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"I don't believe you!

Mordani roared:

"We're uncles and nephews!Molek!You're one of the best hunters in Egrez City, and if you'd help, Karea wouldn't have suffered such a loss!Did you know???!

"I'll go save him. "

Molek stepped back and said:

"But now I won't go with you, uncle, I'll send my sister to the city of Karea first, and then I'll rush to rescue my brother...... And I think you're wrong, Mr. Mordani. ~"

The young mercenary raised his dagger in his hand, his gaze staring straight at Mordani:

"We are at war with the barbarians, not just because they have hurt our people, I need more reasons! I want to declare war on them! I need a reason! I need to prove that we are not afraid of them!"

"I won't promise you, Molek. "

Mordani sighed, and with his cane, he beckoned to his son:

"Let's go now, your brother can't hold up in the hands of those barbarians, he will die......!

"My uncle, if you still know us, if you still remember our ancestral teachings, then don't force me!"

Molek put the dagger back into its scabbard, he looked at the old dwarf in front of him, and said:

"I've decided, I can't just watch my brother die...... He is a very good boy, I hope he is alive, and, moreover, I will pass on this news to you, my uncle. "

"Besides, I don't want you to be part of this mess, uncle. I'll keep you safe...... This is an agreement between us. "

With that, he turned and left.

Mordani stretched out his hand to keep his son, but Morek only paused and said without looking back:

"Stop following me, uncle, I know you care about me, but this is what I have to do...... I must settle this matter, and I will return to Ionia safely with my brother. "

It was all too sudden.

Suddenly so sudden that Mordani could not refuse this request, but he still tried to stall for time, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Molek, you are an El, this scourge has nothing to do with you, you don't have to be involved, listen to me, Molek, you stay in El, fight those barbarians, you have a chance to kill that evil spirit... You'll gain eternal power, you'll be a hero to the Eredas, and you'll have everything you've ever dreamed of, Molek!"

"I don't need heroes, uncle. "

Molek turned to look at his father and said:

"It's none of your business...... That's what I want to warn you about. "

"You're too weak!

"Our mother told you on her deathbed that she would let you carry on her legacy, that she would let you defend Azeroth in her place, that she wanted you to lead the El to glory, and that you would really like to watch your juniors be as cowardly as you? "

"You shouldn't let them be as cowardly as you are. "

With that, Molek waved his hand and instructed the warriors standing on the side of the ship:

"Let's sail, brothers, get ready to attack, no matter who you encounter, bomb directly!" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu novel network!)

"Follow your orders, young master!"

On this dark, damp beach, the Warhammer sailors on several ships jumped into the sea and pushed the wooden oars up, and in the shaking of the wreckage, a few small sailing ships started slowly and drifted towards the east.