The Fate of the Gunman

When Lancer and the high elves' ranger troops came to the capital of Lordaeron, the already assembled Lordaeron and the Silver Hand Knights set foot on the journey to the harbor with them, where the navy of Kul Tiras They will be transported to Kalimdor.

Lancer is also very familiar with the participants this time. The Knights of the Silver Hand are led by Uther himself, and the priests of the cathedral are led by Benedictus. It can be said that they are all acquaintances, so there is not too much of both parties. His greetings, and even Benedictus personally helped Lancer treat the burns on his arm.

This man who will be thrown into the embrace of the shadows in the future is still one of the best priests in the cathedral at this time. The arms that Lancer used to recover slowly by relying on the powerful self-healing ability are restored several times faster under the treatment of the other's holy light.

But when Lancer and the others arrived in Kalimdor, a bad news also came.

"Archimonde has already appeared in Azeroth, but Wanxin, who is not happy, has the same trajectory as we expected. The goal is directly at the tree of the world. The city-states and villages along the way have been moved in advance. Casualties are reduced to a minimum..."

This report seems to be okay, but everyone at the conference table is calm. After all, demons are not creatures that like to be restrained. The places they pass by are completely scorched, and some people who are not willing to go far away are naturally also being Involved in the demon army and crushed thoroughly.

And there is more than one bad news.

"After the orcs were defeated, they came to Kalimdor in search of a settlement. They clashed with the night elves, and the leader of the Warsong clan Grom Hellscream killed the demigod Cenarius."

"boom!!"

Almost after the messenger read out the information, there was a loud knocking sound from the person sitting in the bridge conference room, and Daelin Proudmoore, wearing a general uniform, stood up suddenly.

"Sure enough, these damn green-skinned monsters have returned to their demon masters! I said at the beginning that I should kill these green-skinned monsters directly!!"

After experiencing the first and second Orc Wars, Daelin Proudmoore can be said to be the most hated orc among all national leaders, even surpassing Varian.

After all, the opponent’s son died at the hands of the orcs during a naval battle, and his other son also died prematurely. He had two sons and one daughter, and now he has only one daughter. Think about it.

Other people sitting in the conference room at this time saw Dai Lin’s hideous expression and did not know how to persuade him for a while. After all, the other party’s affairs were not a secret, and at this time they did have similar thoughts to each other. , Except for one person.

But even if he knew that the orcs were not completely manipulated by the devil, Lancer had no intention to speak. After all, he did not like the orcs.

Indeed, the home of the orcs was destroyed. They invaded Azeroth to survive, and Lancer was not a native of Azeroth. He didn’t have to hate the orcs, but Lancer’s friends and acquaintances were all alliances. What about the members?

Lancer was neither a fair and unselfish judge nor a philanthropist. What's more, he didn't know the specific situation this time, so he didn't speak at all.

But at this moment——————

"Bang~bang~"

A crisp knocking sound came from outside the window, Lancer moved his gaze unconsciously, and then his pupils shrank, because the crow that was different from the seagull was obviously an acquaintance of him.

"Sorry, everyone, I want to leave."

Unlike the other people in the meeting room at this time who are serving as commanders, Lancer is more qualified to appear in the meeting room because of his own strength. It is not surprising that he took the initiative to leave the crowd and just nodded to him.

"Slap~slap~"

Lancer came to the bridge with a slightly rapid footsteps, and there stood a man who almost hid himself in his cloak.

"Medivine, is there anything? It's about the orcs?"

"Yes, as you think, it is indeed an orc, this time I need your help."

The matter was urgent, and Medivh stopped talking nonsense and directly stated his purpose.

"Is there anything I can help?"

"It's very simple. I hope Lancer can go to the orcs with me to convince the orcs. This time the enemy is Archimonde, who is the deputy leader of the Burning Legion. We need to unite all the forces that can be united!"

Chapter 87—The Glory of the Orcs

What Medivh said was not beyond Lancer's expectations, but ——————

"you are serious?"

