After explaining my intentions to them, they said that they could take me to Woking at any time if I wanted, so I immediately thanked them and I paid for the whole consumption. The trolls were happy, but the orcs were not, not only did they look at me unkindly, but they also had some sarcasm in their words. And when I went back in orc language, the expressions on their faces froze, they didn't expect me to speak orc language.

I think it's the right thing to be here, not to mention what it will be like to see Woking in the future, at least I know where this is, what the situation is now, and whether it's appropriate for me to go to the orcs.

Of course, difficulties will always exist, and the orcs clashed with the humans again some time ago, and it was the navy of those Kul Tiras, and I also learned something about the Kul Tiras. And Ms. Gianna's.

In their perception, Lady Gianna is a strange being, they know that it is a human, a human who has helped the tribe solve a big problem, but it is nothing more than that she helped the tribe unite with the elves to solve a big crisis, nor that she helped save the tribal hero Lexa who was captured by her father, but the choice she made when her people were said to be her father.

While the trolls gave me a rough idea of what was going on, I didn't appreciate how the trolls were thankful for the woman who sacrificed her father and her own people. Of course, I won't say anything, after all, it's all my own choice. Although I feel a little embarrassed, my impression of her is still stuck in the time when she abandoned Alsace.

I still can't understand, I can't sympathize, I can't like this woman. Even though my so-called sanity told me she might be there for ...... Yi. But then another voice in my heart mockingly asked me, did what she did do is righteousness, and what Commander Dai Lin did?

As I walked out of the tavern, I suddenly noticed that I was still holding Bilgit's hand, and when I looked back at her, she looked at me too, but with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

When I got back to the ship, I pondered again, it seemed that it was going to be a little difficult to find the orcs to work with, that Gianna had really left the tribe and was nowhere to be found, and that the naval base that the Kul Tiras were building here was getting bigger and bigger, not only in Durotar, but also in the Barren Lands.

The Barren Land is where we are now, a place far from the tribal capital.

I'm still in contact with them as a human being, what would they be like if they found out that I wasn't one of those living creatures?

So I left the ship again and went back to the tavern. All the waiters at the tavern recognized me as soon as they saw me coming, and welcomed me to sit on the edge of the bar very warmly.

"You've changed my perception of humanity." The bartender's cloudy yellow eyes looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Really?"

"I have never heard of a person as generous as you, and it is our honor to receive such an honorable guest as you." He said.

"You don't have to worry about orcs...... What do the barbarians think of you? I asked.

"No!" The bartender said, "Not at all, this is a neutral city, we only want to make money, and we make money in harmony." But if anyone violates this most basic criterion, then the price he pays will be something they absolutely do not want to see. ”

"Really?"

"Of course." The bartender pointed to the musket on my chest, "That's the most advanced weapon our countrymen have ever made." ”

"How do you know?"

"Only we can make this weapon, so our craftsmen are very respected here, and they know that if they do us harm, they will lose their most powerful allies."

"You've joined the tribe too?"

"No, we only provide them with supplies, if the payment is paid." He explained.

"What about the humans?" I asked.

"We hardly interact with them, and they consciously avoid us." The bartender said, "These pirates are even more afraid to invade us, although they want to." ”

I said...... The army of men, I heard them say that there is a navy in the territory of the northern orcs. ”

"We never touch those people." The bartender said.

In this way, the two of us had a word of idle talk, and I also knew who the owner of this place was, they were different from the rich man of Hidden Treasure Bay, Rivi Gaz, this city is called Ratchet City, and its owner is called Gazruvi, and he is also a leader of the hot sand group, of course, if you talk about wealth and strength, you are not as rich as Rivigaz, but now Gazluwe has made great progress in power because of his friendship with the tribe.

Most of the machinery and technology used by the tribe today were designed and built by Chief Engineer Gazruvidan. Without his involvement, Orgrimmar's city might not have been built by now. Moreover, they were also involved in the construction of Thunder Cliff, building elevators at such a high place, transporting materials and equipment up, and it is estimated that they would never want to do it without them.

Just then, a minotaur came over and sat down next to me.

"Bring me a drink." The black-haired cow said.

I looked at him with a little surprise. The bartender smiled, "Pay first, sir." ”

"Bring me a drink first." His voice wasn't tough, but his tone showed he wouldn't compromise.

"You've drunk too much today, Mr. Arnack. And as you know, we are buying and selling on a small budget, and we don't owe anything on credit. He said, gesturing to the sign on the table.

"It's not that you don't know me, and I'm not here for a short time." He said.

