When Guyin'er hurriedly left Stonetalon Mountain and rushed all the way to the vicinity of the Warsong Lumber Camp in the east of Ashenvale, the most urgent stage of the situation was already over.
The demon army led by Mannoros retreated into the canyon in embarrassment, and the intoxicated Warsong clan was also controlled by various coalition forces that arrived successively.
However, because they had just relapsed to a large dose not long ago, the captured Warsong orcs were still in a state of excitement.
Salayan, who was recuperating her body and catching inspiration for breakthroughs, felt angry because she thought these guys were too bad-mouthed and caused a lot of noise.
In line with the idea of fighting odor with odor and poison with poison, he ordered Varok to lead people to block the mouths of the group of people who screamed the loudest.
They used the rag socks that their orc compatriots had completely pickled with the smell after a bloody and sweaty war. The smell...at least Sharlayan definitely didn't want to try it himself.
When Guyin'er arrived at the Warsong logging camp angrily, the first thing he saw was the Warsong orc prisoner who was hung in front of the camp door to get some air. He rolled his eyes because of the smelly socks and no longer had the strength to curse.
"This is……"
Guyin'er, who was originally furious, was stunned for a moment when he saw this strange scene, and then he smelled a particularly strong familiar odor.
Since being appointed as the new chief of the tribe by Orgrim, as an alien raised by humans, Guyin'er has been eating and drinking with the orc veterans for a long time in order to close the relationship with his compatriots as quickly as possible. live.
In the military camp, he had long been accustomed to the male odor caused by the excessive secretion of male hormones, but such close contact and seeing those things appear in people's mouths... still made Gu Yin'er... Physical discomfort and some nausea.
Varok, who heard that the great chief had returned and came out of the camp to greet him, smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "This is the decision of Duke Deep Shadow. He thought these guys were too noisy, so he hung them outside the camp to 'calm down'."
Guyin'er was a bit dumbfounded by Sarlayan's bad taste. Since he didn't understand the specific situation, he couldn't say much at the moment.
"Varok, what's going on?"
"Didn't I ask the Warsong clan to come to Ashvale to cut trees? How come they are related to the blood of demons again?"
"High Overseer Saurfang did not understand the full extent of the incident."
Sarlayan, who had basically recovered, also heard the news of Guyin'er's return, and followed the orc commander who came first to greet him and came to Guyin'er.
"Sit down in the camp first and let me explain in detail."
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"So that's it..."
After listening to Sarlayan's review of the whole incident, Guyin'er rubbed his brows with a headache.
"It is my responsibility. I did not find out the ownership of the Ashenvale Forest in advance. This led to this conflict with the night elves that should not have happened, and then triggered a series of subsequent events."
"You can't say that."
Sarlayan patted Guyin'er on the shoulder comfortingly: "No one can predict the situation. After finally crossing the sea storm and arriving at a completely unfamiliar continent, it is the most basic common sense to first collect materials to build camps and fortifications."
Since construction technology has not yet developed to a high enough level, the orcs can only use wood to build camps, and the red soil of Durotar where they landed is extremely barren.
Under the threat that the Burning Legion might attack at any time, Guyin, who was eager to gain a foothold in Kalimdor, would naturally explore the surrounding area to find enough wood to arm his people.
Although Gu Yin'er sent two groups of scouts out to explore, the vegetation coverage in the Barrens was not much better than that in Durotar, and only the scouts exploring north could bring back good news.
No matter whether the orcs choose to enter Azshara or Ashenvale, the final result will not be fundamentally different, because the conflict between the needs of survival and the nature-loving night elves is inevitable.
Unless, someone can build a bridge between the two parties before they come into contact.
But this man happened to go elsewhere to deal with other equally important matters because of the delay in the voyage of the orcs and trolls.
It was due to various coincidences that the Warsong clan, the most bellicose, started fighting with the night elves who came to question them without any dialogue or negotiation.
"Things have already happened, and there is no point in pursuing responsibility now."
Sarlayan said seriously to Guyin'er, who had grown a lot in the past few years but was still a little immature: "The focus now is how to arrange follow-up matters."
"Negotiations and communication with the night elves, and handling of the Warsong clan that acted without authorization require you, the war chief, to make your own decisions."
Guyin'er smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Not long ago, I met the High Priest Whisperwind of the night elves at the prophet in Stonetalon Mountain."
"Unfortunately, there are also some problems within the night elves. At this time, they may not have time to negotiate with the tribe."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Sharlayan explained with a smile: "Tylande Whisperwind is indeed a high-ranking member of the night elves, but he is only one of them, and not the one with the highest status."
"If you believe me, then focus on solving the Warsong Clan's problem first, and I will build a channel for peaceful dialogue between the orcs and night elves."
Guyin'er replied without hesitation: "Of course I am willing to believe you. If it weren't for your help, Talesa and I would not have been able to escape from Durnholde Castle, and the series of adventures that followed would naturally have been impossible." Speaking of."
"As for the Warsong clan..."
Mentioning those stubborn warriors, Gu Yin'er patted his forehead with a headache: "To be honest, I don't know how to purify the demon blood in their bodies. I'm afraid the shaman's spells alone are not enough." Not caught.”
"I might be able to provide some help on that."
Suddenly, a voice that was familiar to both of them came from outside the tent where Sarlayan and Guyin'er were having a private meeting.
At the same time, Brox and Valeela, who were guarding the door, simultaneously drew their weapons and aimed at the mysterious hooded man who had just landed in crow form and turned into a human form.
...Of course, Valeera's reaction was an act, she already knew who the person coming was.
However, in order to prevent Gu Yin'er from having the bad feeling that his life had been arranged by others, Sarlayan had already ordered Valeera to deliberately pretend that she and Medivh did not know each other.
Seeing Sarai sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai and signaling with his eyes that he would come forward, Guyin'er said to the door without hesitation: "Brox, this gentleman is the prophet who guided us to Kalimdor. Let him in."
Guyin'er could not move Valeera under his command, but since Sarlayan did not object, Valeera, who had extremely high emotional intelligence, would certainly not embarrass Guyin'er at this juncture.
She and Brooks looked at each other, retracted their weapons at the same time, and stepped aside to make way for their positions.
Medivh did not take off his hood until he entered the tent, and nodded politely to Sharlayan and Guyin, as if he was not familiar with Sharlayan.
"Duke Shenying and Chief Guyin'er, please forgive me for taking the liberty of coming here."
Guyin'er smiled and told the other party that there was no need to be polite. He was more concerned about the help Medivh mentioned earlier.
"Prophet...heh~"
At this time, Sarlayan looked at Medivh's face and smiled meaningfully: "It turns out that the crow prophet Gu Yin'er said is you."
"Secretly handing over the complete set of blueprints for the Dark Portal to Gul'dan, and single-handedly introducing the orcs to Azeroth as the 'biggest contributor', the last guardian of Tirisfal - the Astral Mage Medivh."
