A few days later, Michaela and her party, who had temporarily escaped the harassment of the evil god, had returned to the crossroads of the Barrens and were feasting in the hotel restaurant.
Not only that, Mikaela even met an old friend, the orc adventurer Graca-Stone Axe, whom she met on the airship!
"Some time ago, my brothers and I formed a team to investigate the situation in the Wailing Cave."
Graca took a sip of wine while bragging to Michaela about his experiences during this period: "I heard from the group of druids that something happened in the Wailing Cave, causing the fang druids inside to go crazy. So I led the team to solve the trouble inside."
Michaela swallowed the chocobo meat in her mouth and said, "But I believe this matter is definitely not over!"
"Of course."
Graca patted his strong chest and continued: "After my investigation, I found that the evil atmosphere in the Druid's dream world (Emerald Dream) seeped out, causing the Wailing Cave to be polluted."
Having said that, I know what Graca will say next: "So, I led the team to defeat the source of the pollution, a monster named 'The Devourer' Mutanus, and saved the world."
"Puch!"
Marlenia, who was sitting next to Michaela, laughed out loud. At the same time, Michaela also noticed that the other people on the table to her right also had something to say.
"Hey, Graca, your boast is too exaggerated!"
The first one to speak was the strong black-haired female orc with a high ponytail: "You are leading the team on an adventure in the Wailing Cave, and you are investigating? Where do you put us people?"
After being exposed by his teammates, Graca obviously still wanted to face shame: "Well, Cynthia, I will mention your contribution in the operation soon."
Cynthia - Broken Blade, female orc, occupation: stalker, Graca's teammate, she is the one who really investigated the source.
After Cynthia opened her mouth, other teammates also seemed to start talking. For example, the tall tauren said: "Graca, this mission to enter the Wailing Classmates expedition was issued by our Thunder Bluff Druid Guild, and I am the one who organized you. Go, when did you become the captain?"
Graca was stunned for a few seconds and could only say: "Tukaro, of course I will not forget you. Isn't this what I was about to mention."
Tukaro - Natural totem, male tauren, occupation: Druid, as mentioned above, he is the initiator of this operation in the Wailing Cave.
The next person to speak was the red-haired giant magician: "Graca, why don't you introduce your fighting style to our new friends?"
Hearing the "heroic appearance" of the battle, Graca became anxious: "Pickit, if you want to brag about yourself, just say so!"
Pickett, a male troll, occupation: mage, he is the real powerful Piece in Graca's team, that is, the output.
"Okay, Pickett."
At this time, the previously silent Forgotten One spoke: "We can't always tease Graca. After all, in this expedition to the Wailing Cave, Graca's performance was not bad, at least much better than he was before."
"Hey, Randolph!"
Graca said with a dark face, "Are you praising me or disparaging me?"
Randolph Carter, Forgotten, male, occupation: Priest, as a healer, his significance in the team is self-evident.
"I just want to say that you should evaluate a person comprehensively, and you can't just look at the shortcomings without looking at the advantages."
The Forsaken belong to the undead, so compared to other team members, Randolph has no emotions and appears cold.
But he was such a person. He glanced at Mikaela and then said: "Recently, I heard news from my hometown in the Undercity that a very powerful figure has emerged from the blood elves in Silvermoon City."
Hearing this, Michaela didn't respond. It was obvious that Randolph felt something, but Graca seemed heartless:
"Oh, really! Apart from Michaela and his sister, I have never seen any other elves in Silvermoon City. If I really see that fierce guy one day, I really want to compete with him. Come on, let’s see who is more powerful!”
At the end, Graca turned to look at Michaela: "By the way, brother Michaela, you are also an elf from Silvermoon City, so do you know the powerful guy Randolph mentioned?"
"Hahahahaha!"
In the spiritual world, Torina had long been holding her stomach and laughing.
But in reality, Michaela said without changing his expression: "It's a pity that I haven't heard of this kind of guy, Graca. If you see him one day, please remember to tell me."
Graca immediately stretched out his big hand, put it on Mikaela's shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Okay, after I defeat him, I will definitely let my brothers see my victory."
Okay, still victorious.
Cynthia, Tukaro and Pickett all looked at him with disdain, not believing his nonsense at all.
As for the Forgotten Randolph, he said to Michaela: "Graca just likes to brag, but his big brother is different."
Someone mentioned her eldest brother, and Graca instantly became quiet. Noticing his changes, Michaela took the initiative to ask: "What's wrong, Graca?"
