klisemfg Chapter 636 Discussion
Chapter 636 Discussion
The old bull was grinning foolishly, not resisting, but just looking at the goblin lying on the ground pretending to be dead from afar.
Looking around...
The old ox saw many corpses and kept shaking his head.
“Warrior of Undercity, the matter of Troll Village must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Kaz may not be a good person, but he is indeed one of the advisors invited by the survey team. You should release him.”
“We are the advance team, and there will be a formal joint expedition team following behind. This time, the Grand Chief personally ordered a joint investigation with the Senarion Council Observer Organization and the Earth Ring. We need to find the location of the earth elemental power in the Barren Land in order to listen to the wisdom of the spirits of nature and the souls of our ancestors.”
"The expedition was originally planned with technical and equipment support from the Goblin Trading Company, and the security team consisted of bodyguards recruited by the consultant himself. I think Mr. Katz will have learned his lesson this time and won't act on his own again. Right, Mr. Katz & Covent?"
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"Are you a shaman from the Earth Ring?"
"No, I am a druid, my name is Deer Antlers, Earth Spirit, and Red Mist. I am responsible for leading, supervising, and protecting the safety of the tribe's territory and property."
"Is it antlers, or crimson mist? What's its name...?"
"The Crimson Mist Clan has served their ancestral graveyard on the Soul Plateau for many years, listening to the voices of the Wind Child, the Cloud Mother, the Forest of Smoke, and the Bone Spirit. Recently, Venerable White Bull returned, and he had long ago instructed his descendants that a necromancer would descend upon the grasslands. I think that must be you, Lord Lorraine..."
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The minotaur said Lorraine's name, and Lorraine was shocked and horrified.
It doesn't want to reveal its identity.
"No, I'm not. I'm a secret envoy from Undercity with a special mission, so I can't reveal my name. Don't call me that."
"Lord Lorraine seems to also have another name, Barbaras & Slant-Eye. Well then, Lord Evil Eye, you disappeared from Orgrimmar, so why are you here?"
"Damn it! I haven't even asked you yet, are you an enemy or a spy?"
“My name is Deer Antlers, the Slanted-Eyed Warrior. You can also call me the Crimson Mist Venerable... I am responsible for guarding the Soul Plateau, listening to the voices of the Wind Child, the Cloud Mother, the Smoke God, and the Ancient Spirits.”
Old Niu repeated it again, and Lorraine remained silent.
Are all minotaurs a bit slow-witted?
Does being big mean having great wisdom?
But what kind of weird legend is it that a minotaur is wearing leather pants...?
"And you, goblin! Stop playing dead. I know you're still alive, get over here!"
Ignoring the dying night elf raptor druid on the ground, along with a man, a woman, and a specimen, Lorraine turned her gaze to a goblin who was pretending to be dead with its rear end sticking out.
The Raptor Druid is on the verge of death, a male and a female Shadow Elf Night Sentinel are unconscious, and another has already been completely killed by three Death Knights, its soul unable to escape...
"Uh...cough cough cough! Well, sir, were you calling me? So you are Lord Lorraine. I've heard so much about you, your name is legendary. I apologize again for my previous recklessness and foolishness. Please forgive me, Lord Lorraine, you must just ignore me. I'm willing to compensate you and the Troll Village for all your losses."
The goblin suddenly raised his head from the soil and immediately slid down to his knees in front of Lorraine, seemingly babbling incoherently.
In reality, his eyes were darting around...
It saw the rescuers' tragic state and realized that its previously well-thought-out plan was likely to be exposed.
Escaping will be very difficult!
The goblin hurriedly begged for mercy, while taking the opportunity to threaten... He was also afraid that he had just heard something he shouldn't have, so he was conflicted and gesticulating wildly, not at all like a senior venture capital manager who used to command hundreds of people.
However, their true goblin nature was fully revealed.
"You've treated me like I'm nothing. Oh, I know, your name is Lord Evil Eye. Lord Evil Eye, I promise I'll keep it a secret. Just like you have to think about me. Our company has invested hundreds of thousands of gold coins. If I fail to complete the mission and can't find what the president wants, he'll definitely put me in the Redemption Mech and torture me to the point of wishing I were dead."
"I have told you what you wanted to know."
"By the way, Mr. Deer Antlers, you received my radio distress call. Why are there only four of you? If it weren't for Lord Slanted Eyes being one of our own, wouldn't we have been wiped out here?"
