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So the slender waist, wouldn't it be broken in two clicks?

Such a small ass, a few snaps will pierce your own flesh.

Breasts that aren't much bigger than pears, ah, must have no milk for childbirth.

What kind of alliance envoy Gianna is, how ugly is this!

Feeling the heartfelt disdain of his own orc guards, some orcs even directly 'scolded' Gianna for being an ugly woman at a volume of 100 decibels, and Sal's brows kept jumping.

Alas, the aesthetic differences brought about by different races and different painting styles can't afford to hurt!

Thrall, who grew up among humans, fully embraced the human aesthetic. Like any adult human male, I was struck by Gianna's breathtaking beauty.

You must know that he was stolen out of Goholden Castle by Orgrim in advance, and after going to Brill, Thrall was still a slave gladiator.

During his formative years, as if by the coincidence of fate, he met a servant who had emigrated from Hillsbrad and had a daughter named Taresa Folkston.

She is a little girl who has never seen a war with her own eyes, because of the death of her own brother, she has projected Thrall, who her parents helped to take care of, as a substitute for her own brother, she is not afraid of this green-skinned orc, often teaches Thrall many things in private, knows nothing about human society, smuggles various books to Thrall to read to increase her knowledge without telling her master, and secretly exchanges letters with Thrall for many years.

Taresa behaves not only like a kind mother, but also like a good sister who takes care of her younger brother, cultivating Thrall's character as a good leader who is both tolerant and dignified.

Although Thrall was separated from Taresa when he broke free from Brill's cage, at this moment, for some reason, he always felt that Taresa had the same voice and smile as the female envoy of the alliance in front of him.

Thrall sat on the rough throne of the Great Chieftain, opened his arms, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in a round, Lordaeron accent, in the human lingua franca: "Hello, Messenger of the Alliance, I am Thrall, the current Great Chief of the Tribe. Am I lucky enough to know your name? ”

No one expected that Gianna bowed slightly, but replied in an incomparably standard Blackstone Clan accent orc language: "Good day, strong Great Chief Sal." I am Princess Kul Tiras, leader of the Kalimdor Trailblazers, and Alliance Ambassador Gianna Prodmore!"

As the words fell, almost the entire orc guard became excited.

A murderous surname second only to Marcus among the older generation of orcs!

In the ears of the veterans who experienced the Second Dark Gate War, they may not understand what the mastermind of the Duke is for Mao, but they must understand that the one who buried hundreds of thousands of orc elites on the sea is the fleet of a man named Prodmore.

Not only that, but the woman in front of her also claims to be the pioneer of the Kalimdor continent!?

Does this mean that the despicable humans first tricked them out of human territory, and then came to take possession of this barren new land that the orcs regarded as their own backyard?

The orcs were clamoring.

However, as Thrall suddenly raised his hand, the five thousand orcs in the audience fell silent in an instant, even if many green-skinned orcs blushed, still no one made any more noise, and then opened their teeth and claws to Gianna.

The order stopped at this point, and even Gianna, who was used to seeing the elite of the alliance, was secretly frightened.

Thrall's voice rang out again, this time in orc language: "As much as I would love to say 'welcome,' the word welcome has never been for oneself and friends only. I just don't know if your intention is war or peace, messenger?"

Gianna shook her head slowly: "Grand Chief Sal, Brill who grew up with you, until the moment I spoke to you, was still a paradise for the undead. The war is not over at all, only not a war between the Union and the Horde, but a war between the living and the dead. ”

If the silence just now was the silence of still panting and suppressing anger, then the scene has now evolved from silence to silence.

Almost every orc gasped.

From the fight in the realm of Dalaran, which was a little aggrieved, to the continuous wounded orcs in the back turned into gray-skinned undead. The horror of the undead army was experienced by every orc present.

Even on the ships that come here, there are still some orcs who hide their injuries and become undead halfway through, harming their own people. There were thirteen boats, but because there was no captain to be soft-hearted or careless, to control the undead or to disinfect them, all of them turned into ghost ships floating on the endless sea.

Thrall and Woking glanced at each other, then nodded to Varok, who was leading the army, he stood up, raised the [Hammer of Destruction] and announced to the orcs: "The feud between the Alliance and the Horde is put aside for the time being, in order to let the dead rest in peace and the living continue to have the right to live, I declare that this Alliance Emissary is a friend of the Horde!

The tribe's army of 5,000 people scattered in a hurry.

Let Gianna's heart hang high and let go a little.

Woke made a gesture of invitation and led Gianna into the three-man chieftain's tent behind Sal.

Thrall sat down on the most ornate velociraptor skin in the tent, when he invited Gianna to sit down. Gianna made no secret of her disgust, and with a flick of her fingers, a chair made of pure ice suddenly appeared under Gianna's ass.

Stopping the guards, Thrall frowned slightly: "Lord Prodmore is a magician?"

"Yes!

I didn't know what it meant to send such a high-ranking emissary as a female mage and princess for Mauduk, but that didn't stop Thrall from being curious about Gianna and the current state of the Alliance.

Sal, who has no way of knowing what is going on on the other side of the sea, is now blind. He hoped to meet a more immature diplomatic envoy than him, which would give him more initiative in the next negotiations.

Thrall is indeed intelligent and has seen the human world. Unfortunately, many things in the world are not equal. Lordaeron, who had been behind in science and technology for a long time, made him unable to understand how advanced the technology in the south of the continent was.

Also because of the asymmetry of information, he couldn't judge the intention of Gianna's next words at all.

Anyway, Sal is only a fifteen-year-old hairy boy now, and no matter how talented he is, there is still a huge experience gap with Gianna.

It would be better if Orgrim was still there, but unfortunately, the only staff officer around him was Woking, who also knew little about human society. At this point in time, Woking, despite his wisdom, was nothing more than a turtle who had just escaped from the jungle of Thorn Valley.

When Gianna spoke, Sal and the others were perfectly induced.