Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 693 My fist is big, I speak

  The original customs of creatures like orcs are very interesting. When they think you are weak, this barbaric race will not have any respect for you.

   On the contrary, once you show great strength, although they will not bow their knees, they will obviously look at the strong differently from others.

   At this time, Charlemagne enjoyed this kind of treatment. Under the vigilant and respectful eyes of the orcs, he and Garrosh, who had finally woken up and still twitched his face from time to time because of the severe pain of stepping down, sat at the negotiating table.

   "High elf... I will pay back the humiliation you have done to me one day, but now, seeing the great power you have shown, I am willing to listen to your so-called mediation."

  Garrosh's stiff mouth made Charlemagne want to laugh a little, and the fear in this guy's eyes could be clearly seen by everyone present.

Zaira behind him covered her air leaking mouth and bandaged nose, and looked at the monster in high elf skin with horror on her face... The high elves she had seen before were not so strong. Degree.

Charlemagne didn't care about Garrosh's attitude, smiled lightly and said, "Your name is Garrosh, right? Your attack on the Alliance this time should be an unauthorized decision against the orders of Great Chief Go'el." .”

   "Now that the battle of Northrend in the North has entered a critical moment, you are here to attack the friendly forces that have reached a truce and joint operations agreement... What is going on in your mind? Do you know what is called the big picture?"

   "Or... someone deliberately instigated it?"

  Charlemagne glanced lightly at the female orc behind Garrosh. He had already known the identity of the other party from Brain Roar's introduction before. She was the Dragonmaw young patriarch who stayed in Outland back then, and the current Dragonmaw clan chief Zaira.

When I heard the name Charlemagne, I immediately thought of it. This Dragonmaw chief named Zaira is a diehard Garrosh loyalist. An opportunity to grow your clan.

  Zaila couldn't help shaking when she saw the murderous look in Charlemagne's eyes. She was sure that the high elf was indeed intent on killing her.

Garrosh is the next heir to the chief, and the other party dare not kill him at will, but she is the chief of the Dragon Roar clan who is on the verge of extinction... she will die if she dies, except that Garrosh may jump out and shout twice, Goel I will never go to war for her and the oath.

  In addition, the original intention of this operation is just like what the other party said. She launched the attack out of greed and wanted to obtain the proto-dragon and dragon-training method in the hands of the alliance. Once the chief knew about it...

  Thinking of this, Zaela hurriedly moved to Garrosh's side, and began to persuade him in Orc language with a leaky mouth.

"Garrosh, let's retreat first. With this monster in charge of mediation, I doubt he can even kill our entire legion by himself, and the warchief is about to lose patience. We can't show it clearly now. Rebel against the Warchief directly."

  Garrosh was already riding a tiger, but Go'el's urging became more urgent. Jolin and Dranosh had already come here... The next time it might be the turn of an orc hero like Saurfang himself.

  Although he is reckless, he still maintains respect for this old general who has been fighting for the Horde for many years since the invasion of Azeroth... and he really can't beat the opponent.

  Instead of being humiliated by being knocked out by Saurfang and forced to carry it back, it would be better to use the power of this monster to get off the donkey at this time.

   "Huh! Okay then."

Some thoughts flashed through his inactive mind, and Garrosh pretended to say, "This time, let's give this strong man a face and let the alliance go for now. I promise to the Lord Regent that we will not fight until the end of the Northern Expedition." There will be another dispute."

"ha!"

  Varian sneered and planned to retort, but was stopped by Calia at the side. The queen shook her head at him, signaling to wait and see what happened.

  For the Queen of Lordaeron who took care of him like a sister when he was in distress, Varian has always shown respect, and at this time he did not violate Calia's intentions.

Under the premise that both sides exercised restraint, a truce agreement was reached quickly. Garrosh didn't want to stay with this monster with the ability to destroy the army independently. As soon as the agreement was reached, he immediately led the Mag'har orcs to board the ship and retreat. .

  Zaila has been watched by Charlemagne's murderous eyes all the time. She excused her patrol at sea and left on her large wyvern first.

After the tribe left, Varian and other leaders of the alliance breathed a sigh of relief. Prince Kurdran of the Wildhammer came over and patted Charlemagne on the back and sighed, "It's still you, kid, who can make this group of deadheads so fast. The brown-skinned orcs retreated."

  Jin shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Although I'm not afraid of them, fighting this senseless war with these single-minded guys at the critical moment of the Northern Expedition also makes people feel annoyed."

   "Yes." Queen Calia also smiled and added, "The morale of the soldiers is also a problem. After all, long-term combat will inevitably make them war-weary."

  Charlemagne waved his hands modestly and said, "Don't praise me like that, it's nothing more than trying to 'persuade' them by force, but this group of Mag'har orcs are still doing this."

   Next, Charlemagne accepted the invitation of Varian and others, and followed them to Utgarde Castle, which was occupied by the Alliance.

  Although this castle was baptized by the flames of war before, it has undergone some repairs after the war, and Utgarde Castle, which is still in good condition overall, has become the alliance's stronghold in Northrend.

   After being seated, the two sides exchanged information with each other. Charlemagne told the leaders of the alliance about the situation of Zuldak and Grizzly Hills, and Magni and Falstad ushered in a playful ridicule and exclamation.

   "You guys still set up the same old tricks, which makes people shudder. Drakalai, one of the three great troll empires, perished in your hands."

   Saidan Dathrohan added with a smile, "In addition to the Amani Empire that also perished in his hands, only the Gurubashi is left in the three great troll empires."

"No."

  Charlemagne shook his head with a serious face, "Don't look at the three empires that sound loud, but in fact, the one who is really manipulating them secretly... is actually a tribe named Zandalari."

   "Zandalari?"

  Varian seemed a little surprised, "The Stormwind Kingdom fought side by side with these Zandalari trolls when they attacked Zul'Gurub. Do you think they are behind all the troll incidents?"

   "Exactly."

  Charlemagne’s mouth curled into a sneer, “Whether it’s support or attacks on Amani, Gurubashi, or Drakkari, it’s all about integrating these trolls and fulfilling their ambition to unify the troll empire.”

   "Their purpose... is nothing more than plundering the population and the more important loa from other fallen empires, but the apparent reason is more grandiose."

   Thanks to the book friend "Liu Shuo 2015" for his support.