Lancer's expression could not be said to be surprised, it could even be said to be a little horrified. After all, neither Lancer nor Medivh's relationship with the orcs was good, or even bad.

Gul'dan now has his head in his hands, and Medivh, who opened the Dark Portal with him back then, has a reputation among the orcs. In Lancer's eyes, Medivh is considered as an orc. Not the culprit can definitely be regarded as an accomplice. It is sensible if you don't directly swing the axe to him when you meet. Is there any more talk?

As for Lancer?

The first tribal warchief died in Lancer's hands, and the opponent's weapon was directly sent by Lancer. Is there anything more to say?

As the two of them, is this to discuss cooperation or prepare to go to war?

When Medivh heard Lancer's rhetorical question, he did not directly answer but took out a string of animal teeth necklace.

"Actually I have met with the chief of the Frostwolf clan Thrall before, although he is also an orc, but perhaps because he grew up in the human world, his views on the future of the orcs are different from those of the past. The orcs are different. This is the token he gave me, and this time the person I plan to find is also him."

Medivh’s explanation can be said to be quite convincing, but——————

"Is this you? Are you sure that the group of orcs won't enter the bloodthirsty state when I go?"

"Lancer, it seems that you don’t know the orcs well, or that few people actually know the orcs, including me, they will hate you, but they also worship you because you are in a fight. In Glory Battle, they defeated their former leader personally. If you are not a human but an orc, you might still have a chance to become a great chief."

It was a joke in the end, but Lancer knew what the other party meant.

In fact, Lancer's view of the orcs is relatively "fair". After all, he also knows the story of "Fuding". You must know that most human thoughts are related to a certain navy who is still in the meeting room at this time. Throw the same'those damn green-skin monsters should be thrown into the sea to drown.'

But this "justice" has its limits. He once personally participated in the "first battle" of the first Black Gate War, but he witnessed the madness of the orcs subduing the blood of the devil with his own eyes, and even Lancer had seen him eat with himself. Of young soldiers died in the next battle.

Lancer wouldn't be extreme and wanton at best, but he didn't like much.

"Well, I understand what you mean, but aren't you working with night elves now? Isn't it complicated to find an orc now?"

Lancer was considered tacitly or agreed to the other party's suggestion. This question was just pure curiosity. He believed that it was impossible to think of this with Medivh's wisdom.

When Medivh heard Lancer's question, his expression became extremely subtle.

"Actually, the reason why I took the initiative to go to the Frostwolf clan this time is precisely this. Grom Hellscream is stronger than the black hand Lancer you killed back then, but the Lord Cenarius is The stronger ones among the demigods of the wilderness are definitely not the existence that Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan can kill. After all, killing and defeating are two concepts."

Cenarius’ life experience has always been a mystery. Even Lancer has never heard of this. The most widely spread theory is that the strongest demigod of the wilderness and the son of Malorne and the moon god Elune, but still Never got a stone hammer.

But regardless of his life experience, the opponent's strength is beyond doubt, at least Lancer doesn't think he has the ability to'kill' the opponent.

"This thing is really complicated. Okay, I'll accompany you on a trip, but I've said in advance that if the group of orcs really do, I will make a judgment based on the situation."

Lancer doesn't care about the situation of the orcs, but he has to admit that if the orcs also joined this war, more humans, elves, and dwarves can survive.

Medivh was also happy when he heard Lancer’s words. After all, Lancer is the best “insurance”. Although the orcs are savage, they respect the strong, as long as Lancer is at least better than before. Safe several times.

As Lancer returned to the conference room and told everyone that he was leaving the team temporarily, Thrall in Kalimdor's tribal camp was also looking at Grom Hellscream, who was all over his body, with a serious face.

"Have you calmed down?"

Thrall's expression with the Doomhammer in his hand can be said to be extremely ugly, not only because the other party killed the demigod Cenarius, but also because the other party actually drank the'devil's blood' that represents the curse again.

"Slightly... sober."

Grom Hellscream still spoke intermittently. After all, he gradually began to recover after killing Cenarius, not to mention that Thrall personally helped him'calm down (physical)' with the hammer in his hand before.