It was one of the few times Gianna showed that she cared about me. I don't feel like this concern is fake. I can still tell if I really care about fake care. I asked her what she was doing here, and she said that the war was over and that the Union and the Horde should continue to live in peace. She hopes that everyone can increase communication with each other, and more communication will reduce friction.

I asked her if Varian had sent her, and she said no, she was just coming to see an old friend and stop by to talk to Thrall about continuing to live together peacefully, since her territory was on the Horde's shipping routes.

The expression on Sal's face didn't change when Gianna said this, and as for whether it was true or not, he believed it or not, only he knew in his heart.

Sal left Gianna and left, and when the woman was the only one left, I asked again if something had happened to her. But the way she looked at me at this time was completely different from before.

There was scrutiny and doubt in her eyes. Instead of answering me directly, she said, "Egwene is sad. ”

I don't know how to answer this question, I would have liked to cover it up and not mention it to anyone, but how is that possible? It's just wishful thinking. I shook my head, "I'm not who I used to be, especially before I came here. ”

"She's worried about you, she knows you're not dead."

I looked at this young and sexy woman, "If you had met me a few days ago you wouldn't have said that." ”

"I heard from Sal."

"What are you going to do?"

"What's going on?"

"Don't be confused." She grimaced.

"Do you want to teach me, or do you want to educate me? Are you going to teach me how to do things? I stared back.

"You have to at least talk to her."

"Say what? Say this? "I raised my severed arm.

"Don't you want her to worry about you so much?"

"I don't need you to educate me about this kind of thing." With that, I walked out of the room and stood on the terrace outside. "Come here!" I turned my head to look at her.

"Is something wrong?" I asked again.

She looked at me straight in the eye, "No." ”

"No...... Then you're really idle and have nothing to do. I said angrily.

"Does Varian know about me?"

"He knows you're lost." "Everybody knows that," she said. ”

"In addition to losing it, what about the previous thing?" I looked at her.

"I know."

"The league can't do anything about my injuries." I say.

"Is that your reason?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I only believe what I see." She said.

"What do you see?"

"There are indeed a lot of things about you, I can't see through you, and Egwene seems to have been deceived by you." She said.

"What am I lying to you for?"

"You're not human, you're the Forsaken." She said. "Varian knows about it, too."

The corners of my eyes twitched.

"You...... What else is there to hide from us? ”

"Is it necessary to tell you such a thing? Do you have a problem in your heart! ”

"It's trust, it's a stand!" Her eyes stood up.

"Trust...... You never trusted me, did you? ”

"It's everything you do that makes us feel puzzled, the problem is you, not us!"

"What is everything I do for?"

"God knows what you're for!"

"Is this Varian's attitude?"

"What am I going to tell Varian when you're here? Don't say? Pretend not to know? ”

"I didn't do anything."

"But you've done it wrong!" She glared at me.

This made me realize a problem.

Her eyes widened, "You are the envoy sent by Varian, you have assessed the war, and the final outcome of the war is satisfactory, but! But! How can you just walk away like that? And now you're still here! Do you know what you make me think when you're here? What do you make Varian think? ”

I'm speechless.

"You're blocking your path, and I can't trust you if I were Varian." She said very seriously.

These words made my heart chill for a while.

"How are you going to explain it to Varian?" Her tone softened again.

"I don't think I need to explain." I let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hmph, you're self-aware." She said: "For the sake of the previous face, I will allow you to enter Theramore to see Egwene for the last time, a man like you will stay away from her in the future, if you don't want to see her, it doesn't matter, I can bring you a message, of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say anything to her, after all, your nature is cold." ”

With that, she turned around and left.

Looking at the back of her leaving, I suddenly felt aggrieved in my heart.

The generals of the tribe were still very welcoming, and I was invited to Sarufar's house, because he knew about Woking's long-time acquaintance, so Woking was also invited, and there was Dranosh, the son of Sarufar, and a shaman, who turned out to be a lady, named Kadris. There was also a tall warrior named Lunsack, who was a leader of the Blackstone clan, like Sarufar. There's also a guy named Nirru. Fire Blade. The last one came was an old orc named Zor Lonewood, and when he arrived, everyone stood up, which showed the importance he cared for, and I later learned that this old man named Zor Lone Tree was Orgrimmar's most famous prophet and an elder of the Council of Prophets, Thrall's think tank, along with Thrall's mentor Drektar.

