"What can't be said? Of course there is a little. Gianna responded positively, but in her charming smile, her eyes narrowed with teasing: "I whispered to my lover, do I have to tell you too?"

With that, Gianna put her long, white gloved hand on the back of Duke's hand. It's clearly saying - I'm showing affection, do you want dog food?

Garrosh knew he was impulsive, of course, but he didn't regret it, his instincts as a warrior told him that the two guys were laughing at him just now. He had always believed in his instincts.

It's just that his behavior is rather naïve in terms of diplomacy.

No, this can no longer be called diplomacy. It's just a venting of anger like anger.

In the Borean tundra, the Warsong clan was struck by the rebellious Blue Dragon King Malygos and suffered heavy losses. Garrosh as a chieftain was mediocre, and in the end, it was the former chieftain, the dead Grom, who came out to be the savior.

Garrosh could clearly feel that his subordinates' trust and evaluation of him had greatly decreased. Warsong Orcs talk more about his father than about him.

Since that day, his temper has been like a powder keg, in that state of being in a little bit.

Seeing his appearance, Varok's head was bigger, and he stood up with a "swish": "Garrosh, don't be vexatious!

"You ......" Garrosh's neck was red, and the bulging neck arteries and veins seemed to be stuffed with two sausages each.

"This is the Northern Expedition Alliance, this is the supreme commander of the Alliance, not the hunting ground of your Warsong Clan. If you're rude, get back to Orgrimmar!" Warok scolded in a fierce voice.

In terms of identity, Varok Sarufar is the current chief of the Blackstone Clan, on an equal footing with Garrosh.

In terms of status, as the supreme commander under the command of the Great Chief, Sarufar has direct command over all orc armies. During tribal wars, even alien chiefs such as Woking and Kane had to lead their armies to obey his command.

Garrosh, who is still young and has not even fully mastered the Warsong Clan, has no confidence to argue with Varok.

"Hmph!" After letting out a disdainful snort, Garrosh finally sat down with his hands on his chest. As everyone knows, in psychology, holding your hands on your chest is actually a defensive posture to isolate communication with each other.

Varok apologized: "I'm sorry, Garrosh is a hairy boy from Nagla. Young and impulsive, please don't blame him, Lord Marcus. ”

"No, no, no! Duke smiled and waved his hand.

Of course, in his heart, Duke was smiling.

There are always people in this world who have bad brains. It should be said that the brain-dead roar is worthy of the brain-dead roar?

What ignorance and fearlessness!

Who gave you the courage to argue with a real demigod for such trivial reasons?

If the big chief of the tribe was brainless at this moment, then Duke would definitely not hesitate to clean up the tribe first.

Knowing the course of history, Duke doesn't mind watching Garrosh go further and further down the road to death. It's as fun as watching a clown jump.

Over there, Gianna clapped her hands, and a dwarf mage ran to the podium.

"Hello! Your Excellency Marcus, the Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance. Hello, Your Excellency Sarufar, I'm today's host Milhouse Mana Storm!" the dwarf spoke, with silver-white hair and a beard that stood on end, as well as two rather striking mustaches.

He was wearing a mage robe with gold trim on a blue background, and a pair of bright red trousers, which looked quite ...... Hilarious.

What surprised Duke the most was his name, and as a time-traveler, Duke certainly wouldn't forget this incomparably famous teasing dwarf mage.

Gnomes are a highly intelligent race, and at the same time, they are also very curious. If there is an opportunity to satisfy intellectual curiosity with the help of technology that cannot be achieved by itself, I believe many people will do so. Of course, Millhouse did the same,

In its original history, his first appearance was during the Burning Expedition, when he attempted to steal Naru's spaceship and explore the outside world with the help of Naru's technology.

He quietly boarded the ship of ideals. Unfortunately, Kael'thas was overrun by his Blood Elves and Milhouse took refuge in a second cell to protect himself, only to come out and help beat the boss of the Forbidden Prison when the player beats him.

Historically, Millhouse was a very famous man who caused countless troubles. In addition, he is the only mage to survive after failing to teleport and being lost in space.

Duke just didn't know, for Mao, the teasing master, would come here?

I didn't know that this teasing master was already at the peak of Huiyue, and there were faint signs of breaking through towards the dawn. It's not Duke boasting, as long as he personally helps Milhouse adjust the magic circuit, the alliance will immediately have a third Archmage of the Dawn.

It's just that this is quite unnecessary. First of all, it will affect the growth of Milhouse, and secondly, once this thing enters the dawn sun, he will have to find a place in Dalaran, at least one of the six members of the Kenrito Council. Then the question arises - what are the consequences of letting a tease be the leader?

The answer is – teasing is contagious!

It would be an absolute nightmare to take this crazy and curious dwarf mage to the throne. Duke couldn't do anything in minutes, and was responsible for wiping the ass of the professional troublemaker Milhouse all day.

Seeing Millhouse, Duke didn't have time to say anything. The brainless roar jumped out again.

"What is this!?a lowly dwarf?Is there no normal guy in the Alliance?Why should I listen to a lowly guy who is not even up to my knees?"

He had a bad temper, and Millhouse was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The grumpy gnome crossed his hips, and the Frost Magic circuit raced, and almost instantly, an ice platform formed at his feet, lifting him to the point of eye level with Garrosh.

Milhouse spat on the spot: "Humble man, I don't care who you are, no one dares to say that the mighty Milhouse is a 'lowly' dwarf! Tell you, you're racist! I'm at least five feet behind you! Okay, maybe six feet." But so what? Believe it or not, I'm going to burn your ugly legs with a fireball and smooth out the height difference between you and me!?"

At this time, before everyone could react, another dwarf jumped out: "I don't know what's going on here, but I'll be glad to clean up this unreasonable fool with Milhouse!"

"What did you say!?" Brainkiller roared and stood up with his fists clenched.

At this moment, Duke's leisurely voice came: "Grom, take care of your son!"