In the eyes of most Orcs, they looked down on human women.
With such a slender waist, wouldn't it be broken in two hits?
With such a small butt, it would pierce his flesh in a few hits.
Her breasts were not much bigger than a pear. Ah, she must have no milk when giving birth.
This Alliance Messenger Jaina was really ugly!
Feeling the disdain from his own Orc guards, and even an Orc who 'called' Jaina an ugly woman at a volume of 100 decibels, Sal's eyebrows kept twitching.
Sigh, the difference in aesthetics brought about by different races and styles was unbearable!
As someone who had grown up among humans, Sal had completely accepted the aesthetics of humans. Like any adult male, he was shocked by Jaina's soul-stirring beauty.
Back then, when Orgrim had stolen him from Guohalton Castle and sent him to Brill, Sal was still a slave gladiator.
When he was growing up, it was as if fate had coincided. He met a servant who had immigrated from Hillsbrad. The servant had a daughter named Taretha Foxton.
She was a little girl who had never seen war with her own eyes. Because of the death of her own brother, she projected Sal, who had been taken care of by her parents, as a substitute for her brother. She was not afraid of this green-skinned Orc at all. She often taught Sal, who knew nothing about human society, many things in private. She secretly gave all kinds of books to Sal to read without his master's knowledge, and secretly exchanged letters with Sal for many years.
Taretha's behavior was not only like a kind mother, but also like a good sister who took care of her brother. She cultivated Sal to be a good leader who was both tolerant and dignified.
Even though Sal had been separated from Taresha when he broke free from Briar's cage, at this moment, for some reason, he felt that Taresha's voice and appearance overlapped with this female emissary of the Alliance in front of him.
Sal sat on the rough chief's throne, opened his arms, and spoke in the common human language with a Lordaeron accent. "Hello! Messenger of the Alliance, I am the current chief of the tribe, Sal. May I have the honor of knowing your name? Beautiful lady. "
To everyone's surprise, Jaina bowed slightly and replied in the Blackrock tribe's Orc language, "Good day to you, strong Great Chief Saar. I am Princess Kurtiras of the Human Kingdom, leader of the Kalimdor Pioneers and Alliance Ambassador Jaina Proudmoore! "
Almost all the Orc guards became excited when they heard this.
Proudmoore! A ferocious family name second only to Marcus among the older generation of beastmen!
The old warriors who had experienced the second battle of the Dark Portal might not understand why Duque was the mastermind, but they definitely knew that the fleet that buried hundreds of thousands of elite orcs was the fleet of a man named Proudmoore.
Not only that, but this woman also claimed to be the pioneer of Kalimdor!?
Did this mean that the despicable humans had tricked them out of the human territory, and now they wanted to take over this barren land that the Orcs regarded as their own backyard?
The Orcs were clamoring.
However, as Sal suddenly raised his hand, all 5,000 Beastmen instantly fell silent. Even though many of the green-skinned Beastmen were red in the face, no one dared to make a fuss or attack Jaina.
Even Jaina, who was used to seeing the elites of the Alliance, was secretly shocked that Ling Xing's actions had reached such a level.
Sal's voice sounded again. This time, he spoke in the Orc language, "Although I would like to say 'welcome', the word 'welcome' has always been reserved for our own people and friends. I just don't know if the emissary's intention is war or peace? "
Jaina shook her head slowly, "Chief Sal, Brill, where you grew up, is still a paradise for the undead until I speak to you. The war has not ended, but it is not a war between the Alliance and the Horde, but a war between the living and the dead. "
If the silence just now was the silence of people panting and suppressing their anger, then the current silence had evolved into absolute silence.
Almost every Orc sucked in a breath of cold air.
From the slightly stifling battle in Dalaran's territory to the continuous stream of injured Orcs turning into ashen Undying Beasts, the Undying Realm. Every Orc present had experienced the horror of the Undead Army.
Even on the ships that came here, there were still some Orcs who concealed their injuries and turned into Undead along the way, harming their own compatriots. There were a total of 13 ships that, because the captains were soft-hearted or careless, didn't control the Undead well or disinfect them, and as a result, these ships all turned into ghost ships floating on the Endless Sea.
Sal and Wo Jin looked at each other and then nodded to Varrock, who was leading the army. He stood up and raised the [Hammer of Destruction] to announce to the Orcs: "For the time being, the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde will be put aside. In order to let the dead rest in peace and let the living continue to have the right to live, I declare that the Alliance emissary is a friend of the Horde! Everyone, dismiss! "
The Horde's 5,000 Orc army dispersed in an uproar.
This allowed Jaina's heart to relax a little.
Wokin made an inviting gesture and led Jaina to follow behind Sal into the Great Chieftain's tent, which was as tall as three people.
Sal sat down on the most gorgeous velociraptor skin in the tent. When he invited Jaina to sit down, Jaina didn't hide her disgust. With a flick of her finger, a chair made of pure ice suddenly appeared under Jaina's buttocks.
Stopping the guard, Sal frowned slightly: "Lord Proudmoore is a mage?"
"Yes! Radiant Moon! "
Although he didn't understand why Duque sent such a mage and princess as an emissary, this couldn't stop Sal's curiosity about Jaina and the current situation of the Alliance.
Sal, who couldn't know the situation on the other side of the sea, was now at a loss. He hoped to meet a more immature diplomatic emissary than him, which would give him more initiative in the following negotiations.
Sal was indeed very smart, and he had also seen the human world. Unfortunately, many things in the world were not equal. He had been in Lordaeron for a long time, so he couldn't understand how advanced the technology in the southern part of the continent was.
Also, because of the unequal intelligence, he couldn't judge the intention of Jaina's next words.
After all, Sal was only a 15-year-old boy. No matter how talented he was, there was still a huge gap in experience between him and Jaina.
If Orgrim was still there, it would be better. Unfortunately, the only adviser around him was Wo Jin, who also knew little about human society. At this point in time, although Wo Jin was wise, he was just a country bumpkin who had just escaped from the jungle of Stranglethorn Vale.
When Jaina spoke, Sal and the others were perfectly led.
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