Jaina first looked around and made sure no one heard their conversation before speaking again.

"Can I call you Hope? What a good name, our world needs hope."

Vanessa nodded: "Of course."

"The news of the Rib Clan has actually lagged behind for a long time. The Storm Kingdom once sent an envoy to cross the vast sea to the Kalimdo continent, but that happened six months ago."

Jaina's opening remark surprised Vanessa. Six months ago? She had just worn it for more than two months, and it had nothing to do with her, but half a minute later, she stopped thinking so.

"Hope, you're coming from the Storm Kingdom? Have you heard of the Defia Brotherhood?"

Vanessa's expression looked puzzled, and she was a little curious in her doubts, as if she had heard the name for the first time. She shook her head gently: "I've never heard of it."

Someone's new friend looked at her with a scrutiny look. Even though her facial expression was extremely controlled, Vanessa knew that it was broken and she must have revealed a flaw.

"Miss Hope is still not honest, but I'm also from this age, and I can understand you young girls with some skills." Jaina took off her hood and sighed slightly.

She seemed confidently saying, "You also know that the relationship between me and the Alliance is very delicate. When I was a child, I lived in Storm Kingdom for a while. Varian Wrien was my friend. He told me many secrets, so I think you know about the Difia Brotherhood Thal can't see it because he doesn't know many secrets. Don't lie, Miss Hope from MI7."

Who? MI7? Me?!

Vanessa was a thief. She immediately knew that Jaina had misunderstood, but where did she reveal her flaw?

"I have seen some MI7 agents, and Varian also talked about your unique training method. The distance between your left and right feet while you walk is four-fifths of the normal pace. It is difficult for ordinary people to see this gap, but in front of arcane, haha, this cannot hide your walking steps, revealing your true identity, Miss Hope." Jaina said with extraordinary certainty that she had seen through the truth.

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a slight gap in her pace! She thought her identity was exposed. At the same time, she felt a little scared. Fortunately, she was determined and had never gone to Stormwind City. A Gianna, who was focusing on the path of a mage, could find problems. There was no reason why the senior executives of the MI7 could not find it. She just hadn't come into their sight yet, and she had to make adjustments in this regard when she went back.

This misunderstanding is a bit wonderful. Da Fan was an assassin trained by the MI7th Department during his lifetime. The water was very deep. Why did a national intelligence organization train a president of a stonemason union to be an assassin? I'm afraid only the person involved knew about this, but Da Fan also used this method to train Vanessa.

She is just a little smart ordinary person, but she does not have a different martial arts talent. She practiced her predecessor and how she inherited it. It looks like a special agent from the MI7th Department

"You admit your mistake, but I can help you with any information you need." After hesitating, Vanessa still couldn't admit it. Not to mention that she was fake, even a real MI7 agent would not admit it in person, which violated the basic character of an agent.

As the leader of a country, Jaina knew very well the nature of these agents and assassins' work. She did not force her to admit her identity, as long as she had the promise in the second half of her sentence.

She brought the topic back to the present moment and continued her own story.

"My sentry has been investigated by many parties and has now confirmed that a ship under the banner of Storm Kingdom came to the Kalimdo continent, but the other party disappeared later. We found some worn-out boards at the scene. After interrogating several jointers, we only got the name of the Difia Brotherhood, leaving no other clues."

Damn! Throw everything on the Brotherhood! Vanessa almost cursed, all the traces could be covered, and the only clues of the Brotherhood could not be covered? The intention to blame the blame was too obvious.

Now I can't bear anything I say I am related to the Brotherhood.

"Is MI7 still loyal to the royal family and the king?" asked Jaina.

How should I answer this question myself? It should be right? She nodded.

"There is a problem with the Regent of the Storm Kingdom. I felt a dark magic wrapped around him during the two calls. I would like to ask you to help investigate the news about the former King of the Storm Kingdom Varian Wrien and this Difia Brotherhood. Varian is my friend. The official said that the disappearance is really not very convincing. Please be sure to help."

You asked me to investigate Varian's traces? Let me investigate the Brotherhood? Vanessa felt ridiculous, but she didn't refuse. She would definitely "invest" her.

At this time, she could ask Jaina to use teleportation to send her back to the Eastern Continent, but she thought she would also have to obtain druid knowledge, so she chose to stay in Orgrimmar for another two days.

He got Jaina's magic communicator and agreed to make a call once a month. The female mage teleported away from Orgrimmar, and Vanessa also returned to her new room.

The main city of Orgrimmar was very lively in the next two days. The orcs started a bloody internal slaughter. Many orcs who opposed Thrall had already been mastered, but there was no evidence. Now, the case of human envoy being stabbed is just in the slaughter.

An old orc, like a twenty-five-year-old programmer, led a team to clean up the place called the Rage Rift below Orgrimmar. The orcs who called themselves the Blade Clan suffered a catastrophe, and the number of warlocks with more than three digits fell into a pool of blood.

The old orc was a legendary warrior. He was so fierce that he swung the wheels and axe, as if a flesh and blood whirlwind was blowing.

"Who is this?" Vanessa also came to see the fun. She asked the old orc Itrig, who had already retreated from the battlefield and had a tendency to change to a tour guide.

The two of them stood high, looking down at the canyon, looking at the heroic figure of the old guy, Yitrig was filled with feelings: "That is Varok Sarufar, we respectfully call King Sarufar, equivalent to the great lord on your human side, and he is also the brother of Brox Sarufar."

Thinking of her character, Vanessa did not react to these two names, and Itrig sighed slightly, as if saddened that the heroic orc warrior could not make a name on the battlefield, but could only slaughter the tribesmen at home.

Vanessa secretly measured the strength of the king. If she brought the established troops, there were cavalry and archers, and then set up a trap, the other party would not be unable to defeat it. The strength of this old orc looked similar to that of the panda man, Old Chen, and far worse than the chief Thrall.
Chapter completed!