The Journey of the Demon Hunter

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Chapter 2919: Private Meeting

Within a few days, news of Haguero Island spread to every port of Lordaeron and Kalimdor along with ships in Booty Bay.

The news drifted into the dock of Ratchet City as the ship crossed the endless sea. Such rumors quickly set off an upsurge among tavern guests and sailors, and many people were interested in it. New races usually mean a new world and more opportunities for gold mining. In an era of chaos, there will never be a few adventurers who rely on swords and magic to seek wealth and power. Most people succumb to the sand, but the winners can always inspire more and more latecomers to look for opportunities to become rich overnight. .

Three days later, as the latest intelligence, placed in front of the tribal chief

"I think this is a demonstration."

The chiefs of the tribe once again gathered in the Valley of Strength. Compared with the last celebration, the atmosphere of the meeting a few days later seemed a bit too depressing. The news was so sudden that it sounded too much like false information. However, all sources have pointed out that there is indeed a colony of unknown race, and a new colony is being established on Haguero Island. The Union flag was hung outside the colony, and some Union soldiers appeared.

Although Booty Bay is a neutral city, Haguero Island has never been considered because of its worthlessness and the ravages of pirates nearby. When the Horde established the Grom'gau camp in Stranglethorn Vale, they did not consider establishing the camp so close to Booty Bay, but as close as possible to the northern alliance border.

"A group of unfamiliar new races, unless the Alliance discovers some unknown land." Saurfang said: "The most important thing is that the tribe knows nothing about it."

"We have been hit hard." Bain sniffed, his voice low: "Many outstanding members have died in meaningless civil wars."

Sylvanas stared at them silently.

Once, the elite members of the Kor'kron Guard were responsible for spying on intelligence for the Horde. Later, most of them died in the Battle of Orgrimmar. Unfortunately, the orcs stupidly rejected her plan to bring these Kor'kron back to life. Originally these powerful warriors could continue to serve the tribe after death and continue to be loyal to the warchief, but now they can only abandon their talents and strength in the soil.

The weakness of the living puts prejudice above reason.

"The Alliance found something we don't know." Other people's eyes focused on Vol'jin, and the tribal warchief slowly said: "But... don't act rashly. I heard many rumors, including ignorance and fear. I am figuring it out. Before their true identities, I don’t want to see any hostile behavior. Everything must be traceable. I will send the eyes of the tribe to observe the actions of emerging people and the relationship between them and the alliance."

"And we also have power that the Alliance doesn't know, Warchief." The Trade Prince, Gary Wix, proudly walked around the dining table, walked to the middle of the hall, and bowed to Vol'jin. The appearance of full of fat makes him look like a funny ball, and the exterior is covered with gold and silver jewelry: "Please allow me to introduce to you, the Bilgewater Chaebol has mined enough Azerite, as long as it can be large enough. We will develop more valuable products on the basis of Azerite. I mean, explosions, more explosions! Can blow Haguero Island to the sky ."

"I repeat it again, dear Prince of Trade, all I approve is the collection of Azerite flowing out, which does not include mining and digging the big rift." Woking's eyes stared at Gary Vix: "Your worker Don’t get close to the big rift, there will be taken over by the Cenarion Circle, and Hamuul Runetotem will report this to me directly, but I don’t want to see the big rift enlarged by your workers in his report. Width and depth..."

"Oh, oh, of course, beloved warchief." Gary Vickers held his hands together, took a step back, then took off his top hat, bent over to Woking, with a flattering smile on his face: "I The employees of, have always abide by the rules of the tribe, but I want to remind that as long as the warchief needs it, the Bilgewater Chaebol is willing to provide the tribe with the highest quality Azerite products at any time."

Last time, Vol'jin temporarily rejected Gallivex's plan to mine Azerite on a large scale.

"Mother Earth is suffering because of your employees!" Bain stood up angrily, the dishes on the table top clinked with his huge body: "You greedy goblins will always look at gold, but if Ai Xerath died because of this. What's the point of earning more gold?"

"Of course it makes sense, my friend." Gary Vickers still had a businessman-like smile on his face: "I can hire more scholars to develop an ark that can escape Azeroth for me, and I will You can also make a lot of money by selling tickets!"

Bain seemed to want to say something more.

"The Alliance has sent a messenger." Woking's voice sounded, his voice was not loud, but the hall immediately quieted down. Perhaps here, only he can convince the leaders of all member races: "I hope to discuss with us the way to deal with Azerite."

"This may be a trap." Lor'themar spoke slowly and said nonsense: "It may also be true. Everything is possible. We must consider all possibilities."

"This is an opportunity." Bain said: "The Horde and the Alliance can work together to deal with the crisis threatening Azeroth. If the Warchief is willing, I would be a messenger."

Sylvanas is curious, when will Baine lead the tauren into the league?

If this happens one day, she will not be surprised or surprised. When the alliance has shown such obvious hostility, he still fantasizes about peace. In the eyes of the Alliance, the Horde is just a group of savages, a group of beasts with skins. They can't see this clearly. Maybe they can come back to their senses only when the Alliance army is near the city.

But the tribe must not disappear like this.

Otherwise, she has no doubt that the human coalition will immediately start to regain the city of Lordaeron after the tribe is defeated.

Scarlet eyes looked at Gary Vix, and the Prince of Trade's expression changed slightly, but as an excellent businessman, he would never let others guess what he was thinking from his expression so easily.

