ministers!

Ashbury killed him! Defenseless, his father plunged a dagger into the king's heart and threw his body off a cliff to destroy it!

Lord Goldfrey on the side was shocked to hear the news, and he was also shocked to speak, but he saw Liam's gaze change from grief to naked hatred, and he realized that this was not a good thing for Gilneth at all.

Gao Frey immediately reprimanded, "Lord Hervel, do you know what you are talking nonsense! ”

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! I swear! Hevers was grieved and frightened, "I saw it in the woods!" Ashbury, he ......"

"Shut up!" Lord Goldfrey snapped. He turned to King Liam, "Liam, you must not be distorted by hatred of your sanity. What good did killing the king do for Ashbury? If you're determined that this is the truth, then Gilneth will face civil strife before the threat of the Scourge is resolved! Who wants to see such an ending? Only natural disasters! Those twisted monsters will watch our jokes and hunt us down! ”

After Gao Frey finished speaking, he stared at Hevel angrily: "Sir, do you know what kind of consequences will be caused if you are deceived?" Gilneth will lose trust, we will doubt those around us, and then taste even greater failure in doubt and cringe! Are you up to the task? ”

"I, I'm ......," Heverne was speechless. He had been in the terror of the king's murder, and now he was intimidated by Godfrey for a while, and it was only after some reaction that he had been subjected to black magic and all he saw was visions, that would ......

He didn't dare to imagine it, so he had to hesitate: "Maybe, maybe...... I ......"

Lord Goldfrey grabbed the conversation and said, "Liam, I will go to the Storm Sea Cliff to question Ashbury face to face, if he really committed such a crime, what awaits him is a merciless judgment; If he doesn't, then it's time for us to punish the real murderer! You're the only one who can lead Gilneth right now, so make sure to save Gilneth as your most important goal! ”

Liam's eyes were red, staring at Lord Godfrey and gritting his teeth: "Good! You go! I just want the truth! If he did, I would have cut off his head myself! ”

"I'll bring you the truth." Lord Gofrey replied calmly.

Liam said word for word: "Don't lie to me. Go ahead! Immediately! ”

After Gofrey rode away, Liam turned his gaze to Hevers, his gaze almost breathing fire: "Now, tell me what you have seen and heard, and do not miss a word!" ”

Hevers had never seen Liam's terrifying side before, and the sheer pressure made him feel a little breathless. He swallowed, but his throat was still dry. He began to regret his reckless actions. For whether or not it was proven, his words inevitably brought harm to King Liam, and also to Gilneth.

As soon as he hurried to the Storm Sea Bluff, he stormed the fortress and saw Ashbury talking to another elegant nobleman, whom he immediately recognized as Lord Obolley Pullman, an envoy from Lordaeron. As Gilneth's important minister, he was very familiar with this Lordaeron diplomat who was active in the countries of the Alliance, and even had a good personal relationship.

When Obolley saw him come in, he asked in surprise, "Lord Godfrey, did King Liam send you as a negotiator?" ”

"No, I'm here for another thing. I'm sorry I'm going to take a little of Baron Ashbury's time, Pullman Envoy! With a hasty remark, Gofrey pulled the party out of the drawing-room, almost shoved him into another room, where he violently chased away everyone present, and then stared at the eastern lord.

"What's wrong?" Ashbury asked with a frown.

"Sue me," Gofrey lowered his voice, and he stared at Ashbury tightly, "you killed the king?" ”

Ashbury was a little surprised, he didn't know where the news leaked, and since it was discovered, he didn't intend to deny it, and said calmly: "That's right, it's me." ”

"Why!" Goldfrey grabbed Ashburyd by the collar and pressed him against the wall, angrily questioning.

"Why?" Ashbury pushed Gofrey away, straightened his shirt, and calmly replied, "Because Jean is not worthy to lead us." If it weren't for his stupidity and incompetence, how could Gilneth have dropped out of the league? If it weren't for his selfishness, how could we have suffered from natural disasters? ”

"Gilneth needs an enlightened monarch, he doesn't deserve to be my king!" Ashbury sneered at the old king, and disdain was written in his face.

Still unable to accept his words, Gofrey asked, "Then why at this time!" Do you know what you're doing? ”

Ashbury replied calmly, "I know very well what I have done. I don't regret doing that. Do you want to know why? Because Jean! He's not popular with the Alliance, just like Pyrinold's Alterac, and we Gilneth can't afford to lose the Alliance's support because he's alone! Here's why. ”

Pirenod was the last king of the kingdom of Alterac. In the last war, in order to preserve his territory, he shamefully betrayed the alliance and privately signed an agreement with the orcs. After the victory of the League, he was put on trial by the League for this.

Goldfrey muttered to himself, "Does the Alliance hate him so much?" ”

"At least the coalition didn't anger the innocent people of Gilneth because of it. They were more than happy to recognize the enlightened King Liam. Ashbury looked at the Gilneth minister, "I would not die to follow such a king." Killing him would save Gilneth for redemption, and I don't regret it at all. I did it all by myself, and I will not escape responsibility. Go, and I'll go with you to King Liam to confess your sins!" ”

Ashbolion walked out with his head up, a relieved smile on his face, not the slightest guilt. After saying a qiē, he felt that the sin of killing the monarch in his heart was no longer a burden.

"Wait!" Behind it was the voice of Gao Frey.

"I'm going to be shackled?" Ashbury sarcastically, "Don't worry, I won't run away from sin!" ”

"No," said Goldfrey calmly. "I have investigated, and King Jean died in the assassination of the Scourge. That's the conclusion! ”

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