Chapter 59 The Pale Lady Is the Moon Lady

"lok-tar!"

An orc war cry sounded.

And his opponent couldn't bear to show weakness. Judging from his bloodthirsty eyes and fierce expression, there was no doubt that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Ha!" The orc roared, then jumped in front of his opponent, and punched him. His opponent stretched out his hand to block his attack, and kicked the opponent hard with his feet.

The two orcs suddenly got into a melee.

The audience immediately erupted, and the weapons kept making sounds in their hands.

"Hit him in the head!"

"Be more ruthless!"

Roars came and went everywhere, and the entire arena seemed to be on fire.

Not long after, the contest ended with one of the orcs being punched in the face. Looking at the downed orc, the winner let out a war cry, and everyone cheered.

Hearing the commotion outside, Sylvanas opened her eyes.

After the battle a few days ago, as part of the team that defeated Gul'dan, Sylvanas was undoubtedly respected by Grommash and his orc warriors.

They invited her to Grommashr as a distinguished guest, and while chatting with her, they revealed a message: If you don't have a clan, you can consider coming to the Warsong Clan.

"A novel experience." Sylvanas opened the tent and leaned on a pillar to observe the daily activities of the orcs.

Spending one night in the orc clan is a novel experience, but why not be respected as a forgotten person instead of being discriminated against by the living people?

Sylvanas's eyes were shining with a faint light, and her eyes with red light were carefully examining the orcs.

"The individual combat ability and physical fitness are extremely outstanding." She commented, "I just don't know how to cooperate in a war."

"Those with low combat ability and poor physical fitness are already dead." Nergo walked up to Sylvanas. The fight just now made him sweat a little.

"It seems like Gul'dan's curse didn't damage you too much?" Sylvanas said.

"There are still some, at least I look a lot more mature." Nergo approached her, "Can I go in?"

Sylvanas nodded, lifted up the tent, and Nergo followed closely behind.

"There aren't any drinks here," she said.

"No need, it's cool enough where you are." Nergo chuckled. The weather was very hot, but her tent felt like it was in a snow-capped mountain. It was so cold.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say." Sylvanas didn't often chat with others, and she didn't like the way human nobles communicated in a way that was almost guessing.

She prefers to go straight to the test and riddle one after another.

"The chief wants me to invite you to join the Warsong Clan." It just so happened that Nergo didn't like being the Riddler either. He said bluntly: "The battle with Gul'dan made the chief realize that you are an outstanding warrior, and what's even more rare is that you are Is a woman, if you join..."

Sylvanas stretched out her finger to signal him to stop first.

"I have a question, Shaman." Sylvanas said, "You should know that I am not an orc."

"I know, Hellscream is the same." Nergo joked: "Unless you are an ogre, my people are actually quite friendly."

"Especially because you are a strong man." Nergo said, "Of course, if someone discriminates against your race, you can duel with him. Hellscream and all other orcs will support you."

Sylvanas nodded, "In other words, although you are an isolated race, you don't dislike strong men from other races, right?"

Nergo didn't hesitate at all, "That's natural."

At least in the Warsong clan, before taking the demon blood in the original plot, they were only indifferent to the draenei instead of hating them.

Sylvanas didn't speak. Her expression was serious, or she looked serious most of the time.

Nergo looked around. He was not used to staying with a person of the opposite sex for too long, especially this "pale lady". With her, he always felt that he was very close to death.

To join, or not to join.

This was a simple two-choice question, but Sylvanas had no choice.

Why did she come to Draenor? It’s not a vacation anyway.

Just when Nelgo was getting impatient, "I agreed." Sylvanas said suddenly.

"Wise choice." Nergo smiled and said: "We will be compatriots in the next few days. Chief Hellscream may hold a large banquet to announce your existence to everyone."

Sylvanas hummed.

What a surprise.

Sylvanas thought, her former compatriots hated me and were afraid of me, but the orcs in another world regard her as a compatriot?

This feeling was especially strong at the banquet in the evening. After Sylvanas showed off her amazing archery and fighting abilities, many young orcs gathered around her and wanted to ask her for advice.

Sylvanas was a little bored, but also a little proud.

She was tired of this noisy atmosphere because it was very noisy.

But I also like this kind of attention, because it makes me feel that I am not an undead being discriminated against by everyone.

She lifted her veil and the hood that covered her ears, removing other disguises and revealing her appearance, with sharp and long ears, dark skin, and enchanting red eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Sylvanas said with a teasing look on her face. She couldn't wait to see what these orc cubs would say after seeing her scary face.

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"..."

The fear and rejection she thought she would suffer were not there at all, and the abuse she thought she would suffer did not exist. They had long known that she was a strong alien.

"We thought you were a Draenei." A little orc said.

The only thing that surprised them might be that she was not a Draenei.

Thanks to the caravans of Shattrath and Grommashar, the frequent appearance of Draenei in the Warsong Orcs made these orc children more tolerant of aliens.

Sylvanas felt a little surprised, and then said loudly: "I am the Forsaken."

The Forsaken!!!

Nergo, who was a little drunk, suddenly became more sober. There were many admirers around him. They all came because they heard the rumor that Nergo was cursed by the evil demon for protecting the holy land.

Nergo squeezed out of the crowd and looked at Sylvanas carefully, muttering, "Pale Lady, Moon, Lady of the Moon."

Sylvanas glanced at him and smiled, "You seem to know something?"

"I don't know anything, and I don't want to know anything." Nergo shook her head. No one knew how she came here, and no one knew what was hidden behind it. She didn't want to say it, so she didn't want to be annoying.

"Here you go." Nergo threw a wine bag over. "Draenor Ale, one of the rewards my teacher gave me. I think you should have a share."

Looking at Nergo who was stuttering, Sylvanas raised her eyebrows, with a false sweetness in her mouth, "I didn't know you had such a side. It seems that the little orc has grown up, but the price is a bit high."

"If you had done this earlier, I would have a much better opinion of you."

What is she mocking me for? Don't you know etiquette?

Nergo didn't want to pay attention to her. He knew that he would be laughed at no matter what he said, so he simply didn't say anything.

He hadn't finished eating his crescent saberfish meat yet.

Sylvanas smiled at him, maybe she thought teasing this orc would make him feel happy?

Sylvanas unscrewed the wine bag.

The beer was ordinary, but very refreshing.