Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. "Orc, I smell greed and cunning in you. If it weren't for Orgrimmar's recommendation, I would even want to make a hole in the back of your head. ← Baidu Search → [←书のRead" Zujin's response to Gul'dan The first impression was extremely poor.
"On the contrary, my first impression of you is very good. Lord Zujin, should I call you the patriarch? Chief? Or His Majesty the King?" Gul'dan lowered his posture and spoke softly, fully demonstrating his friendliness towards the trolls. manner.
"Zul'Aman has no king, and the Amani trolls are all brothers. Zul'jin is Zul'jin, nothing else." Even if Zul'jin waits to see Gul'dan again, he would not be able to accuse his ally too much, not to mention the other party's attitude. of sincerity.
"Okay, Lord Zujin, what do you need Gul'dan to do for the great Amani Troll?" Gul'dan naturally had no training as a salesperson, but that professional smile made Zujin inexplicable. My heart trembled.
Zujin left the simple camp built by the trolls and walked to the edge of the platform where the troll army was stationed. He stretched out his thick fingers and pointed at the Yongsong Forest in the distance, and said to Gul'dan who was following behind him. "See? The forest over there."
"At this time of year, the trees are still so lush. It's a very good place." Gul'dan sniffed the air that seemed to smell like maple syrup and admired.
"A long time ago, this place used to be the holy land of our Amani trolls. It was those ugly elves who occupied our holy land and massacred the people of Amani. Now, they actually slander us as ugly massacres and shameless executioners. !”
Zuljin's words aroused the common hatred among the trolls.
"So, as a member of the Horde and an ally of the orcs, what kind of help does Lord Zujin need from the orc Gul'dan?"
Gul'dan opened his arms, as if embracing the great friendship between orcs and trolls.
"Magic, enchantment. Orgrim said that you are the best warlock among the orcs. He sent his most trusted and capable magic advisor to the trolls. I need you to help Zul'Aman's witch doctors and shamans Work with the sorcerers to break the enchantment of the elves. Just the sporadic elves outside the enchantment cannot quell the rage of the trolls."
After listening to Zuljin's words, Gul'dan couldn't help but shudder. The most trusted and capable magic advisor... is Orgrim talking about me?
Gul'dan had a thought lingering in his mind. It couldn't be dispersed for a long time: Orgrim, Ogrim, a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes is not a good thing!
"Of course, Lord Zuljin, we have a common enemy. Helping Amani's troll allies is helping us orcs ourselves. As Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer's most loyal and reliable friend, although I cannot praise myself He is the best warlock in the tribe, but he is not a fool who does not understand magic. Please give me some time, Lord Zujin, to study the magic of elves."
Gul'dan suppressed a twisted smile. Following the words of Orgrim and Zujin.
"Of course, I will give you time to prove yourself. If you are as good as Orgrim said, that is a warlock, you will get Zujin's friendship." Zujin gave the promise of friendship.
"By gaining the friendship of Lord Zul'jin, you will gain the friendship of the entire Zul'Aman trolls. Cherish and seize this opportunity, orc." A troll helped, and other trolls nodded in approval.
"Zul'Aman and Silvermoon City have been fighting for thousands of years. We are not ignorant of the tricks of the elves. Go consult our troll spellcasters. They will help you, warlock." Zujin added One sentence.
"Why the question, Lord Zul'jin, praise the greatness of the trolls and your generosity, Lord Zul'jin."
After meeting Gul'dan, the trolls and orcs separated.
"Lord Zujin, I don't like that orc warlock."
"I don't like it either. It's similar to the smell of voodoo, but more disgusting. The artificial gesture is disgusting. Ambition and lust have twisted his soul. He deserves to be just an errand boy, and my friend Ogg Reem is the chief."
"Zu Jin is always right!"
While the troll Zuljin was talking about Gul'dan with his men, Gul'dan was also talking with his men.
"Lord Gul'dan, can these ignorant and arrogant trolls really help you get what you want?" Tyrone Bloodfiend asked.