Looking at the bartender's expression, I said, "Bring him a drink, I'll please." ”

The bartender gave me one look, but it seemed to say that I had spent my money unjustly. But he immediately smiled, "Mr. Bill is indeed a good man. ”

When the wine was pushed in front of the black bull, he didn't say thank you, but just picked it up and drank it dry. After drinking, he threw his head back and let out a low growl of satisfaction in his throat, then pushed the cup to the bartender: "One more glass." ”

The bartender looked directly at me with slanted eyes, which obviously meant: "Look! ”

I laughed straight out and looked up to say I could continue. As a result, the guy drank cup after glass, and after drinking six glasses in a row, the wine dried up without a single sip, and the seventh cup he held in his hand with his big hand, as if he was afraid that the cup would run away. Then he turned to look at me, "You're a good guy. ”

The goblin snorted and laughed.

Then he drank it all again, threw down his glass and walked out of the tavern.

The goblin laughed directly.

I watched him leave and looked back at the smiling goblin, the bartender looked at me and saw that he was holding back his laughter, but he seemed to be a little unable to hold back, I was amused by him and laughed, and the bartender laughed and shook his head.

"Am I being wronged?" I said with a smile.

"Haha! You...... Not the first, not the last. "The bartender's words were supposed to comfort me.

"Who is he?"

"Anak, a minotaur." The bartender said.

"I know he's a minotaur." I said, "Where did he come from?" ”

"I don't know exactly, but I've heard him say he's a berserker." The bartender said.

"Berserk...... Warrior? "I don't really understand the word." And what do you call yourself? ”

"Hey! That's it, this guy hasn't been in Ratchet City for a day or two, it's been a year and a half, but this guy doesn't have a proper job, anyway, I don't know what he's doing. The bartender said, "Don't look at their size, it's just a bunch of soft persimmons, pick and pinch the soft persimmons that don't know them." ”

I frowned, and the bartender saw it and immediately changed his tune and said, "I'm not talking about you." ”

"You don't have to be scared by them because of their appearance, if you choose bodyguards, these guys...... Not really, their race is the softest in the tribe. The bartender lowered his voice, "Don't look at them as big and." ”

"How so?"

"This group of guys was almost wiped out, if it weren't for the orcs to come to their rescue, they probably would still be wandering around." The bartender said.

"Tell me about it." I'm interested.

"This land was originally ...... Minotaurs, centaurs, boar people, kobolds and the like, not to mention kobolds, this is a very marginal race, a little higher status than rats. The wild boar people have their own one-third of an acre of land, and they are also the principle that people don't offend me and I don't offend people, of course, we only know about this race, but we never come into contact with it, that race is not a smart race, and they are simply too stinky. ”

"And the status of the minotaurs has not improved because of their size, they have been pressed to the ground by centaurs for I don't know how many years, according to their own words, the centaurs have destroyed their homes, driven them to no fixed place, they have been wandering."

"Later, when the orcs came to this place, they met the minotaurs wandering in the wilderness, and the gentle minotaurs and the orcs immediately got along, so the orcs helped the minotaurs fight a few tough battles, and the invincible centaurs were repulsed, and then they forcibly took a piece of land that was more suitable for life for the minotaurs."

The goblin picked it with his thumb and said, "Far west of Ratchet City, there is a place called Mogore, which is their own land, and the orcs have fought for them. ”

"So unbearable?" I frowned.

"It's so unbearable, they really ...... Anyway, I haven't seen what it's like for them to fight, and of course no one dares to fight here. He said.

"Those centaurs are so powerful?"

"Of course, but this is just a legend, I'm just a bartender, and I haven't seen how strong a centaur is."

"With such a big man, I feel that the combat power should surpass that of the orcs." I say.

"I feel that their tempers are flawed, and some of them are gentle and friendly." The bartender gestured to a table in the corner, next to which sat two yellow-haired and brown-haired minotaurs. "They are, they're good-tempered, very gentle! It's hard to imagine such a gentle character under their rugged exterior. He said and shook his head. If it's not good...... It is said that ah! It's said to be very bad and very bad. ”

"What's that?"

"He himself said he had a bad temper, but he had never been seen here." The bartender said, "But what...... These cows have different temperaments with different coat colors, and the ones that are black and darker just now are generally not very good. ”

"They said it themselves?"

"Hmm...... There are also rumors of this among the orcs. The bartender pouted.

"Since there are people with bad tempers, then how can they still be bullied, centaurs are so fierce?"

"Bad tempers are in the minority." The bartender said. "He said he was a fighter." The bartender snorted, "But all I know is that he's an alcoholic." ”

"What's his name?"

"Anak." The bartender said, "Anak Terror Totem." ”