"I'll just quietly watch you show off."
"I'll never interrupt you."
"You're brainless and looking for trouble …"
Duque, the commander of the Alliance and demigod of the Weave, had once again used an unreliable children's song to make his two daughters giggle.
Aurelia could not stand it anymore and came forward to stop him. Who knew that Duque would actually grab her by the waist and carry her to the next room to practice swordsmanship.
"Ah! You … What time is this? I still have to look after my daughters. "Aurelia exclaimed.
"Don't worry, don't we still have Sasha? Anyway, any one of you can support two babies. "Duque said shamelessly.
"You …" Although this was not reliable, it was the truth.
Plus, she had been pregnant for quite a long time. No matter how strong Aurelia's maternal instincts were, she was still a woman. The accumulated pressure was released by Duque in a few attacks.
Soon, the Windrunner sisters found that Duque was in a particularly good mood. It was rare that he would not let go of them.
"Obviously, the tribe has changed to a chief who is against the Alliance. Why do I feel that you're in a good mood?" Sasha asked.
"Haha! Garrus Hellscream, I prefer to call him 'brainless howl'! Sal thought that as long as he was not too wasteful, it would be fine. Even Sal himself probably couldn't imagine how brainless he could be! That is an existence that can constantly refresh a human's understanding of the bottom line of IQ and EQ … "Duque held the Windrunner sisters, but let out a smug sneer.
It was the smile of a hunter watching his prey foolishly fall into a trap.
Sal's judgment of the general trend was indeed not wrong.
Azeroth was still in a constant state of trouble and suffering one disaster after another.
Anyway, as long as powerful foreign enemies continued to exist, the Alliance would not launch a full-scale war against the tribe.
Even if Garrus only had 5 points of intelligence, as long as he was willing to listen to the advice of Wojin and the others, he would fight for benefits and living space for the tribe through friction and confrontation.
His reckless and arrogant personality was the best cover.
Sal firmly believed that the think tank he left behind could hold the tribe's situation, or at least not collapse.
Obviously, Sal had underestimated Garrouch's recklessness and the Alliance's reaction.
In the [Makgora] that was supposed to be a routine event, Garrouch killed a chieftain from a medium-sized clan [White Eagle] with a single swing of his axe.
In the Death Duel of Makgora, it was normal for someone to die.
The problem was that the White Eagle Chief had laid down his weapon and begged for mercy. According to tradition, surrendering was a great humiliation, but the victor should not humiliate the loser and should spare the other's life.
Garrouch, however, despised the other party for being a coward and still killed him without a care in the world.
Then, Garrus made a bold statement. "If any chieftain other than the Beastmen dares to come down, I will kill every single one of them!"
This undoubtedly cast a dark shadow over Makgora.
Everyone knew that the leader of the tribe had to be an orc. When Saar established the new tribe, he promised that the chiefs of other races would have the same status as the Orc chief.
Wasn't Garrouche slapping him in the face by saying that?
Kane, Wojin, and Delano all had ugly expressions on their faces.
Makgora ended without any suspense.
Among the younger generation, only Delano had a chance to defeat Garrouch.
Of course, the young Salufar wouldn't tear down his father and Saar's stage. As a result, Brainless Roar easily won with a crushing momentum.
He succeeded as the Great Chieftain.
After officially becoming the Great Chieftain, Wojin's first suggestion was to issue a notice to the Alliance. After all, the Horde and the Alliance were in an alliance, and the Horde also needed the Alliance's food to relieve the refugees. Sending a notice and hoping that the Alliance would send a king to participate in the Great Chieftain's succession ceremony was etiquette and a show of respect for the Alliance.
Who knew that Garrouch would refuse.
"I am the Great Chieftain of the Horde! I only need to get the approval of the Beastmen! It has nothing to do with the other races, nor does it have anything to do with the despicable Alliance that once enslaved our compatriots! "I didn't immediately start a war to seek justice from that shameless alliance that stole Noscent's land, that's already for the sake of the covenant."
His speech, of course, won the cheers of the young Beastmen, but it made the faces of the Chieftains of the major races quite ugly.
Because he had just scolded the Trolls, Taurens, and Forsaken.
The few big shots could only stiffen their faces and smile politely, pretending that they had heard wrong.
Wojin's heart sank. He vaguely guessed Saar's thoughts. Judging from the results, Saar might have gone overboard!
As the contact person who often contacted the Alliance's Throne Conference, Wojin could only trouble himself to let the Troll Mage open a portal and go to Stormwind City.
The first place Wojin went to was not the Alliance Headquarters in Stormwind City, but Duke Marcus' mansion.
"I came this time to inform the Alliance that our former Great Chieftain, Saar, decided to go back to Nagrand to seek help from the elements in order to figure out the truth of the Elemental Rebellion. And the new Great Chieftain, Garrouch Hellscream, has officially taken office today. Uh, he is the son of Sir Marcus' only Beastman general, Grom Hellscream. "
Wojin had already said it very tactfully. He couldn't say that Saar, in order to avoid the Alliance's monopoly of demigods, ran away to practice, and when he came back, the Alliance would not bully them. Instead, he mentioned Howl's name indifferently and directly pointed out his relationship with Howl.
This was the hope that the Alliance would look at the Buddha's face.
Who knew …
"Oh! Sorry for troubling Sir Wojin. The Alliance knows. Sir Wojin, you can also go back. "
Wojin was directly slammed at the door.
If it was someone else who treated Wojin like this, Wojin might be able to use his identity to suppress the other party.
Unfortunately, it was Vashj who gave him a sanitary eye!
The dignified Queen of the Fangs, now the Demigod of Lake Azeroth Lordamir Lake, Vashj, dressed in a black and white lace maid dress, guarded the door for Duque.
Although it was said that Wo Jin gave a cold shoulder to a maid, the maid was too awesome!
Anyway, Duque was the only one in the world who could let a demigod guard the door.
Wojin was still a little unwilling to give up, "Excuse me, is Sir Marcus … busy now? If you're not busy … "
Before Wojin finished speaking, he heard Du Mouke's unique voice coming from a room not too far upstairs.
"I'll just quietly watch you …" This was an off-key singing.
"Giggle!" This was the laughter of a little girl.
Wojin's awkward smile was lost.
Vashj crossed her hands, gently pressed them on her lower abdomen, and put on a very formal smile, "My master is indeed busy. There are not many important things in the world that are qualified to disturb the master. Even when Neltharion ran out earlier, he only dared to use a substitute to shout a few times. You still have to get out! "
The subtext was – Wojin should also get out!
Wo Jin could only casually say a few compliments and leave.
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