Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. One Fang. Bad Fang brought the priestess of the Rottenmoss clan and her bodyguard Hamir.
Carlos had a general feeling about the female troll named Irsa Wens, and he didn't think the female troll was cute. Out of courtesy, he shook hands with Priestess Ilsavans.
But for this Hamil, Carlos felt deep admiration. Although I admire Hamill more than ten years later.
In the memory of his previous life, Carlos clearly remembered the Black Dragon Princess quest line and the process of love and family, and he chose the Alliance as his home because he was moved from the bottom of his heart.
Compared with the epic and tragic mission story line of the Alliance, the missions of the Horde are more passionate and hero-like with the theme of a Western cowboy movie in the Great Amiri Kingdom, and lack a sense of weight and precipitation. Only in the Eastern Plaguelands, only the scroll series of missions of Hamil the Infiltrator allowed players to see the nobility of the tribe, or the trolls, or the glory of humanity.
The Bad Moss Clan, also known as the Rotten Moss Clan by the Alliance, is a troll clan that lives in the mountains to the east and south of Stratholme.
In the history of the previous life that I can remember, the Mossrotten Trolls were a branch of the Amani Empire that split off after the Troll War and abandoned Lordaeron. Even so, humans still have trouble getting along with them. The Mossrot Troll lost most of its territory before the Second Orc War. Like other forest trolls, mossrot trolls formed an alliance with the Horde during the Second War. When the Horde was undoubtedly defeated, Zul'jin disappeared, and the forest trolls abandoned their allies. Because of the Horde's ignominious defeat, the Mossrot Trolls have decided to have nothing to do with such reckless weaklings. These trolls are focused on driving humans out of Lordaeron. When the undead plague began to spread across the continent, the mossrot trolls quickly tasted the sweetness of this blossoming source of chaos. Because the plague was programmed to only infect humans, humanity's defenses quickly collapsed, and the Mossrot Trolls planned to reclaim their homeland piece by piece. The plague soon swept across the continent. The once verdant homeland of the Mossrot Trolls is now the northeastern corner of the Eastern Plaguelands. Plants and animals that were still alive struggled with disease. Despite the nightmare surroundings, the trolls refused to abandon their newly reclaimed homeland. A group of troll hunters left their base camp some time ago in search of healthy food to bring back to their people, as most of the animals had been infected by the plague. Eventually they found some animals that looked healthy. They killed the animals and brought them back to the camp. Have a feast. The trolls are unfortunate, because those beasts have long been manipulated by a powerful lich, and all living creatures that eat these creatures will become undead. Soon the lich took control of the undead trolls, under the lich's command. Most of the undead trolls have established a camp in the southeast corner of the Eastern Plaguelands.
These undead trolls heard in their minds that their new master issued a terrifying mission to them: return to Zumashal, the gathering place of the moss-rot trolls, to infect the other remaining compatriots.
Hamill the Troll is exactly one of them.
When the other trolls gave up resistance, Hamia used his remaining willpower to write a scrawled note:
kill me. Otherwise it will be too late.
I'm Hamill. My brothers and I ate some spoiled meat while traveling through Zumashal. We have changed, we have been infected.
Now I can feel the Lich's words, asking me to go to Zul'Ma'shaal and infect as many of my people as possible. I could not resist his command. I wrote this scroll before I lost everything that was mine.
I buried a box at the back of this crypt, in the mound next to the truck. But only my key can open it, and the key is on me. If you want my treasure, come find me.
Kill me before it's too late!
Carlos did this mission for the first time in his previous life. He just randomly accepted the mission, killed monsters, opened boxes, and left. Didn't read Hamil's scroll seriously at all. It wasn't until later when I was playing the trumpet that I started to study these as a plot party. So Hamill's scroll mission shocked Carlos and shocked the alliance dog.
"Kill me before it's too late."
When you calm down and understand this sentence, you will feel a deep shock.
A person who can ask for death for the life and death of others is worthy of the word noble!
I have lost the ability to commit suicide. I don’t want to kill my people. It’s okay for anyone to take my treasure! Everyone is fine, please kill me!
In this Eastern Plagueland, no creature can escape the shadow of natural disasters and undead plague. In this place filled with the madness of the Scarlet Crusade and the cold killing of the Scourge, Hamil's tragic plea to die was particularly touching.
To humans, trolls are evil. However, there are also villains and heroes.
All that is needed is to calm down. Read the scrawled note carefully, and a noble soul will appear on the page.
Because of these things that have not happened yet, during the talks, Carlos's eyes would always glance at Hamill intentionally or unintentionally.
"King of Alterac, what makes you unhappy? Why do you always look at my servants?" Ilsavans said in Troll language.
"Your Excellency, Priestess, look. Here, it doesn't make any difference whether you have more or less guards. Since you trust Mr. Duya, why bother insisting on one guard? Let him go down to rest, and we will treat him well. Yes." Carlos said, finding a reason.
After thinking for a moment, Elsa Wens agreed with Carlos' statement.
"What you said makes sense, Hamil. Go down and have a rest first." After Elsavans arranged for the entourage to leave, Hamil followed Carlos's entourage and left the conference room, but he did not want to go to the rest room to enjoy the food. He stood stubbornly outside the closed door and fulfilled his duties as a bodyguard.
"Your Excellency Priestess, what do you need and what do you want from me? Tell me directly without wasting each other's time."
Because Carlos is also proficient in talking in Troll language, Mr. Duya temporarily acted as the translator for others present, the common language translator...
"King of Alterac, I don't agree with the outside Evil Moss clan joining the tribe, but Zuljin and his Zul'Aman are too powerful. They forcibly represented the Amani. The clan leader surrendered. The warriors of Evil Moss need to fight for Zul'Aman. We fight for profit while our people in Badmoss starve," said Irsavins.
"Priestess, tell me your request." Carlos pointed at the table with his finger, and the rhythmic clicking sound put more mental pressure on Ilsavans.
"A coup," said Ilsaviens.
"Oh!" Carlos immediately became energetic after hearing this.
"The patriarch sent all the compatriots in the mountains to Zul'Aman. This was not enough. He also wanted the compatriots in Zumashal to die for Zuljin's ambition. Among the three priests of Zumashal, Malika and I Neither of them agrees to participate too much in the battle between the Alliance and the Horde, but Warlord Moranduo and Priest Mihayd agree that the Bad Moss Clan will join the Horde. So the chief will come to Zumashal in a few days to unify their opinions."
"What do you want us to do?"
"An accident. Duya of the Evil Tooth Clan is a trustworthy person, and he recommended you to me. Humans, if you can send elite special forces to help us assassinate the clan leader, the Evil Moss Clan will announce its withdrawal from the tribe."
Ilsavins promised.
"sure no problem!"
Carlos stood up and shook hands with the priestess again.
When the priestess and his attendant Hamil left, the human meeting officially began.
"Carlos, I don't see any benefit for us in this deal." Turayan expressed his opinion straightforwardly.
"Yeah, I don't see what benefit we have." Carlos shrugged.
"Your Majesty, why did you agree to that troll woman's request?" Aslan Qi'an asked in confusion.
"Hehehehe, hahahahaha, ahhahahahahaha." In front of many of his subordinates, Carlos laughed arrogantly and unrestrainedly.
"They treat me like a fool, so I will act like a fool. Once I'm done being a fool, they won't have the final say on the rest!"
"Carlos, you can't be..."
Turalyon seemed to understand something.
"There will be a coup, there will be a special team, there will be a army of the alliance," Carlos said to everyone present with a gentle smile like the big brother next door. (To be continued.).
