At first, Sal was puzzled by Mark's arrival.
The Alliance had sent a Radiant Moon Great Wizard to discuss such an important matter with him, a tribal chief, in an equal tone.
Was it appropriate?
Not appropriate!
In a sense, this was already a humiliation to the tribe.
But after the two sentences, Sal turned his head slightly and exchanged a look with Orgrim. They saw the shock in each other's eyes, and immediately nodded at the same time.
Although it was only two sentences, but the tone, rhythm, and manner of speaking made the first thought in their minds – could this guy be Duque himself?
In this world, the one who understood a person the most was often his enemy.
Orgrim had dealt with Duque for more than twenty years, and Sal had also known Duque for eight years. How could they not be familiar with Duque's characteristics?
There was no lack of people in this world who bravely looked at the two tribal chiefs while surrounded by a group of fierce and strong beastmen.
Those guys were often the most resolute Paladins in the Alliance, such as the Silver Five Saints.
However, he spoke in a relaxed and carefree manner, always speaking in a tone that made it seem like he had the entire tribe under his thumb, and yet the tribe had no choice but to submit to him. There was only one such person in the entire world.
Even if their appearance was different, the vaguely familiar outline of the face still made Sal shiver.
"You are Duque …" Sal was interrupted before he could finish his question.
"I am Sir Marcus's plenipotentiary representative." Duque was resolute.
That would be strange!
Sal was indeed smart, but the problem was that beastmen had no talent for acting. Both he and Orgrim had one sentence written all over their faces – you must be Duke Marcus's son!
That's right! It was already more than twenty years ago that they first knew about Duque. If that dissolute fellow didn't have an illegitimate child, then even the beastmen wouldn't believe it.
You are my illegitimate child, right?
Kul Tiras?
Looks like the right age.
Oh, could it be that Gianna secretly gave birth to him when she was in Marcus's house?
Our great Horde spies investigated Theramore and found out about Jaina's background.
All right.
One was alive, the other was dead.
The two Great Chieftains looked at Mark Dooku as if they were looking at an illegitimate child. This made Duque extremely embarrassed!
Are you treating every person with the surname Dooku as the exclusive surname of an illegitimate child?
It's not like I'm Snow from Game of Thrones!?
"Hahahaha! You've gone too far this time, haven't you? " A certain bad maid named Vanessa, who was bringing food into Karazhan Duque's room, laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She slammed the table with all her might.
Duque's main body also looked like he had eaten a fly.
Damn it, I can't leave Azeroth, so I'm forced to play with a smurf. Do you think Saar is my son?
F * ck! After that "biu ~ biu ~ biu", my child was still growing in the Windrunner sisters' bellies.
Alright, this time even jumping into a river wouldn't be enough to clear his name.
Unfortunately, Duque could not refute that.
The veins on Duque's forehead were about to explode as he patiently asked the two Great Chieftains, "The tribe can't handle so many demonized tribesmen, right?"
Since it was related to his fellow tribesmen, Saar immediately put away his gossipy soul and became serious.
"This is indeed a serious problem. Does the Alliance have any good suggestions?"
The captured Fel Orcs were indeed taken to the rear and taken good care of.
But that was only when there were few captives.
The Holy Light of the Priests and the Nature Magic of the Shamans could indeed speed up the removal of the demonic blood in the Fel Orcs' bodies, but the healers of the Alliance and the Tribe could not handle more than 100,000 Fel Orcs.
It would take too long to remove the effects of the demonic blood.
Saar's childhood imprisonment and life as a slave had made him very clear how terrifying the side effects of the demonic blood were.
Even a strong-willed Tribal hero like Grom would wake up from nightmares at night and roar like a beast.
If he did not kill, he would have to suppress the urge to destroy and kill in a self-torturing way every time.
More than a decade ago in Lordaeron, almost every Orc prison had to be made with iron bars as thick as the mouth of a bowl and hard bricks used to build the walls. That was because in every cell, just seeing the Orcs in a berserk state, scratches that were more than two centimeters deep on the walls were enough to make a normal person tremble in fear.
Moreover, to house more than 100,000 Fel Orcs … Just the thought of the manpower and resources needed was enough to make Saar break down.
Before the Fel Orcs were completely transformed back into normal Orcs, they were a classic burden.
But Saar could not give up on his own people.
Now that Mark Dooku had jumped out, it really solved the urgent problem of the entire tribe.
At this time, Duque smiled and pulled out Imriel, who was hiding behind him.
Hoof refused this somewhat inexplicable action.
She held onto Mr. Mark's back tightly, refusing to be pushed to the front.
Unfortunately, this seemingly weak human mage actually had arm strength that was completely above her. Hence, Hoof's face turned pale, and she was pushed to the front as if she was about to die for a righteous cause.
Looking at her horrified face, Sal could only smile wryly as if the words' don't eat me 'were written on her forehead.
"Great Chief, now the Alliance solemnly recommends to you, Holy Water from Shattrath City."
"Holy Water?" Saar and Orgrim were stunned.
"That's right, Holy Water! The Holy Light of the Alliance's Paladin is the most effective way to deal with the demons. Since the Fel Orcs mutated because they drank the demon blood of the Lord of the Abyss, then Holy Water is the most effective antidote. "
Using light to fight against darkness was a very reliable choice.
But that was awkward!
Back then, the Orcs almost killed the Draenei to extinction. Who would have thought that the tables would turn, and this time it was the Draenei who had to rely on them. This feeling of swallowing a fly alive was so uncomfortable!
"Won't Stratholme's Holy Water work?" Orgrim suggested an alternative as if to change the topic.
"Uh, the essence of the Holy Light is a pure, kind spiritual energy. As a derivative of its divine will, Stratholme's Holy Water will naturally dissipate. The further away from the Holy City, the longer it is stored, the less effective it will be … Moreover, the production of Stratholme's Holy Water is far from enough to supply more than 100,000 Fel Orcs. "
Duque's unspoken words were: Your tribe should accept their fate. Giving up what's close at hand to seek what's far away won't end well for you.
Orgrim's chest felt as if it was blocked by something, and it was very uncomfortable.
At this time, Duque added another weight to the tribe's scale of weighing gains and losses.
"The Alliance has done some tests. If a Fel Orc can get a sufficient amount of holy water of moderate concentration, and if they eat a good diet, they will generally return to being a normal Orc within one to three months. They will also be able to get rid of their addiction to Demonic Blood. Coincidentally, Shattrath City now has the purest Holy Light creature in the entire universe — Naaru! "
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