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Haven't asked for any comments? Marla couldn't believe her ears. Has Tatsel been so arrogant?

Although Veronara and Merrell had no authority to dispatch and manage the navy, other leaders still had the right to know the movements of the troops.

Cleya exclaimed: "Go to the Eastern Kingdom! What are she doing? Do you want to attack the Alliance?"

"This is obvious," Carrila replied. "She has long been unable to endure the desire to retaliate against the alliance."

"But she is not Hellscream, and she hasn't fainted to start a war for no reason." Marla retorted, and she looked at Veronara, wanting to know the reason.

"Yesterday morning, there was a bloody conflict in Ratchet City, and humans openly provoked us. All the people who caused trouble were locked up by Gazluvi."

"Then the dispute should be calmed down? The goblins have the right to maintain the order of the neutral city and stop the fight."

"That's not a fight!" Veronara yelled loudly, surprised Marla. The commander of the Dark Ranger has always been calm, but Marla has to admit that the first time she saw her so incompetent, the dead voice could make such a loud noise.

“More than thirty forgotten people were killed.”

Everyone fell into silence, and even Merell's eyes were filled with anger.

"No matter how serious the situation is..." Marla said deliberately in a calm tone, in contrast to Veronala's growing voice, "Tatsel shouldn't be so reckless. Where did she go to the Eastern Kingdom?"

Veronara shook her head helplessly and turned to look at Merriel.

The mage said, "She went to Nanhai Town."

"The only remaining port stronghold in the eastern kingdom north of the Union? Is Tatsel crazy? Most of the population in that place is civilians and the orphans of Lordaeron." Cleya roared.

"She only has strategic value in her eyes. In order to ensure victory, she even drove away the Sword of Withering."

Hearing this, Marla was so shocked that her chin almost dropped. She couldn't help but take a step back so that she could look at Veronara in front of her, but not too close to her. "Sword of Withering? That's the warship of the master of the Withering Master, carrying the most advanced weapons. How could she..."

"The Withered One can't contact you now, and it's useless to say anything."

"Ms., we cannot sit idly by and watch Tatsel's behavior, we must stop her. If Nanhai Town becomes a battlefield, our conflict with the Alliance will be completely intensified."

"Belmont has sent a messenger through the portal to Shadow Teeth Castle. He wants to warn Ms. Prodmore of Theramore to ask her to evacuate the residents of the South Sea Town." Veronara sat in a chair and covered her face with her hands. "But I doubt it was still time."

"It's impossible to catch up. Even if you evacuate urgently, it will take several days to waste, not to mention that Tatsel's warships are the elite of the Forgotten Navy."

"I'll stop her." Merriel suddenly said, everyone's eyes focused on him.

"What are you going to do?" asked Marra.

"I can do my best to help the people in Nanhai Town buy time, but what I worry about is Maraton's spy."

"Please rest assured." Veronara stood up, as if seeing hope. "I have a way to find out Sarein, hiding inside the Forgotten."

………

This is a fortress made entirely of steel. After a day of exposure to the sun in the desert, the fortress is filled with heat and a human being.

It feels strange that a human comes to the throne of the tribe chief, unless the human being was secretly sent to Orgrimmar, and he is not a member of the alliance.

He is indeed not a member of the alliance, or even an enemy of that camp. Farreville is well aware of his positioning.

From time to time, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and later his sleeves and clothes were all wet. The throne of the tribe chief was placed in front of him.

He didn't understand why the orcs made the place where the chief gave orders so smoky. It should make it cold, cold. Especially for a leader, a cold room makes people uncomfortable. The best way to maintain majesty is to create a depressing atmosphere when meeting subordinates. At least, this is how Fareville manages the Blood Sail Pirates. On the contrary, the environment inside is like a hot stove.

At this moment, Farreville stayed in the 'stove', waiting for the arrival of the Hellscream of the Great Chief.

The heavy steps broke the tranquility, Farreville turned his head, and Garrosh's body half a body higher than him slowly walked, followed by a black stone orc behind him.

At this moment, the human heart suddenly became tight. He finally knew why the orcs did not deliberately create that tense atmosphere, because Garrosh himself had that feeling - not the majesty of the chief or king, but dangerous, fatal danger! The eyes and smile of the orc of Marghan were even more scary than his fists.

"Malkauroke, there is a human in front of my throne. Is he a spy?"

"It shouldn't be." The Black Stone Orc replied. Then, both orcs laughed loudly at the same time.

Farreville felt humiliated, but he still pretended to smile.

Garrosh slowly leaned his body against the throne and looked down at the human being below. "Welcome to me, pirate, my people say you want to see me, then...what are you doing?"

"I have done what you said, the Great Chief. The Forgotten Fleet has left Kalimdo and is ready to attack the town of Nanhai."

"Do you think my scouts are not as good as yours? This news has reached my ears when you stepped into Orgrimmar's gate."

Malcorok let out a hoarse laugh aside. Farreville gritted his teeth.

"But my people have not been rescued yet, Chief. They went to Ratchet City to cause trouble on your order, and were locked up and needed a large ransom..."

"They made sacrifices for my career." Garrosh interrupted Farreville's words. The human heart was bumped a little. He didn't like this sentence, and the implicit meaning seemed to be: they died as if they were dead.

"Yes, the chief. They need you now."

"Listen, Malkauroke, he said that the humans in Ratchet City Prison need me."

There was another burst of laughter. Farreville's patience was disappearing.

"Then, I'll save them."

"Really, you are so wise. When will you..." Farreville looked up at Hellscream. No matter how arrogant the orc was before, it doesn't matter now.

"Don't be anxious first." Hellscream continued. "Before this, you have to do something very simple for me."

"What's up?"
Chapter completed!