Chapter 1413 Salesman

Sal was initially baffled by Mark's arrival.

The alliance sent a Huiyue-level archmage, but they discussed such a big matter with a tribal chief like him on an equal footing.

Is it appropriate?

Inappropriate!

In a sense, this is already a humiliation to the tribe.

But after two sentences, Thrall tilted his head slightly and exchanged glances with Orgrim. They both saw the shock in each other's eyes, and then they both secretly nodded at the same time.

Without it, although it was just two sentences, the tone, rhythm, and demeanor of the words made a thought pop into their minds for the first time—could this guy be Duke himself?

The person who knows a person best in this world is often his enemy.

Orgrim has been dealing with Duke for more than 20 years, and Thrall has known Duke for eight years. How could he not be familiar with Duke's characteristics.

There is no shortage of brave people in this world who are brave enough to look at the two great chiefs of the tribe while surrounded by a group of fierce and powerful orcs.

Those guys are often the most determined paladins in the alliance, such as the Five Silver Saints and so on.

However, he spoke easily and calmly, always with a tone that convinced the tribe, but the tribe had to submit. There was only one person in the world.

Even though the appearance was different, the vaguely familiar facial contour still gave Sal a chill.

"You are Duke..." Sal was interrupted before he could finish the question.

"I am the plenipotentiary representative of Lord Marcus." Duke said firmly.

How strange!

Thrall is indeed smart, but the problem is that orcs have never had the talent to be an actor. There was one sentence written all over the faces of him and Orgrim - You must be the son of Duke Marcus!

yes! It was more than twenty years ago when I first got to know Duke. If that romantic guy didn't produce any illegitimate children, even the orcs wouldn't believe it.

Are you Du's illegitimate son?

Kul Tiran?

The age is just right.

Oh, could it be that Gianna gave birth secretly when she was at Marcus's house?

When our great Horde scouts were exploring Theramore, they found out all about Jaina's origins.

alright.

One alive, one dead.

The two chiefs looked at Mark Dooku as if they were an illegitimate child. This made Duke extremely embarrassed!

Do you think everyone named Dooku is a bastard?

I'm not Jon Snow from Game of Thrones! ?

"Hahahaha! Beast Duke, are you out of your way this time?" A certain bad maid named Vanessa was delivering food to Duke Karazhan's room. She burst out laughing with tears in her eyes and banged the table.

Duke himself also looked like he had eaten a fly.

Damn it, I can't leave Azeroth and am forced to play a small role. Thrall, do you think you are my cub?

Depend on! After that biu~biu~biu, my baby was still brewing in the stomachs of the Windrunner sisters.

Well, now I can’t even wash myself off if I jump into the river.

But Duke couldn't argue.

Duke could only ask the two chiefs patiently while the veins on his head burst out and smoked: "The tribe shouldn't be able to handle so many demonized tribesmen, right?"

It was a matter of compatriots, and when business came down to business, Sal immediately put away his spirit of gossip and became serious.

"This is indeed a serious problem. Does the alliance have any good suggestions?"

The evil orcs captured before were indeed taken to the rear and received good care.

That's only if there are few prisoners.

The priest's holy light and the shaman's natural magic can indeed expedite the removal of demon blood residue from the evil orcs' bodies, but the alliance and tribe's healers alone will never be able to deal with more than 100,000 evil orcs.

It takes too long to naturally eliminate the effects of demon blood.

Thrall's childhood in prison and slavery made him absolutely aware of how terrifying the sequelae of demon blood can be.

Even a strong-willed tribal hero like Grom would wake up from midnight nightmares and roar like a beast.

If you don't kill, then you have to use an almost masochistic method every time to suppress the urge to destroy and kill in your heart.

In Lordaeron more than ten years ago, almost every prison where orcs were imprisoned had to use iron bars as thick as a bowl and hard bricks for city walls. Because in every cell, just seeing the orcs scratching out scratches on the wall in a violent state, with a depth of more than two centimeters, is enough to make any normal person tremble.

And there are more than 100,000 evil orcs to be accommodated... Just thinking about the manpower and material resources required is enough to make Thrall collapse.

The evil orcs are a typical liability before they are completely transformed back into normal orcs.

However, Thrall could not give up on his compatriots.

Now that Mark Dooku has jumped out, it really solves the urgent need of the entire tribe.

At this time, Duke smiled and pulled out Yrel who was hiding behind him.

Hooves refused this somewhat inexplicable move.

She grabbed Mr. Mark's back tightly and refused to be pushed to the front desk.

It's a pity that this seemingly weak human mage actually has arm strength that is completely superior to her, so Hoofu's face turned pale, and he was pushed forward as if he was about to die heroically.

Seeing her horrified face, with the words "Don't eat me" written on her forehead, Sal also smiled bitterly.

"Warchief, the Alliance now solemnly recommends to you the holy water from Shattrath City."

"Holy water?" Thrall and Orgrim were stunned.

"Yes, holy water! The holy light of the alliance paladins is the most effective way to deal with demons. Since the evil orcs mutated because they drank the demon blood of the abyss lord, then holy water is the most effective antidote."

Fighting darkness with light is a very reliable choice.

It’s just that embarrassing!

Back then, the orcs almost killed the draenei to the point of annihilation. Unexpectedly, things had changed, and this time they actually wanted to kill the draenei. This feeling of swallowing a fly alive is so uncomfortable!

"Wouldn't Stratholme's holy water work?" Orgrim suggested an alternative as if to change the subject.

"Well, the essence of the Holy Light is a kind of pure, kind spiritual energy. As a derivative of its divine will, Stratholme Holy Water will naturally dissipate. The further away from the Holy City, the longer it is left, the more effective it will be. Low...and the production capacity of Stratholme's holy water is far from enough to supply more than 100,000 Fel Orcs."

Duke's subtext is: Your tribe accepts its fate. There will be no good fruits in favor of the distant.

Orgrim's chest seemed to be blocked by something, so uncomfortable.

At this time, Duke added heavy weights to the tribe's balance of gains and losses.

"The Alliance has conducted tests and found that if an evil orc can obtain a sufficient amount of holy water with a moderate concentration and a good diet, it will generally return to a normal orc within one to three months and will stop drinking demon blood. His crazy addiction. It just so happens that there is now the purest holy light creature in the universe in Shattrath City - Naaru!"