World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Grommash made a decision. He turned and glanced at the several "advisor"-like characters under the throne: "Is there any objection to further trade with Delaney?"

"Okay, I have no objection." Everyone agreed.

Joke, who dares to object to Hellraiser?

Do you really think Grommash has a good temper?

I'm afraid it wasn't the people who objected in the morning, but Makgora started fighting at noon, and Soul arrived in the Shadow Realm in the afternoon.

I ask you to give you face, and to let outsiders think that Grommash's decision is what people want.

Who dares to be dissatisfied?

And the most important thing is that they originally had trade relations, but they were just passively waiting for them to come over. There is nothing wrong with turning passive into active now.

"Very good." Grommash sat upright and finally solemnly announced to the Draenei: "When this deal is over, I will send an envoy to your city to discuss with your chief. I don't like it. waste time!"

"It's a prophet," Nergo whispered.

"Then it's up to you to discuss with their prophet." Grommash glanced at him.

Nergo nodded immediately, "It will fulfill its mission."

Several draenei looked at each other, and finally their leader Sodoan nodded, "Chief Hellscream, I believe this will make the friendship between us deeper."

The stumbling orc language did not make the orcs misunderstand his meaning.

Grommash told the guards beside him, "Go and see the quality of their weapons."

Under Nergo's translation, the guards easily obtained these "German equipment" produced in Shattrath.

"Chief! The quality is very good, and it is comparable to the weapons of the Blackstone Orcs."

This did not surprise Grommash. In other words, if the goods of the Draenei could not match the Blackstone Orcs, then he might as well find a way to import some weapons from the Blackstone Clan.

"After launching trade, how many such weapons can you provide?" Grommash said after simply waving a hammer from the Draenei caravan a few times.

"About fifty weapons per month?" Sodoan gave a small number. "Our technicians don't often forge weapons, and our caravans don't buy too many."

"They prefer building cities to forging weapons," Nergo said.

"Then your clan is really incomprehensible. What's the use of a good city if there are no weapons?" said a little orc.

Sodoan knew that the child who could appear here would definitely not be an ordinary naughty child. He could definitely be the heir of a big shot in a clan.

"This is Garrosh, the chief's son." Nergo briefly introduced.

Unlike many people's impressions of Garrosh as a boy, Garrosh at this moment has just received training as a warrior.

The inferior version of Garrosh who lived with the Mag'har orcs in Garadar was still a lively child at the moment.

"I have heard your stories. You are indeed very different from us," Garrosh said. "The most surprising thing is your thoughts."

"Yes, we have many differences, both in appearance and in thought." Sodoan said with a smile, "But these are not problems, are they? Seek common ground with each other and respect each other's differences."

"Seek common ground while reserving differences," Nergo said immediately.

"That's right, we just want to seek common ground while reserving differences." Sodoan nodded.

"Okay." Garrosh muttered, "I would like to visit your clan in the future."

"That will have to wait until you are an adult." Grommash said nonchalantly.

"By then you can better understand your allies."

Of course, he didn't say the next words, but Nergo could understand what he meant.

After all, it was too shocking to suddenly announce an alliance with the Draenei directly in front of many tribesmen.

You must know that some extreme ones like the Bladewind clan are still working hard to implement the tradition of robbing the Draenei.

"so beautiful!"

After the draenei took out their otherworldly artworks, which were actually small things like jewelry, several orcs suddenly exclaimed.

When Grommash announced that they could trade freely, many orcs had already gathered around and stared at them closely, singing.

Even now, from time to time, tribesmen were rushing to inform each other about the Draenei caravan.

Even the most staid old orcs will show a hint of surprise at the draenei's cargo.

Obviously, the first impression the Draenei gave them was quite good. Their tall and strong bodies, gorgeous yet practical armor, and kind attitude made them liked to varying degrees.

Especially the little orc's.

These gorgeous jewelry and small toys-like things can firmly catch their eyes, making the orc boys who usually live a life of asceticism express their desire to buy them.

"It seems you are right. As long as you change your clothes, your people will be more enthusiastic." Sodoan, who was wearing heavy armor, said helplessly.

"My people respect warriors. Your appearance like a tin can naturally makes them think that you Draenei are a brave race like us." Nergo replied.

"It works great, but it's a little hot."

Immediately afterwards, a breeze blew on his cheek, "Uh, thank you, I feel much better now."

After Sodoan said something to Nergo, he began to deal with the enthusiastic customers again, "Do you need this? He just needs..."

Nergo shook his head and asked the little boy next to him: "Have you seen Tazagh?"

The little Garrosh said: "Even you don't know, how could I possibly know."

He rolled his eyes at Nergo, "But I saw that foreign orc leaving the clan with a team of marauders a few days ago. I guess he is also in it?"

So Tazzag went to the Burning Blade Clan with Lantresor?

Although he was a little regretful that he couldn't go with them and saw the fighting style of the Fire Blade Sword Master with his own eyes, he must have the opportunity to meet again in the future.

"How clever." Nergo rubbed Garrosh's head, which still had hair. His mind was full of malice: How could he have so much hair and become bald in the future? Could it be that I touched the bald person in this timeline?

"I always feel that you have a kind of malice towards me." Garrosh was a little unhappy.

When it comes to Nergo, he knows it very well.

Since I just met him two years ago, except for the "honest" when I first met him, he has almost always treated me like a child or a fool.

Meet - talk - touch heads.

Of course, Nergo would not admit this.

But after meeting Garrosh, he reminded him of the fanatical warchief in the game, and a feeling called contrast made him unable to help but want to touch his head.

"Maybe I should travel to a certain Motou Village."