Chapter 871 Perfect Induction

In the eyes of most orcs, they look down on human women.

With such a slender waist, wouldn't it be broken in two snaps?

Such a small butt can pierce your flesh with just a few smacks.

Her breasts are not much bigger than a pear, ah, she must have had no milk after giving birth.

This alliance messenger Jaina is so ugly!

Feeling the disdain from the heart of his own orc guards, some orcs even scolded Jaina as an ugly woman at a volume of 100 decibels. Thrall's brows kept twitching.

Alas, the aesthetic differences caused by different races and different painting styles cannot be hurt!

As Thrall who grew up among humans, he fully accepts human aesthetics. Like any adult human male, he was stunned by Jaina's breathtaking beauty.

You must know that Thrall was still a slave gladiator after being secretly exchanged from Guoholden Castle by Orgrim in advance and going to Brill.

During his growing up years, as if by fate, he met a servant who had immigrated from Hillsbrad and had a daughter named Taresha Foxton.

She is a little girl who has never seen war with her own eyes. Because of the death of her biological brother, she projected Thrall, whom her parents helped take care of, as a substitute for her brother. She is not afraid of this green-skinned orc at all, and often teaches her opponents in private. There are many things about Thrall that human society knows nothing about. Without telling his master, he smuggled various books to Thrall to read to increase his knowledge. He also secretly exchanged letters with Thrall for many years.

Taresha not only behaves like a kind mother, but also like a good sister who takes good care of her younger brother, cultivating Sal's excellent leadership character of being both tolerant and dignified.

Although Thrall was separated from Taresha when he broke away from Brill's cage, at this moment, for some reason, he always felt that Taresha had the same voice and smile as the female Alliance envoy in front of him.

Thrall sat on the rough warchief's throne, opened his arms, and spoke in the human lingua franca of Lordaeron with a smooth accent: "Hello! Messenger of the Alliance, I am Thrall, the current warchief of the tribe. I am fortunate to be able to Do you know your name? Beautiful lady."

No one expected that Jaina bowed slightly and answered in the extremely standard Blackstone clan accent orc language: "Good day, strong chief Thrall. I am the princess of Kul Tiras, Kalim of the human kingdom. Jaina Proudmoore, leader of the Pathfinders and ambassador of the Alliance!"

As soon as the words fell, almost the entire orc guard became excited.

Proudmoore! A ferocious surname second only to Marcus among the older generation of orcs!

In the ears of veteran warriors who have experienced the Second Dark Portal War, they may not understand the mastermind of Wei Mao's Duke, but they must understand that the man who buried hundreds of thousands of elite orcs on the sea was a man named Pro Demoor's fleet.

Not only that, the woman in front of him also claimed to be a pioneer of the continent of Kalimdor! ?

Does this mean that the despicable humans first deceived them from the human territory, and then came to encroach on this new land that, although barren, was regarded by the orcs as their own backyard?

The orcs were clamoring.

However, as Thrall suddenly raised his hand, the five thousand orcs in the audience fell silent for an instant. Even though many green-skinned orcs suppressed their blushes, no one made any more noise or bared their teeth at Jaina.

Even Jaina, who was used to seeing the alliance's elite, was secretly frightened when the order came to this point.

Thrall's voice sounded again, this time he spoke in orc language: "Although I really want to say 'welcome', the word welcome is always only for myself and my friends. I just don't know that your purpose of coming, messenger, is war, Or peace?”

Jaina slowly shook her head: "Great Chief Thrall, Brill, where you grew up, is still a paradise for the undead until the moment I talk to you. The war is not over at all, but it is not a war between the Alliance and the Horde. It’s a war between the living and the dead.”

If the silence just now was a silence that was still breathing heavily and suppressing anger, then the scene has now evolved from silence to silence.

Almost every orc gasped.

From the somewhat frustrating fight in Dalaran, to the subsequent injured orcs who turned into gray-skinned undead. The terror of the undead army has been experienced by every orc present.

Even on the ships that came here, there were still some orcs who concealed their injuries and turned into undead on the way, causing harm to their compatriots. There were a total of thirteen ships. Because none of the captains was soft-hearted or careless, and failed to control the undead or disinfect them, these ships all turned into ghost ships floating on the endless sea.

Thrall and Vol'jin looked at each other, and then nodded towards Varok, who was leading the army. He stood up, raised the [Doomhammer] high and announced to the orcs: "Put aside the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde for the time being. Let the dead rest in peace and let the living continue to have the right to live. I declare that this alliance envoy is a friend of the tribe! Let us all disband!"

The tribe's 5,000-strong army dispersed in a flurry.

Let Jaina's high-hanging heart relax a little.

Vol'jin made an invitation gesture and led Jaina to follow Thrall into the warchief's tent, which was three people tall.

Thrall sat down on the most gorgeous velociraptor hide in the tent, when he asked Jaina to sit down. Jaina did not hide her disgust. With a flick of her fingers, a chair made of pure ice suddenly appeared under Jaina's butt.

After stopping the guard, Thrall frowned slightly: "Lord Proudmoore is a magician?"

"Yes! Huiyue!"

Although he didn't understand what it meant to send such a big-name messenger, a female mage and princess, for Maoduk, it couldn't stop Thrall from being curious about Jaina and the current situation of the alliance.

Thrall, unable to know the situation on the other side of the sea, is now blind. He hopes to meet a diplomatic envoy who is more immature than him, which will give him more initiative in the subsequent negotiations.

Thrall is indeed very smart and has seen the human world. Unfortunately, many things in the world are not equal. Having been around Lordaeron with its backward technological level for a long time, he could not understand how advanced the technology was in the southern part of the continent.

Also because of the unequal information, he was unable to judge the intention of Jaina's next words.

After all, Thrall is just a fifteen-year-old boy now. No matter how talented he is, there is still a huge gap in experience between him and Jaina.

It would be better if Orgrim was still there, but unfortunately, the only adviser around him was Vol'jin, who also knew little about human society. Although Vol'jin was wise at this point in time, he was just a country bumpkin who had just escaped from the jungle of Stranglethorn Vale.

When Jaina opened her mouth, Thrall and others were perfectly induced.