The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Internal bleeding wounds." The secretary behind him reminded.

"Yes, **** wounds inside." Gary Vickers took a deep breath: "Otherwise, even if our engineers didn't find out, those Azerites would continue to flow. If they were not collected, it would be too wasteful. , Pretty lady, please answer my question just now, what do the Ayn people think about trade, do they have money?"

"They, they have money." Yamily didn't think of this question. She paused before continuing: "But they are only interested in the slave trade."

"Oh-that's the case." Gary Vickers's voice stretched very long, and then, like a gentleman, he raised his hat to Amily: "Thank you for your answer, Miss Bloodblade."

"Your destruction has caused very serious trauma to Mother Earth, you must stop!"

"Stop?" Gary Vickers raised his tone: "Do you know how much you will lose if you stop? How much money will be lost in a day? You are so crazy to say that! We are doing our best to protect Azeroth, now only Need to charge some service fees while saving Azeroth, that's all. Besides, collect some and Azeroth will destroy the world? Come on, man, you should listen less to those druids The gods and gods are talking about. They also said that cutting down trees will make us all hot to death. The first thing a sensible person must do is to ignore the false statements of those environmentalists. If there is a sum of money to be able to immediately Only a fool will give up a business that earns hundreds of gold coins."

With that, Gary Vickers turned to Vol'jin, took off his top hat and bowed to the warchief.

"The development of the tribe requires more trade, interaction and industrial construction, rather than farming, fishing and grazing. The Bilgewater Chaebol is the most steadfast member and the most loyal ally of the tribe. Our business will bring prosperity to the tribe and strengthen the tribe. The power of. Given that the Alliance has gained a strong military ally, I hope the Warchief will allow us to build a new factory in the Southern Barrens and produce enough muskets, bombs and airships. We will sell them to the Horde at a very cheap price. ."

"War Chief, we have just ended the War of the Burning Legion. We should use more funds to rebuild the destroyed places, to produce farm tools, purchase seeds, and build new farms instead of making killing machines." Bain also Turning to Woking: "Furthermore, I got news that many people in the alliance did not want to go to war with the tribe. It is precisely because of this that they did not make any more reactions after mobilizing the army. What they need is an explanation, they I just want to know what the Alliance's prospecting team encountered in Silithus."

"It's all a conspiracy of the Alliance, don't you know? Tauren, use your head to think about it!" Gary Vix waved his arms angrily: "They sent someone to Silithus, but actually All the agents sent up here are all agents! After waiting, they immediately disguised and disappeared, and then framed that the tribe attacked them. Can you not see through such a simple conspiracy? Those cunning Alliance dogs have long wanted to go to war with the tribe. , They just want an excuse!"

"Druid of Silithus..."

Gary Wix waved his hand contemptuously: "There are too many alliance night elves in the Cenarion Circle, and they are untrustworthy. The tribe must arm themselves and tell those alliances that if they want to invade, we will never agree, we I will defend my homeland until I die!"

The representatives of the orcs and the trolls discussed each other, and there was no lack of words of approval for Gary Wix.

"Could it be that if the Alliance attacked the Horde, would you be the first to surrender, Tauren?" The Prince of Trade asked aggressively, "Don't you love the Horde?"

Baine shrank his neck: "Of course I support the tribe and I am loyal to the tribe."

"Those who love the tribe, support the tribe, and are loyal to the tribe should support the plan of the Bilgewater Chaebol, otherwise they are tribal traitors who want to surrender to the Alliance!"

"Quiet." Woking's voice appeared, and the Chiefs' Hall fell silent immediately. Gary Wicks and Bain bowed to him.

The warchief’s eyes scanned the others present: “I’m glad that a rumor in Stranglethorn Vale was wrong. Our brothers and sisters returned home without incident, between relatives and friends. Until tomorrow, we Discuss the new race again. Your Excellency Windrunner."

"Warchief." Sylvanas nodded slightly. This is the most submissive appearance she can show: "I'm listening."

"I hope you can stay and explain to me the second rumor heard in Stranglethorn Vale."

"As you wish, Warchief." Sylvanas rolled her scarlet eyes and moved her gaze to Yamili: "The envoy is from Stranglethorn Vale. Can she return to the Undercity with me today? Explain to me. Those things that I have never heard of? When the next meeting, I will give the warchief a satisfactory answer."

Yamily's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She tried to maintain the surface calm, but her heart had already begun to panic looking for a way to escape.

Woking watched Yamily. A drop of cold sweat came out of the latter's forehead.

"I agree, Your Excellency Windrunner."