"Ner'zhul calls this world Azeroth. And Azeroth is not Draenor. The difference in space laws and the poor affinity of the power of shadow make it impossible for me to build a stable portal. But this The army of four hundred people has consumed too much of my casting materials. In this war, we are at least passers-by, and the trolls are the main force. Helping them is helping yourself. Before the goal is achieved, do not reveal any hatred towards Zujin. dissatisfied."
Gul'dan said this not only to Tyrone Bloodfiend, but also to his subordinates.
"The trolls are weak and arrogant. Without Orgrim's assistance, I can defeat them with two thousand orc warriors, but Zujin seems untrustworthy." Tyron Bloodfiend commented.
"With a simple relationship, it is not difficult for us to find that Zuljin is just cultivating a personality. But what does this have to do with us? Orgrim did not really treat them... Chief Orgrim sincerely warned me, Trolls are the most reliable partners of orcs in the world. Orcs and trolls are a community of interests with common aspirations and all-round strategic partners who share weal and woe. If the friendship between orcs and trolls is unbreakable, then the entire tribe will be unbreakable. You must We must fulfill the great chief’s instructions with all our heart and help our troll allies win the war, do you understand?”
Although they didn't understand why Gul'dan suddenly changed his tune, his subordinates still understood.
After walking some distance, Gul'dan suddenly spat.
"Bad temptation, poor magical attainments, deserved to be oppressed by elves for thousands of years."
Gul'dan said this about troll magic.
"Master, what just happened?" Tyrone Blood Demon asked in confusion.
"A mixture of the elemental power of shamanism and the strange power of shadow, an ugly frog." Because the questioner was Tyrone Bloodfiend, his reliable subordinate, Gul'dan explained it in front of him.
In this way, the orcs and trolls began to cooperate under the banner of the tribe despite mutual distrust, in order to fight against the elves.
Afterwards, under Gul'dan's research, the secrets of the rune stones gradually surfaced.
"Lord Zujin, I think we should launch a feint attack. Without obtaining the actual object, we will not be able to crack the mystery of the Elf Barrier after all." Gul'dan said.
"What you said makes sense. Humans have been punished. Let them linger under the fear of the troll army for the time being. After the troops going south gather, I will arrange an attack on the elves, and then you can find a way to do it yourself. A piece of broken stone from the elves." Zujin was very satisfied with Gul'dan's research results.
The main function of the high elves' large barrier is to shield the overflow of magical power, and the outer part of the barrier also has a confusing effect. Superstitious trolls often make a big circle and return to the starting point after invading the Great Barrier. Those who are lucky can escape from the barrier due to fear and regain their sense of direction. Those who are unlucky will starve to death in the Great Barrier or be killed. Shot by elves' patrols. Over time, the Great Barrier was demonized by trolls.
But such little tricks can't deal with Gul'dan. Making some small compasses is not a complicated technology, and it doesn't even have anything to do with magic.
"The arrogant elf actually used this little trick to fool the trolls for thousands of years, hahahaha." Gul'dan laughed happily.
At this time, Carlos's army had just left Anhador, and Carlos was beating up his two younger brothers who were trying to sneak into the army.
"Brother, when you were so old, you already married the Hinterlands and fought trolls. Why can't I?" Alex said while being held up in the air by Carlos with one hand and his claws spreading.
"That's right, that's right." Wilton was too fat and escaped the disaster, so he helped.
"Todd, send these two bastards back to Keldaron and tell Mother the whole story."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Alex yelled unwillingly that his eldest brother Carlos had killed his military journey.
"Did you see that?" Carlos put down Alex and asked his two brothers.
"What?"
"what did you see?"
The two younger brothers followed the direction of Carlos's fingers with confused expressions on their faces.
"My stupid brother, the distance between where you are standing and Andorhal is only five hundred meters, what do you want me to say?"
Carlos sighed deeply, moved Alex and Wilton's bodies, kicked each of them on the butt, and gave them the last words before leaving: "Get out."
If you can sneak into the team and wait until you are discovered after entering the territory of Stratholme, it is not impossible to lead you to join the army.
Thinking of this, Carlos decided to ignore his two stupid brothers and leave directly. (To be continued.).
