"I'll just watch you dress. ”

"Never interrupts you. ”

"You're brain-dead and dead......"

Duke, the commander of the dignified alliance and the demigod of the magic net, once again made his two daughters giggle with unreliable nursery rhymes.

Aurelia couldn't stand it, and stepped forward to stop her, who knew that Duke actually stopped her waist and hugged her, and directly took her to the next door to practice swords.

"Ahh......h When will I still be looking at my daughter? Aurelia exclaimed.

"Don't worry, isn't there Wen Leisha? Anyway, any one of you can feed two babies. Duke said unashamedly.

"You ......" is not reliable, but it is true.

In addition, she has been pregnant for a long time, and Aurelia is still a woman no matter how strong her motherhood is. The accumulated pressure was released by Duke with a few attacks.

Soon, the Windranger sisters noticed that Duke was in a particularly good mood, and rarely pulled them around, and they were stunned.

"Obviously, the tribe has changed to a big chief for the alliance, why do you think you're in a good mood?" asked Wen Leisha.

"Hehe! Garrosh Hell's Roar, I'd rather call him 'Brainless Roar'! Sal thought as long as he wasn't too loser. I guess even Sal himself couldn't imagine how much he would be brain-broken! That's an existence that can constantly refresh a human being's perception of the bottom line of IQ and EQ......" Duke hugged the Windranger sisters, but let out a smug sneer.

It was the smile of the hunter who watched his prey fall into the trap by its own stupidity.

Sal was right.

Azeroth continued to be plagued by a series of disasters.

Anyway, if a powerful foreign enemy continues, the alliance will not start a full-scale war against the Horde.

Even if Garrosh only has 5 points of intelligence, as long as he is willing to listen to the advice of Wojin and others, he will fight for the interests of the tribe and living space through the rhythm of 'fighting but not breaking', through friction and confrontation.

His reckless and arrogant personality is the best cover-up.

Thrall was confident that the think tank he left behind would hold the Tribe's situation, or at least not collapse.

Clearly, Thrall underestimated Garrosh's recklessness and the Alliance's reaction.

In what was supposed to be a routine [Makgora], Garrosh directly killed a chieftain from the medium-sized clan [White Eagle] with an axe.

In the life-and-death duel Makgora, it is normal for a person to die.

The problem is that the White Eagle Chief laid down his arms and begged for mercy. According to tradition, surrender is a great disgrace, but the victor should not insult the loser, but must spare the other party's life.

Garrosh disliked the other party's misbeneous species, and still hacked the other party to death regardless of it.

Then Garrosh released a bold statement: "If the chieftain other than the orcs dares to go down, I will kill one of them!"

This undoubtedly casts a shadow over Makgora this time.

Everyone knows that the one who can be the boss of the tribe must be an orc. When Thrall founded the new tribe, he promised that the chiefs of other races would have the same status as the orc chiefs.

Garrosh said that, isn't it a slap in the face?

Kane, Woking, and Dranoche at the scene all had very bad faces.

Makgora ended without any suspense.

Among the younger generation, the only one who can have a chance to overthrow Garrosh is Draranos.

Of course, little Sarufar would not tear down his father and Sal's platform, and as a result, Brain Dead Roar easily won with crushing momentum.

Succeeded to the position of Great Chief.

After officially becoming the Grand Chief, Woking's first suggestion was to send a notice to the Alliance. After all, the tribe and the alliance are in a state of alliance, and the tribe also needs the food of the alliance to relieve the refugees, and it is a matter of etiquette and a sign of respect for the alliance to send a certain king to attend the succession ceremony of the great chief.

Who knows Garrosh refuses in one go.

"I'm the Great Chief of the Tribe! I just need the approval of the Orcs! I have nothing to do with the other races, not with the despicable alliance that once enslaved our people! I don't immediately go to war to seek justice from the shameless alliance that has stolen our land from Northrend, and it's already for the sake of the Covenant. ”

His speech, of course, was cheered by the orcs of the Young Zhuang Sect, but it made the chiefs of the major races next to him look quite bad.

Because just now he scolded even the Trolls, the Minotaurs, and the Forsaken.

A few bigwigs could only stiffen with embarrassed but polite smiles on their faces, and they thought they had heard it wrong.

Woking's heart sank, he vaguely guessed Sal's thoughts, judging from the results, Sal is likely to have gotten away with it!

As a regular liaison with the Alliance Throne Conference, Woking can only work hard to get the giant mage to open a portal and make a trip to Stormwind City.

The first thing Woking went to was not the Alliance headquarters in Stormwind, but the Duke of Marcus's mansion.

"I'm here to inform the Alliance that our former Grand Chieftain Sal has decided to go back to Nagrand to seek help from the Elementals in order to find out the truth about the Elemental Rebellion. And the new Grand Chief Garrosh Hellroar has officially taken office today. Well, he's the only orc Grime Hellroar's son of Lord Marcus. ”

Wojin has already said it very tactfully, and he can't say that Sal ran to practice in order to avoid monopolizing all the demigods for the Alliance, and when he comes back, your Alliance won't bully us or anything. Instead, he mentioned Xiao Ye's name very indifferently, and directly pointed out his relationship with Ye Ye.

This is the Pakatan Harapan does not look at the face of the monk but looks at the face of the Buddha.

Who knows......

"Oh, please make a special trip for Lord Woking. The coalition got it. Lord Woking, you can also go back. ”

Woking directly ate a closed door.

If someone else treats Wojin like this, Wojin may be able to use his identity to suppress the other party.

It's a pity that it was Vasiqi who gave him a hygienic eye!

The dignified Queen of Panya, now the demigod of Lake Lordanmere in Azeroth, was dressed in a black and white lace maid suit, guarding the door and helping Duke.

Although Woking said that he treated a maid with a cold face, but other people's maids are too pillboxes!

Anyway, if you can make a demigod look at the door, Duke is also the only one in the world.

Woking was still a little unrelenting: "Excuse me, Lord Marcus is ...... Busy, if not......"

Before Woking could finish speaking, he heard Du's unique voice coming from a room not too far upstairs.

"I'll just watch you pretend to be ......," this is the out-of-tune singing.

"Giggle!" was the little girl's laughter.

Woking's awkward smile was only lost.

Vasqi crossed his hands and gently pressed them on his lower abdomen, putting on a very formulaic smile: "My master is indeed busy. There are not many important things in the world that have the right to disturb the master. Even if Nesario ran out before, he only dared to use a stand-in to yell twice. Fuck off!"

Subtext - you Woking should get out too!

Woking could only casually say a few compliments and leave.