The goblin turned around and began to berate the tauren druid, clearly trying to put pressure on him.
This tauren druid, whose affiliation was unclear and whose identity was unusual, seemed unconcerned by Kaz's insults. Instead, he simply listened quietly without offering any explanation.
Kaz is getting too big for his britches and lying through his teeth.
It was clearly an official project he organized during the truce between the Horde and the Alliance, which was held in the underground city. It was a joint expedition team formed by semi-neutral and purely neutral environmental organizations such as the Earth Ring and the Cenarion Council, with the so-called topics of saving Kalimdor's ecological degradation, environmental protection, resource exploration, and ecological research.
It not only invited night elf druids and the Night Sentinel Guard, but also shamans, druids and orc peons from Thunder Bluff and Orgrimmar.
Meanwhile, the Goblin Traders coordinated the exploration, inviting many explorers and archaeologists to join in. The Dwarven Adventurers' Guild, Thorium Brotherhood, Dark Iron Brotherhood, and Blackwater Clique also sent their members, hoping to get a share of the spoils.
The Goblin Craftsmen's Guild is famous for gathering many so-called neutral and lawless professionals from various races.
Pioneer Ventures, having long explored and investigated the Storm Altar treasure for years, was naturally unwilling to let the Horde and Alliance snatch it away before they could...
"Radio...what is radio?"
When the goblin heard Lorraine muttering about what a radio was, it was both alarmed and embarrassed. It pulled out a crude transmitter with an antenna from behind its rear end and hurriedly explained that it was a communication device sent by the rescue team to avoid losing contact in the secret realm, and it was an emergency measure.
He didn't intend to escape, or even to fight back; at least, that's what he claimed...
“That’s right. Mr. Kaz arrived at the troll village ahead of us with heavy weapons, violating the initial agreement. We had no obligation to rescue him. But it seems a serious conflict has occurred here. I think Mr. Kaz needs to explain to the expedition team. The main force is still in the underground city organizing supplies. If we hadn’t scouted the situation beforehand, we probably wouldn’t have received your distress signal…”
The goblin Kaz blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Antlers, but this is a misunderstanding! It really is a misunderstanding. I have already paid the price, and I am willing to make amends for my recklessness."
"It will definitely satisfy Lord Evil Eye!"
"must..."
The goblin had sweat on its forehead; it sensed something was off.
The Tauren Druid remained silent, simply watching the two fallen Elf Druids.
"The current problem is how to explain the passing of a Cenarion Circle Watcher? Barbaras & Slant-Eye, we need to discuss this... I have something to tell you privately... Please come over here."
The seemingly harmless minotaur suddenly changed in front of outsiders. Lorraine followed the minotaur to the side and whispered something to him.
The goblin Kaz craned its neck, trying to catch some information, but heard nothing. It remained somewhat worried; it had a premonition that if it couldn't satisfy Lorraine, it might be silenced...
Fortunately, it still has a trump card!
If the other party makes a move, then don't blame it for fighting to the death... It pondered and reached for its last resort, an inconspicuous portable backpack.
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Mr. Old Ox Antlers brought up Venerable White Ox, and Lorraine relaxed his guard somewhat. The other party knew Lorraine's secret and mentioned his name in a single sentence. Lorraine, on the contrary, felt somewhat uneasy and awkward.
The most embarrassing thing was that he thought he was well covered up and escaped from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor, but no one knew his whereabouts.
Before leaving, Mingming didn't even go back to Undercity.
He had only greeted the air force commander who was guarding the graveyard, but he never expected that his whereabouts seemed to have been under the man's watchful eye the whole time.
Old Bull Antlers also called himself the Venerable Red Mist. Lorin wasn't sure where Red Cloud Terrace was, but it seemed to be a sacred place for the Minotaur.
Tauren druids hold a revered position, and the White Bull Venerable instructed Lorraine to visit the Forgotten Pools in Thunder Bluff. The Forgotten Pools not only house a group of royal apothecaries from Undercity, but also many spies of the Forsaken.
Even Yurev's wife, whom he hadn't seen for many years and who had been resurrected as a Forsaken, was working in the Pool of Oblivion. Lorraine also had a mission to retrieve experimental data from Kalimdor. Although this was a mission secretly instructed and threatened by the High Apothecary, Lorraine was still apprehensive.
After hearing more information from the old ox and antler, he realized that the underground city had already attracted the attention of both the Horde and the Alliance...