When the discussion was over and the leaders and their delegation filed out from the hall, Gary Vix was surrounded by a group of bodyguard-like goblins. In the crowd, he raised his hat to Sylvanas and showed a deep smile before walking out of the Chiefs' Hall.

Chapter 2920: War is Demand

Haguero Island was originally a lush rubber forest. Now, standing on the side of the ship, you can clearly see the logging marks, leaving only an ugly tree stump remaining on the bare shore. The neatly cut stones are transported to the designated location by magic, and the artist carved patterns of vines and alder on the arches and stone pillars. On the high **** in the middle of the island, a palace where the governor lived has begun to take shape.

"War? Of course we need some land to settle the remaining refugees... This island is so small that it cannot even restore the scenery of Tiriana."

Letiza swept across the island contemptuously: "Last night, I saw a group of disgusting little green skins sneaking close to the island. Who are they? We need workers, more workers, their It looks very small, I think, can do some fine work for us."

"It's best not to do this." Zelin raised his hands helplessly, and said to her very resolutely: "They are employed by the largest local trading company. If you do this, you may start a war. I think, They are just here to observe who the neighbors are. After all, this island has not been inhabited by anyone for many years. You suddenly appeared, and it is estimated that more people will want to figure out who you are in the future."

"Isn't this the land of this group of people who claim to be the Alliance?" Letiza raised her eyebrows.

On the side, the werewolf warlock Joseph spread his hands, and he didn't know how to explain it at all.

Before Anbo arrived, MI7 had already dispatched some not-so-official or professional people to Haguero Island to take charge of the handover work with the Al Ain people. This is not the territory of the Alliance. Although the Ayn people are in the name of alliance allies, they don't know anything about Azeroth. The senior leaders of the alliance did not seem to want this unfamiliar race to launch attacks on tribes or neutral forces without authorization in the name of the alliance, which would only backfire.

After working with Zelin to help Anduin find the Burning Legion spies hidden in Stormwind more than a year ago, Joseph's career in the Alliance was not so smooth. He is a warlock and an adventurer. Even if the warlocks have proved that they are as useful as others when fighting the Burning Legion, but people don't trust these guys and decide to enslave the demons in the void. Most of the time, he was doing simple but unimportant work,

This is probably the first time he has been sent to such a place.

"I knew it was so." He scratched the back of his furry head, grinning open his mouth showing sharp teeth: "I must keep telling them that this is a sapient creature, not a hunting target. This is a sapient creature, not a tree. Climbing monkey. And I am a werewolf, not a wolf, nor a dog. To be honest, this is more bothersome than I am waiting for those tender old warlocks in the basement of a lamb to be slaughtered."

An Bo stood behind Zelin, silently writing and drawing in his notebook.

"The scout reported that in the northern valley, there is a forgotten city." Laetisa turned her inquiring gaze to Zelin: "That city is in a very good location, in the valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is only one. Exit. The inside is a rock building with a good layout. Although it seems primitive, as long as a warlock uses magic to clean it up, it will soon become more livable. But the scout said that there are a group of aggressive savage creatures inside. , We need to send troops to clean them up."

"I remember, that city, shouldn't it be called..."

Zelin looked at Joseph, who sighed.

"Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Gurubashi Troll Empire."

"Zul'Gurub? It should change its name in the future."

"For example?"

"New Tiriana?"

Zelin found that the Ain tribe was no different from the monkeys in their eyes at least in terms of naming.

"Will this lead to war?" Zelin asked Anbo, "I mean... I have seen the tribe in Karazhan, and there are some trolls in it. I can't tell the difference between them. Just now Joe Cerf says Zul'Gurub is an ancient troll city?"

An Bo raised his eyebrows and quickly jotted down a few pens in his notebook.

"I guess not." Joseph held his arms and shook his head: "I still remember that year when a group of crazy trolls announced that they would rebuild the Gurubashi Empire. At that time, the Alliance died a lot in the explorer camp here. People, there were adventurers bitten by venomous snakes everywhere. At that time, I was just a fledgling kid. I was going to Booty Bay to get some extra money, but I was chased by a group of venomous snakes emerging from the jungle near the Cape of Stranglethorn. The place. At that time, the trolls of the tribe were also attacked. It is said that they were unwilling to join the Gurubashi. It was because of this incident that they fled to an isolated island. Ah, this is me in the Void Harvest Council, I heard what an orc warlock said."

An Bo's pen nib rustled on the notebook again.

"Let's see, Laetitia, your people just escaped from a disaster?" Zelin took a deep breath and considered the words in his mind: "Don't you think they should rest, rebuild their homes, and friends and relatives? Staying together, as much as possible to heal the pain caused by the disaster? Hundreds of thousands of people died in the hoarfrost, maybe more. It is not a good choice to start war now."

"At this time, a victory should boost morale." Laetisa held the staff and tapped her palm rhythmically: "I have observed the group of barbarians. There are no traces of magic among them, only some of them. It looks like a trace of curse and witchcraft. Gathering the warlocks, we can take the whole city in one fell swoop while they have not reacted. At that time, people can live in more spacious places. A war , More land and property, don’t you think it’s more inspiring?"

"Uh..." Zelin paused: "The scout you mentioned...he, who is he?"

"What?" Letisha opened her eyes wide.

Joseph coughed and looked away.

"Excuse me, I have something else. Joseph, can we talk about it?"