This situation made me a little confused, and so many big people were invited to a family banquet. But King Sarufar waved his hand freely and said that they were all friends.

The war led by Sarufar was the most discussed, and the orcs spoke quite directly, they despised the combat effectiveness of the alliance army in all directions, and they did have a cost of arrogance, and after bragging, they finally turned their eyes and attention to me.

Orgrimmar has ambassadors of the Forsaken, but these ambassadors of the Forsaken are not noticed in Orgrimmar at all, as if they don't exist, and they are not trying to mock me, but they are curious about how I became the Forsaken.

I can't tell the story in detail, these guys don't have the patience to listen to my story, they only care about how I was killed and how I was resurrected, what it was like to be resurrected, and suddenly I understood that I refused to see everyone, so Sarufar brought everyone who wanted to see me here!

Woking was also curious, he sat next to me, in fact, I preferred to watch him talk about those things, and the way other people looked at me made me uncomfortable. But what they talked about made me even more uncomfortable. First of all, let's talk about the Warlock. Nierru. Fireblade is a priest of the Fireblade Clan, the Fireblade Clan was broken up and abolished, and the remaining members of the clan followed Thrall across the ocean to this place. They were relatively stable at first, but on the one hand, their small numbers were one thing, and years of conquest and hardship made them want to settle down.

But now that the tribe has gradually recovered, as the tribe has become stronger again, especially the gradual prosperity of the orcs, there have been some problems within the tribe, and some people in the Fireblade clan have begun to become restless.

Warlock is a derivative of the Sorcerer, but this identity was originally founded by the Shadow Council of Gul'dan of the Old Horde, who had been designated as a sinner of the demon servant tribe, but even though he was dead, his legacy was inherited, such as spells.

New tribes have taken root here, magic is absolutely indispensable, shamanism has always been the most orthodox religion of orcs, but some orcs who learn magic explore the power of the elements more on the basis of shamanism, this is the origin of magicians, but these warlocks have been retained.

They didn't say why it was preserved, but I can guess some of the specifics. Since Thrall has allowed him to exist by default, I don't think it has anything to do with him, but the reasons within the tribe should be greater. This group has always been suppressed, not allowed for public discussion, and does not support propaganda. And the more forbidden things are, the more curious people are. And people's minds are different, and some people are born to be close to these shady things.

The Shadow Council is still their name, and while it is forbidden to be called so, it has been accepted and tacitly accepted by the majority. The Warlocks' spells didn't look clean in the first place, and it would have been a failure to heal me this time, but it worked. And not only did it succeed, but the news spread all over Orgrimmar. Although everyone does have some prejudice against this spell, this method of resurrecting the dead is still very popular with ordinary people.

And the people of the Fireblade Clan are especially interested in this aspect of spells. In addition, the area in the city happened to be the sphere of influence of the Fireblade Clan, so Nirru felt that the recent atmosphere among their people was becoming more and more unorthodox.

Everyone here agreed with Nierru's words, and King Lunsack even brought out the words of orc blood and glory, saying that orcs should first ensure strong force, and that fighting is the basic quality of orcs rather than magic, and only cowardly people will choose to learn magic. And it's the kind of magic that doesn't look clean.

His words were echoed by the priestess, as did the elder, who expressed concern for the orc's future.

He is a prophet elder, and this kind of person with special skills and status can speak even more in the approval of those around him. The old prophet named Zor Lone Tree, who was also a shaman, said that he kept an eye on the changes in the stars every day, which was not the same as their Draenor, but the stars here were telling. He said that the world was not peaceful, and that although it was temporarily stable compared to their collapsed home, the elements here were not stable.

The flames are growing more and more frenzied, the water is silent as if dead, the earth's ability to nurture life is diminishing, and the winds are depressing from their freedom and vitality.

This world is not an ideal home.

These are his exact words.