In the outland world, in the Blade Mountain region, the new tribe is also a little worried at the moment.

Originally, in the Nagrand Prairie, Garrosh, a radical young man, went to the territory of the alliance every day with his soldiers to make trouble, which was already a headache for the official high-level of the tribe.

The Stormwind Kingdom has repeatedly protested to Orgrimmar, strongly condemning Garrosh for being a dumbfounded, and seriously affecting the "harmonious and friendly" diplomatic relations between the two sides.

And the great lord of the Night Empire, Illidan * Fury, even said directly, Garrosh, an orc, was stunned, if he dared to harass the Shadow Moon Valley region again, he would take Illidare's troops directly to encircle and kill him.

So, the helpless Grand Chief of Thrall finally spoke, and he transferred Garrosh back to the native world of Azeroth, and sent the son of hell to the tribal capital of Orgrim, so that he could calm down and study by the way.

And Grandmother Gaia still couldn't screw Durotan, who had been stalking him, and finally agreed to follow Garrosh to the world of Azeroth and enjoy his life in peace.

The tribe attaches great importance to this respected grandmother, and has long packed up her residence.

For his most beloved grandmother, Garrosh was incomparably more obedient, countless times better than his father's words.

So now that my grandmother has spoken, Garrosh has taken the initiative to relinquish his military power, and handed over the management of Galadar Town and the entire Maghan clan to the tribe, and then followed my grandmother to the world of Azeroth.

Now that the situation in the Nagrand Prairie region has been settled, the tribe can finally free up their hands and concentrate on the chores in the Blade Mountain area.

Well, that's a big chore.

The group of Margolon giants under the command of the Night Empire, led by Grull, the father of Margolon, occupied the Gruhl lair in the Blade Mountain area, and it seemed that they were preparing to use it as a stronghold, and then they would not leave.

This makes the new Ogre tribes who have not long joined the tribe very painful, they have a natural fear and surrender to the Goron giants, not to mention that they have now become undegraded Margolon giants.

How can you make us live well!

The Tribe immediately sent an emissary to contact the Night Empire, who wanted to negotiate in exchange for the departure of the Margolon giants.

After the daily greetings, everyone sat down and talked about it, and oh, found out why.

It's still a problem with the High Elves' troublemakers.

After occupying the entire territory of the Blade Mountain region, the tribe began to extend its tentacles to the Void Storm region, and with the joining of the Void Spirit Node Vengeance Army, they still know a lot about the Void Storm region.

For those mana furnaces, the tribe also wants to get one, which can be used for the development of technology and the daily use of energy.

This made the High Elves instantly furious, this group of white-skinned and long-eared people had always regarded the mana furnace in the Void Storm region as their private belongings.

Therefore, Countess Liadline didn't say a word, and immediately led the Blood Elf Knights of Dawn to the area where the western part of the Void Storm meets Blade Mountain, and began to block the tribal army.

There were also some skirmishes and frictions between the two, but fortunately both sides were restrained and did not allow the situation to escalate.

In the end, the tribesmen still got their wish and occupied a small mana furnace in the western part of Void Storm, and held on to their victory, saying nothing and not letting go.

"Give it back!"

"No, fuck off!"

"Give it back to me!"

"No, fuck off!"

"You still haven't paid it back!"

"No, fuck off!"

Well... To put it simply, that's the way it is.

The blood elves saw that they couldn't defeat them, so they were also angry, so they also made a big move: sue their parents.

"Dad! Orcs bully us! I don't care, I want a mana furnace!"

The Night Elf buddies of the Night Empire soon received complaints from this group of blood elves, and they also had a painful face.

The High Elves' stinking sickness of greater dignity than the sky has returned, and it is only the smallest of mana furnaces, and it does not affect Quel'Thalas's interests in the Void Storm region at all.

You said that you just gave it to them, and the tribe didn't dig your ancestral grave, just on the edge of the Void Storm, near Blade Mountain, occupied such a mana furnace, and they all issued a statement that they would never continue to expand into the depths of the region, which was enough to give you face!

It's just that the high elves who feel that they have lost face greatly refuse to let go, and they have the attitude that they want the tribe to apologize to us, and then return the mana furnace to us.

In desperation, the Night Empire ordered Grull and his Margolon giants to continue to be pinned to the Blade's Edge area in order to negotiate with the Horde.

Of course, the Night Empire didn't do anything wrong, after all, it wasn't a big deal, only the High Elves took it seriously, so when the two parties were negotiating, the Night Empire also contacted the tribe in private.

To put it simply: everyone knows what is wrong with the High Elves, and you are also uncomfortable, why do you have to slap them in the face in the face, isn't this just nothing to do!

So listen to me, you empty that mana forge, and leave the Voidstorm with everything, and we'll get the Margolon giants of Grull out of Blade Mountain.

Grand Chief Sal couldn't laugh or cry, and he was convinced by the group of white-skinned ears and long ears.

Soon, the Great Chief ordered the Void Spirits on his side to empty the mana furnace, pack them all up and bring them back to Blade Mountain, and withdraw from the Void Storm area.

But, however, there is a but for everything.

But the Great Chief found himself still underestimating the inexplicable dignity of the High Elves.

You can't do it if you're gone, you just have to apologize to us anyway! Be sincere, be serious, and know that you're wrong!

A few days later, the annoyed tribe finally issued an official statement informing the entire world of Azeroth.

"For the conflict and misunderstanding that occurred in the Void Storm region a few days ago, the Horde would like to express its deepest apologies to Quel'Thalas. ”

That's it.

The Void Storm region, a newly built High Elf-style military fortress.

Countess Liadeline's delicate and beautiful features were about to be thrown into the sky, and she shook a glass of wine gracefully in her hand.

"Hmph, in that case, we High Elves are not a narrow-minded race, Quel'Salas reluctantly accepted your apology, but remember, there is no next time. ”

With that, the countess waved her white jade hand, signaling that the tribal envoy could leave.

When the orc buddies who came to visit heard this, they immediately rolled their eyes, and then strode out of this group of white-skinned and long-eared fortresses.

"This group of long-eared sluts, they really hugged the thighs of the Night Empire tightly and didn't let go, what a bullshit apology, ahh

"That's right, I'd rather go and scold the human alliance dogs than see their cold faces here. ”

The orc emissaries made a rude gesture toward the High Elf fortress as they walked.

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