The one who answered Mikaela was the female orc Cynthia: "Graca's eldest brother is called Glade-Steel Axe. He is different from his younger brother. Glade was born in Kor'kron and is a top-ranked adventurer in our tribe. The strong one."
The Kor'kron are the elite troops of the tribe. For example, the warchief's guards are all Kor'kron members. One can imagine their strength. Graca actually has an eldest brother who was born in Kor'kron, and even Michaela couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
But on the other hand, having such a super big brother standing over his head is an existence that is difficult to surpass for Graca himself.
No wonder Graca would immediately drink in silence whenever Glade was mentioned.
"Graca."
Michaela, who could see through the other person's thoughts, comforted her: "Don't care about what others think, just be yourself."
"Well, thank you, Michaela."
A smile appeared on Graca's face: "You are such a friend."
"What about us?" Tukaro asked.
"Yeah, aren't we friends?" Even Cynthia spoke up.
"Ha, you guys!"
Graca regained his composure, and said with renewed energy: "I, Graca, am not an orc who likes the new and dislikes the old. I am guided by blood and glory. Tomorrow we will go south to deal with the wild boars!"
Tauren Tukarama immediately agreed: "Okay, we tauren have been harassed by wild boars in the Southern Barrens. It's time to deal with them."
Pickett also said: "I heard from my tribe that the wild boar people in the south seemed to have hugged someone, so they seemed very arrogant. Since we want to do it, how about doing it violently and rushing directly into the Razorfen?"
Randolph answered: "Are we going directly to Razorfen? That's the base camp of the wild boar people. Is it enough for just a few of us?"
While speaking, Randolph looked at the two Michaela brothers, and his meaning was already clear.
To be fair, Michaela did have some ideas when she was free. How about going to Razorfen?
But at this moment, a mighty orc walked into the restaurant. After glancing around, he walked towards Mikayla's direction.
Michaela also noticed the visitor, and even felt that he looked familiar. However, the orc's appearance looked very similar to the elves, so he did not recognize him immediately...
"Mikaela, he is Nazgrel!"
After Torina's reminder, Mikaela remembered the identity of the other party, Nazgrel, a confidant of Warchief Thrall. When he was the ambassador of Silvermoon City, it was he who was responsible for receiving her.
The chief's confidant is not working in Orgrimmar today, so he came to the crossroads for a holiday?
How can it be!
Sure enough, Nazgrel came to Mikaela, stood at attention and hit his left chest with his right fist, assuming an orc salute posture, and then said:
"Mikaela, the blood elf from Silvermoon City, please come with me."
"Fuck!"
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Nazgrel's identity is unusual. Not only the other people in the restaurant, but also Graca who is sitting at the same table with Mikaela, as well as Cynthia, Tukaro, and Picket at the next table are all shocked. Only Randolph, the Forgotten One who was not very emotional, was still drinking calmly.
Michaela was very calm and said: "Long time no see, Nazgrel, may I know the reason?"
"Yeah, long time no see, Michaela."
Nazgrel replied: "The war chief wants to see you, you should know the reason."
Sure enough, what is supposed to come will always come.
"I do know."
But before getting up, Michaela turned her head and looked at Marlenia.
Nazgrel spoke out Mikaela's thoughts first: "Don't worry, Mikaela, I will arrange her residence."
Michaela, who had no worries, stood up and left the restaurant with Malenia and Nazgrel as others watched.
Watching Mikaela leave, Graca immediately turned to his colleagues and said, "What is Mikaela's background? Why did the chief send someone to pick him up?"
"I do not know!"
Cynthia and Tukaro both shook their heads. They didn't know the situation at all. Only the troll Pickett seemed to have thought of something and turned to Randolph, who was still drinking, and asked:
"Randolph, do you know something?"
After swallowing the wine in his mouth, Randolph said: "I couldn't confirm it before, but it should be possible now. Michaela must be that very powerful guy among the elves of Silvermoon City."
"Wow!"
At this moment, Graca couldn't help but recall the first time he met the Michaela brothers and sisters in the Briar Hotel. At that time...
Back to Mikaela, since Nazgrel was not arresting anyone, he gave Mikaela brother and sister time to pack their bags, and then he got on the Kodo cart with them and headed for Ogre along the road. Ma.
After two days of journey, Mikaela returned to Orgrimmar, the political center of the tribe. What will be waiting for him?
Torina took the opportunity to speak:
"Michaela, although the attack on the human and night elf camps was all controlled by the Dread Lord Gulientesha, the person who launched the attack at the scene was indeed you, so..."
Michaela: "So what?"
Torina: "So, Warchief Thrall may deal with you directly on the grounds of sowing alliance relations..."
