My Rebirth and the Strange Adventure of Black Zhen

"It's strange that Garrosh, the chieftain of the tribe who always thinks highly of himself, would lower his posture."

While Blanche was confused, Leah Blackzhen, who won the bet, proudly tickled Blanche's armpit with her other hand.

"I don't believe that everything you said, Blanche, can be verified. So? I guess you're wrong."

The scene that Leah Heizhen had expected, where Bronck couldn't help laughing, did not happen.

Blanck ignored Leah Blackjean's playfulness and was still immersed in thought, not noticing the gradual change in Leah Blackjean's expression.

The smile faded, replaced by anger.

“Regret is a negative emotion, but you can suppress it too much, which is really inhumane.”

With a hint of disgust, Leah Heizhen kicked Bronk away.

"When I first came into contact with you, the Forsaken, I noticed that you rarely had any mood swings. You were not happy when you won a battle, and you were not upset when you made a mistake."

Many photos with various expressions of different races in the tribe fell from Leah Heizhen's backpack like a small waterfall.

"After the victory at Stoneplow Village, Lady Liadrin wrote to me and guessed that you, Bronk, were happy about the victory. That's when I realized that I was not the only one who suspected that there was something wrong with your thinking and attitude."

Seeing that Bronck didn't answer at all, he tried to avoid Leah Heizhen's questioning.

Liya Blackzhen picked up several marked photos and said, "Not only did I commission Countess Liadrin to take photos of the various expressions of the tribes, I also observed the group of Forsaken sent by Dark Queen Sylvanas to support the construction of Stoneplow Village."

Liya Blackzhen pointed at photos of different Forsaken people showing different emotions, such as laughing, worrying, and being sad, and asked Bronck, "I originally thought that you were emotionally indifferent because of your Forsaken race. But more and more evidence shows that other individuals of the Forsaken race have rich emotions."

Bronx realized that Leah Blackzhen was not deliberately stirring up the anger of a little girl, and just as he was about to explain, a photo flew over and shut Bronx's mouth.

"You experienced life and death on the battlefield, but your emotions were not affected at all. You didn't have any sense of involvement or belonging. Only by sending others out of your field of vision can you achieve such an effect."

Bronck pursed his lips and spoke slowly, "I have to do this to survive. It's not good to be too involved in a group."

"What about me? Why are you willing to be my Master and have such a bond with me?"

The two dazed people didn't make any sound. In the distance, the voices of the Horde Chieftain Garrosh and Thrall chatting while eating barbecued mantid meat came over and gradually disappeared into the distance.

After a long while, Bronk picked up the photos scattered on the ground and asked, "Why do you have to ask the same question now?"

Bronk's repeated avoidance of Leah Black-Jane's questions made Leah Black-Jane very unhappy. "Deep down in your heart, you ignore people and things other than yourself. You are more arrogant than the chieftain of the tribe, Garrosh. Do you think you are playing a game?"

Just as Leah Blackzhen drew out the sword from her waist, a voice broke the awkward atmosphere between Blanche and Leah Blackzhen.

"Which one of you supports the Horde Warchief Garrosh, and which one of you supports the former Horde Warchief Thrall?"

"Female orc, how did you come up with such an astonishing guess?"