"Something you can't say? Of course it's a little. " Jaina replied directly. However, amidst her enchanting smile, her narrowed eyes were filled with mockery. "Do I have to tell you what I'm whispering to my lover?"
With that, Jaina placed her hand, which was covered in a white glove, on the back of Duque's hand. She was clearly saying, "I'm showing off my love. Do you want some dog food?"
Garrouch knew that he had been impulsive, but he did not regret it. His instincts as a warrior told him that the two were mocking him. He had always believed in his instincts.
However, his actions were rather childish when it came to diplomacy.
No, this could no longer be called diplomacy. This was a complete venting of anger.
In the Northwind Tundra, the Warsong clan had suffered heavy losses from the betrayal of the Blue Dragon King, Malygos. Garrouch's performance as chief was mediocre. In the end, it was the former chief, Grom, who had already died, who came out to save the day.
Garrouch could clearly feel that his subordinates' trust and evaluation of him had greatly decreased. The Warsong Beastman talked more about his father than him.
Ever since that day, his temper had been like a powder keg, in a state where he would explode at the slightest provocation.
Seeing him like this, Varrock felt a headache coming on. He stood up with a swoosh. "Garrouch, don't be unreasonable! Sit down! "
"You …" Garrouch's neck was red. The bulging arteries and veins in his neck looked as if two sausages had been stuffed into them.
"This is the Northern Expedition Army, and this is the supreme commander of the Alliance. This is not your Warsong clan's hunting ground. If you continue to be rude, get the hell back to Orgrimmar! "Varrock scolded sternly.
In terms of status, Varrock Salufar was the current chief of the Blackrock clan, on equal footing with Garrouch.
In terms of status, as the supreme commander of the great chief, Salufar had the authority to directly lead the entire Beastman army. During the tribal wars, even chiefs like Wojin and Cain had to listen to his commands.
Garrouch, who was still inexperienced and had not even fully grasped the Warsong Clan, did not have the confidence to challenge Varrock.
"Hmph!" After letting out a disdainful snort, Garrusch finally crossed his arms and sat down forcefully. Little did they know that in psychology, crossing one's arms in front of one's chest was actually a defensive posture that prevented one from communicating with the other party.
Varrock said apologetically, "Sorry, Garrouch is a brat from Nagrand. Young and impulsive, Sir Marcus, please do not blame him. "
"No, no! It's fine. "Duque smiled and waved his hand.
Of course, in his heart, Duque was laughing his head off.
There would always be people with bad brains in this world. Should I say, Brainless Roar is indeed Brainless Roar?
How ignorant and fearless!
Who gave you the courage to use such a trivial reason to challenge a demigod?
If the great chief of the tribe was an idiot, then Duque would not hesitate to take care of the tribe first.
Since he was familiar with the course of history, Duque did not mind watching Garrouch go further and further down the road of seeking death. It was as interesting as watching a clown jumping around.
On the other side, Jaina clapped her hands and a gnome wizard ran to the podium.
"Hello! Honorable Alliance Commander Marcus. Hello! Respected Sir Sarufar. I am today's host, Millhouse Mana Storm! " The dwarf who spoke had a head of silvery white hair and a beard, as well as two rather eye-catching handlebar mustaches.
He wore a blue wizard robe with golden edges and a pair of bright red trousers. He looked quite … comical.
What surprised Duque the most was his name. As a transmigrator, Duque would certainly not forget this incomparably famous and amusing gnome wizard.
Gnomes were a highly intelligent race, and at the same time, they had a strong desire for knowledge. If there was a chance to use technology that they could not achieve to satisfy their thirst for knowledge, many people would do so. Of course, Millhouse did the same.
In the original history, his first appearance was during the Burning Crusade. This guy intended to steal the Naaru's spaceship and use the Naaru's technology to explore the outside world.
He stealthily boarded the ship of his dreams. But unfortunately, Kael 'thas's Blood Elf troops captured the Naaru's spaceship. Then, to protect himself, Millhouse hid in the second cell. As a result, when the players were beating the Boss of the Anti-Magic Prison, this guy came out to help beat the Boss.
In history, Millhouse was a very famous person who caused a lot of trouble. In addition, he was the only wizard who survived after the teleportation failed and was lost in space.
Duque just did not know why this amusing Pharaoh would come here.
He also did not know that this amusing Pharaoh was already at the peak of the Radiant Moon realm and showed faint signs of breaking through to the Breaking Dawn realm. It was not that Duque was boasting, but as long as he personally helped Millhouse adjust the magic circuit, the Alliance would immediately have a third Breaking Dawn Great Wizard.
It was just that this was quite unnecessary. First of all, it would affect Millhouse's growth. Secondly, once this guy entered the Breaking Dawn, they would have to find a position for him in the Dalajan, or at least one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council. Then the question was — what would be the consequences of letting an amusing fool be a leader?
The answer was — amusing was contagious!
It would definitely be a nightmare to raise this crazy and curious Gnome Mage to the top. Duque would not be able to do anything and would be responsible for cleaning up Millhouse's mess all day long.
Seeing Millhouse, Duque did not have time to say anything. Brainless Roar jumped out again.
"What is this?! A lowly dwarf? Is there no normal people in the Alliance? Why should I listen to a lowly guy who can't even reach my knees? "Brainless Roar's temper could be said to be unreasonable.
He had a bad temper, and Millhouse was not easy to deal with.
This irascible dwarf stood up with his hands on his hips, and the Frost Magic Circuit worked rapidly. Almost instantly, an ice platform formed under his feet, lifting him to the same level as Garrus.
Millhouse spat on Brainless Roar on the spot. "Lowly? Buddy, I don't care who you are. No one dares to say that the mighty Millhouse is a 'lowly' dwarf! Let me tell you, this is racial discrimination! My height difference with yours is at least five feet! Okay, maybe six feet. But so what? Do you believe that I can burn off your ugly legs with a fireball and reduce the height difference between you and me?! "
At this moment, before everyone could react, another dwarf jumped out. "I don't know what happened here, but I will be happy to deal with this unreasonable fool with Millhouse!"
"What did you say?!" Brainless Roar clenched his fists and stood up.
At this moment, Duque's leisurely voice was heard. "Grom, control your son!"
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