Titan Tour of Azeroth

Outer world, Daofengshan area, the new tribe is also a little worried at the moment.

Originally in the Nagrand Prairie, Garrosh, a radical young man who took his soldiers to the Union ’s site every day to do things, had already made the tribal official ’s top management extremely headache.

The Kingdom of Stormwind has repeatedly protested to Orgrimmar, strongly condemning Garrosh as a stunner, and he has seriously affected the "harmony and friendly" diplomatic relations between the two parties.

Illidan, the lord of the night empire, angered the wind directly, and Garrosh, the orc, was stunned. If he would dare to come to harass the Shadowmoon Valley area, he would take the Illidari troops directly to encircle and kill him. he.

So, the chief Thrall, who was forced to help, finally spoke. He transferred Garrosh back to the native world of Azeroth, and let this son of Hellscream go to the tribal capital Orgrim, let him calm down. By the way, I went to study.

And Gaia Ann's grandmother still failed to twist Durotan, who had been stalking, and finally agreed to follow Garrosh to the world of Azeroth and enjoy the days.

The tribe called this a great grandmother with great esteem and respect, and he had already settled down.

For his most beloved grandmother, Garrosh was extremely obedient, almost infinitely better than his father ’s words.

So now the grandmother had spoken, so Garrosh took the initiative to lay down his military power, and handed over the management of the town of Galadar and the entire Maghan clan to the tribe, and then went to Azeroth with the grandmother. .

The situation in the Nagrand Prairie area has been settled here, and the tribe can finally free their hands to concentrate on the chores in the Blade's Edge Mountains area.

Okay, that's a big chore.

The group of Magoron giants under the night empire, under the leadership of Margron's father Gruul, occupied the Gruul's lair in the Blade's Edge Mountains. It seemed to be prepared to be a stronghold, and then died. .

This makes all the tribes of the ogres who have recently joined the tribe very painful. They have a natural fear and surrender to the Goron giants, not to mention that they have now become the undegraded Magoron giants.

How can we live a good life with you!

So the tribe immediately sent an envoy to contact the Dark Empire. They wanted to negotiate for the departure of the giants of Magoron.

After the daily conversation, everyone sat down and talked about it, oh, I found the reason.

Is still the problem of high elves.

After occupying the entire territory of the Blade's Edge area, the tribe began to extend their tentacles to the Netherstorm area. In addition, with the joining of the once Ethereum node revenge, they still know the Netherstorm area very well.

For those mana furnaces, the tribe also wanted one for the development of technology and daily energy consumption.

This will cause the high elves to burst their hair instantly. This group of white-skinned long ears has always regarded the mana furnace of the Netherstorm area as their private item.

So Countess Liadrin, without a word, immediately led the Blood Elf Dawn Knights to the area at the border of Void Storm West and Blade's Edge Mountain, and began to block the tribal army.

There have also been some small-scale conflicts and frictions between the two, but fortunately, both sides were more restrained and did not allow the situation to continue to expand.

In the end, the tribe buddies still occupied a small mana melting pot in the west of the Netherstorm as they wished, and kept their victory victory, saying nothing.

"give me back!"

"Not yet, get out!"

"You give me back!"

"Not yet, get out!"

"You haven't paid it yet!"

"Not yet, get out!"

Ok. . . Simply put, this is the situation.

The blood elves couldn't beat them at first glance, so they also became angry, so they enlarged the move: sue their parents.

"Dad! The orcs bullied us! I don't care, I want the mana furnace!"

The elves of the night elves in the night empire soon received complaints from this group of blood elves.

The high elf dignity is overwhelming again, it is just a minimal mana furnace, which does not affect the interests of Quel'Thalas in the Netherstorm area.

You said you gave it to them, and the tribe did n’t go to plan your ancestral tomb. It was on the edge of the Netherstorm, near the Blade's Edge Mountain, it occupied such a mana furnace, and they all issued a statement. Continue to expand deep into the region, enough to give you face!

It's just the attitude of the high elves who feel that they have lost their face greatly, and they will not let go of their lives. The first is to ask the tribe to apologize to us and return the mana furnace to us.

In desperation, the Dark Empire had to order Gruul to take his Magoron giants to continue to be nailed in the Blade's Edge Mountains area to negotiate with the Horde.

Of course, the night empire did not do anything. After all, it was not a big deal. Only the high elves took it seriously, so when the two parties negotiated, the night empire also contacted the tribe in private.

Simply put: Everyone knows what the high elves are stinking, you are also uncomfortable, you have to beat them in the face, what's the matter?

So listen to me, you emptied that mana forge, and then left the Netherstorm area with everything, and we also let the giant Magoron of Gruul evacuate from Blade's Edge Mountain.

Chief Thrall couldn't help laughing and crying, and was also convinced by the long white skinned ears.

Soon, the chieftain ordered the virtual spirits on his side to empty the mana furnace ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ all packed and brought back to Blade's Edge Mountain, withdrew from the Netherstorm area.

But, but everything has a but.

But the chieftain found that he still underestimated the inexplicable dignity of the high elves.

You can't go, anyway, you just have to apologize to us! Be sincere, serious, and know that you are wrong!

A few days later, the annoying tribe finally issued an official statement, announcing the whole world of Azeroth.

"For the conflict and misunderstanding that occurred in the Netherstorm area a few days ago, the tribe extended its deep apologies to Quel'Thalas."

That's the problem.

In the Netherstorm area, a newly built high-elf style military fortress.

Countess Liadrin's delicate and beautiful facial features are about to be thrown into the sky, a glass of wine gracefully shaking in her hand.

"Well, since this is the case, our high elves are not narrow-minded races, Quel'Thalas reluctantly accepted your apology, but remember, there is no next time."

Finally, the countess waved her white jade hand, beckoning the messenger of the tribe to leave.

The orcs who came to visit heard the words, rolled their eyes, and then strode out of the fortress with long white ears.

"This group of long-eared girls are really holding tightly to the thighs of the night empire and don't let go. What a **** apologize, ah!

"Yes, I'd rather go and scold the Alliance dogs of humans, rather than look at their cold faces here."

The orc messengers walked while making rude gestures towards the fortress of the high elves.