Durotar area, outside Orgrimmar, positions of both warring sides.

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire rang out from time to time, and the soldiers on both sides of the civil war needed a short rest and change of guards.

At the back of the Horde Resistance position, Thrall was perusing a special document, and after a moment he didn't notice anything wrong, so he nodded.

"Then it's decided, I agree to this support agreement, the Horde will provide the Night Empire with a batch of high-quality furs and derivative luxury goods at market prices after the war, in exchange for a consumable attack. ”

The Imperial diplomat, who had come with the Holy Legion, bowed with a smile as he watched Thrall sign his name on the agreement.

Compared to the rough men of the Holy Army, who only knew how to fight and kill, the elven diplomat preferred to stay with Thrall, and the two sides had a common language.

To say that Blackmore's brother has done all the bad things in his life and is full of power, but the only right thing he has done is to teach Sal extremely well, which can be said to have given him the high-end educational resources at the top of the entire Lordaeron.

Not only that, but after graduation, she also gave a warm quilt to the woman Taresha, which is extremely intimate.

Because of this, many nobles in the human world have a good personal relationship with Thrall, and the elven diplomat saw many unique supplies piled up everywhere on the way to meet Thrall, and it is certain that the blue and silver-white signs on those chests are definitely not the internal signs of the tribe.

It's inconvenient for you to ask more about these things, and I can't say more about them, so everyone can just tacitly do it.

Many of the great human nobles, who valued personal relationships more than faction rivalries, were more than happy to give Thrall a face, offering some assistance as a way to deepen their friendship.

There are also a few small nobles who are more grassy and want to be opportunistic, and even instigated Thrall to rebuild the ruined Blackmore family and establish the first aristocratic class in the orc society, this straw egg proposal was naturally ignored by Thrall.

However, ignoring and ignoring, regardless of the characteristics of orc society, it is said that it is placed in human society, strictly speaking, Sal is the last successor of the Blackmore family, because Blackmore did not raise Sal as an ordinary slave at all, but people drank human milk and grew up with the most high-end elite education, just like the son who stepped on the horse, although Blackmore wanted to use this "own son" Gather the orcs of the old tribe and make a contribution for himself, so what Blackmore wants is to make Thrall feel like his father, can you not listen to his father (I really didn't).

So strictly speaking, Thrall could even go to the Hillsbrad Hills and claim to inherit the Blackmore family's domain and the ruins of the castle.

Isn't you Lordanlun the most important to the aristocratic tradition, then the problem is here, when a family member dies, then the adopted son is regarded as the heir in line and continues to inherit the family name, then Sal is, just ask you if you give it, if you don't give it, then you will smash your own signboard.

But fortunately, Sal is not rare at all, and now it is not bad to mix on his own, no matter where he goes, he just runs to Stormwind City, and whoever sees him has to salute respectfully and call the guardian of the earth.

With that to get back to business, Sal nodded and handed the agreement back to the elven diplomat, who smiled again and bowed slightly.

The high-quality furs and derived luxury goods from the Nagrand Savannahs of the Outlands have always been popular in the Night Empire's domestic market, especially those with the finest intact feathers, and many elves who like to decorate their shoulder armor with feathers only recognize the best products produced in the Nagrand Prairies.

Now trading a shipment of furs and luxury goods for a consumable offensive, Thrall thinks the business can be done, after all, the Horde Rebel is now helpless against the Orgrimmar Gate position and the giant Azerit war machine on the position, and it will not be any better to continue the trench warfare like this.

As for what a consumable offense is, Sal was deeply sore after perusing a price list of incomparably well-printed packages.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being an old titan, and Sarodar is not only limited to selling arms to foreign countries, but he is now also engaged in exporting war as a new commodity.

"Ask, I understand all the ordinary projects, and I'm more tired of playing, but I'm very interested in this one, what kind of service model is this green temptation?"

Thrall pointed to the bottom item of the menu, and the elven diplomat immediately smiled.

"Heck, or the Guardian of the Earth has a vision, and at a glance he has discovered our most unique service, so let's use this one first. ”

Orgrimmar.

Standing at the head of the city, General Nazgorin sighed heavily as he looked at the already shambled and potholed line below.

The tribe is bleeding, and it is bleeding senselessly.

He was tired of this honorless civil war, what was wrong with the tribe? What kind of hatred did it have to be resolved by a never-ending civil war?

Grand Chief Garrosh he... Ay.

General Nazgrin shook his head, now was not the time to be sentimental, as the commander-in-chief of the ground city defense, he had to devote all his energy to this. and do your best to carry out the mission and tasks assigned to you by the tribe.

However, there seemed to be something strange on the side of the rebels, who suddenly stopped their attack, and the continuous sound of machine guns and artillery suddenly fell silent.

What's going on?

Soon after, something even stranger happened that made Nazgorin.

Looking through the binoculars, a group of high-level elven mage "volunteers" appeared on the rebels' positions, and they seemed to have come to help in the battle.

Subsequently, the group of elven mages began to cast spells together, but not any offensive spells.

Fog began to rise outside Orgrimmar's gates, and it was spreading across the battlefield at a breakneck pace, the fog so thick that visibility was less than ten meters.

Nazgorin frowned, and beckoned to the herald who was waiting nearby.

"Go, let the shaman disperse these strange fogs at once, I fear that the rebels will take advantage of the opportunity ... ”

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Bang!

The chaotic sound of gunfire came from the dense fog one after another, gradually becoming extremely dense from scattered to dense, and it seemed that a large number of soldiers were firing indiscriminately.

But Nazgolin's brow furrowed even tighter, this was by no means a warrior on both sides of the civil war, and they would never lose their sanity and elite qualities because of the fog.

And then...

“waaaaaagh!!!”

Well, the green temptation service item ordered by Boss Sal has arrived.