The beast soldier next to you didn't understand what Vanessa meant. What signal did you want to send when you look at the sky with your eyes and touch the dagger like a blind man? Before, you didn't look like you were injured when you looked at your eyes.

The upright beast soldier was confused by her.

The old orc Itrig is more knowledgeable than the young people. He has been in human society for several years and is so old. He has thought twice and understood what Vanessa means. He thinks that he is not sincere enough to apologize? You are too brave. You dare to blackmail in the main city of the tribe?!

Vanessa was very sure. After a brief contact, she understood the character of these orcs. They focused on honor. If she spoke big, the other party would definitely be very angry. It is difficult to predict what will happen at that time. However, a small blackmail will be a drop in the bucket, given the tribe's family and business.

Itrig thought for a moment, and it was really meaningless to say a few words. Orcs focus on honor. They value this kind of verbal promises, but it may be a bit inappropriate for humans who pay attention to reality.

It is reasonable to use compensation to completely erase the assassination incident and pretend that the whole thing has not happened before.

I feel much more calm when I think about it this way.

"Well, we made a mistake, wait." He whispered to his subordinates. The beast soldier looked stunned, but he still ran out according to the order. After a short while, he took back a wooden box.

Yitrig opened the wooden box, looked at the sky with his eyes before, and Vanessa, who pretended to be blind, immediately looked down and looked.

I saw a very orc-style serrated dagger placed horizontally in the wooden box. The tip of the knife had an upward curve, and the serrated teeth were shining with a cold light. You could vaguely hear a burst of roar from it, and there was a murderous intent in the blood groove.

Vanessa picked up the dagger and stabbed it twice with her forehand and backhand.

This dagger is much lighter than the beep dagger she used before. When stabbing, she could feel that the dagger seemed to have some kind of magical power, very much like an orc style. The dagger can mobilize the power of her body to a point, so that it can kill the enemy with one blow at a critical moment.

To be honest, the dagger's shape is too rough and does not conform to her aesthetics, but the effect of one blow to kill is very consistent with the many methods of the thief.

She stabbed the air seven or eight times continuously, and soon mastered this kind of attack method that suddenly burst out with all its strength at the moment.

She turned around and asked the old orc: "Can you guess the name of my dagger?"

Old Orc Itrig: ""

He feels that he is really not suitable to deal with humans, and humans are too shameless! Do you have a little bit of honor in your heart?

But everything has been sent out, and even if you say a few more words, you won't die. He grunted for a long time: "I guess this is the epic dagger of the Black Hand clan, the Demon Strike. The Black Hand clan had two Demon Strikes back then, but many years ago, the Great Chief Orgrim. The Hammer of Destruction killed the then Black Hand clan leader and seized the dagger. I really didn't expect it to fall into your hands now."

Is it the Devil's Strike?! Vanessa was a little surprised. She finally had an epic dagger! What's the point of being ugly?

However, this dagger is a bit hateful. The Black Hand clan is not a member of the tribe. The other party dares not do anything if the dagger is placed in the tribe's treasure house. If it is known that it is in his own hands, the Black Hand clan is in Black Stone Mountain, and her western wilderness is on the Eastern Continent.

Turning around and thinking, there is actually nothing scary! Not to mention epic weapons and magical weapons, even the dung forks in the western wilderness have owners. It is definitely a dream to find epic weapons without a master.

The only drawback is that there is only one dagger.

She waved the dagger with her right hand, and her left hand trembled like she had epilepsy. She expressed only one meaning. I can use two weapons. Look, I have a dagger, and my left hand is still empty. Should I give it another one?

Itrigg can make the decision if he sends out a dagger that orcs don't like to use, but he won't do it again.

He went out to ask for instructions, and after he came back, he said to Vanessa: "The Chief is welcome."

Can't the tribe afford to play like this? The chief invited two weapons? I was originally planning to borrow the name of Lao Niu being seriously injured to ask for a staff, but now it seems that the plan needs to be changed.

Vanessa thought to herself that her actions were actually within the other party's tolerance range. Of course, her so-called tolerance range refers to the tolerance range of the current chief Thal. If the chief in Orgrimmar is Garrosh, Hellscream, Woking, and Sylvanas, she would have run away long ago.

Thrall's strength is undoubtedly the strongest among the chiefs, but his personality is also the gentlest, so gentle that he is a bit bad.

Are honest people just used to bully these days?

"Okay, I have long relied on the reputation of the chief, so let's lead the way." She received the demonic strike into the scabbard of her waist, and she did not let go of the cruel back hook and beep dagger before. After all, it was an excellent weapon. The cruel barb had a commemorative significance to her predecessor, so she packed and took it away.

Yitrig opened his mouth and thought that her long sword dagger was indeed not practical for orcs. She was placed in the warehouse to occupy space, and then she was angry when she saw it. She took it away and took it away.

Walk out of the room and follow the avenue toward the Valley of Wisdom behind Orgrimmar.

Along the way, I saw many orcs carrying supplies from the building where the flames faded, while more orcs stared at her with puzzlement, confusion and hatred. There was no personal grudges here, and they were hostile to her, just because she was a human.

As a superb thief and jungle predator, she is very sensitive to her eyes. Although Vanessa is moving forward, she can still feel the orc's hostile gaze like a needle-like orc. Her muscles seem to be relaxed, but in fact she can enter a combat state at any time.

Thrall's efforts cannot be said to be ineffective, but the seeds of hatred are still flowing in the orc's blood vessels. Perhaps with the erosion of time, there will be true harmony between the two sides in ten, twenty, and fifty years, but it is by no means the present.

Peace between the Alliance and the Horde is very fragile. Now it is more because the undead natural disasters in Northrend are pressing on both sides. Both sides need to lick their wounds and accumulate strength. Now it is just a pre-war revision, not peace at all.

"Can humans really live in harmony with orcs? Itrig, how long do you think it will take for both sides to be completely harmonious?" She asked the old orc around her leisurely tone.

The old orc's impression of her was still at the level of blackmailing herself. She suddenly put on a look of worrying about the country and the people, which made the old orc a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!