World of Warcraft Murloc City Guide

The Orcs of the Horde want to mediate conflicts and resolve disputes in the Backwater Oasis. Slark went to the Taurajo camp on behalf of Ratchet to attend discussions.

In the big tent of the Taurajo camp, the female orc Blackthorn summoned a ghost wolf to attack Slak. His original intention was to give Slak some color.

Seeing that Slak had no intention of dodge, Blackthorn remembered that he had important matters to discuss later. She hurriedly gave the ghost wolf new instructions to prevent the ghost wolf from snapping Slark's neck and killing him.

But showing off one's power is still necessary.

The two ghost wolves changed their attack positions. They attacked from the left and right, biting one of Slak's legs respectively.

The ghost wolf bit Slak's leg and began to tear it apart, dragging Slak down with huge force.

The sharp teeth tore apart the fish-man's scales and flesh, and the flowing blood instantly dyed the patterned blanket a bright red.

"Murloc, if you beg for mercy, I will let you go." Black Thorn said.

The severe pain made Slack almost faint, but he never made a sound for mercy.

Silk gritted his teeth and endured the pain, swallowing even his screams alive.

Blackthorn didn't expect Slark, a fish-man, to be so tolerant. She just wanted to give Slark a blow, and didn't want to kill the fishman.

But Heiji was embarrassed and unwilling to admit it, so he couldn't step down for a while and was extremely confused.

At this time, the tauren Jon spoke: "This is not the way we treat guests at Taurajo camp. Let the ghost wolf stop."

"Your fortune is good, fish-man." Blackthorn took this opportunity to accept the ghost wolf.

At this time, Slak had been bitten to pieces and was lying on the ground dying. Even so, he did not say a word.

No one expected that Silk, a fish-man, would not give in when faced with such a situation.

The old orc sitting on the blanket glared at Black Thorn angrily and said in a low voice: "Look at the good things you have done. Why don't you treat the fishman quickly?"

Although Blackthorn was unwilling, she did not dare to disobey the old orc's order, so she had to use her shaman skills to treat Slak.

The level 7 shaman's healing technique was extremely effective, and Slark's injuries quickly stabilized.

After a long time, Slack finally recovered a little.

The old orc spoke slowly to Slark: "I am Eitrigg, and I am now the War Chief's war advisor."

Upon hearing this, Slack stayed on the spot in shock.

Even if he only pays attention to the news of the tribe occasionally, Slark, the famous name of the orc Eitrigg, still knows it.

This old orc who looks unremarkable, with white beard and hair, turns out to be Eitrigg, a heroic orc.

But just now Slark actually clamored to be on an equal footing with this hero-level orc.

In Slark's shock, the old orc Eitrigg continued: "The three parties of ours had already discussed it before you came. The oil in the backwater oasis is mined by the Hotsand Group, and neither the tauren nor the murlocs are allowed to interfere."

Makaba Flathoof, who was standing behind Jon, nodded repeatedly.

Slack didn't have any objection, this was Ratchet Town's plan.

"Next, the tribe will have a new action, which requires the requisition of the Murloc Village in the backwater oasis." Eitrigg paused as he spoke and looked at Slark with an unquestionable look, "Do you agree, Murloc Slark? ”

Slack's head buzzed, as if it was going to explode.

It turns out that this is the purpose of the orcs!

The tribe wanted to commandeer the backwater village, which was why the orcs asked Ratchet to send murlocs here.

If Backwater Village is expropriated by the tribe, when will it be returned to Ratchet Town?

Maybe I'll never come back.

Facing the pressure of Eitrigg, a hero-level orc, Slark felt his injured hands and feet shaking more and more.

Slack knew that no matter what, he would never agree to this.

He swallowed hard and then said resolutely: "I disagree."

The atmosphere in the big tent condensed instantly, leaving only the crackling sound of the bonfire burning.

Everyone present had different expressions.

Tauren Jon was stunned. He didn't expect that the fishman would dare to object after knowing Eitrigg's identity.

Makaba Flathoof was startled. He looked at Slark as if he were a dead fish.

Kaya Flathoof hid behind and smiled quietly without anyone noticing, as if she found this fishman very interesting.

Blackthorn and Legotha ​​stared at Slark with angry eyes, as if they might spit out flames at any time.

There was no emotion on Eitrigg's face. He was not angry because of Slak's objection and continued to say in a calm tone: "Slak, you are not afraid of the bite of the ghost wolf. I can confirm that you are The toughest fish-man I have ever seen in my life.”

Eitrigg paused again as he spoke, and it was obvious that his appreciation for Slark came from the bottom of his heart. "But although you have a strong will, your strength is still very weak. If you are willing, I will introduce you to a mentor. You may become one of the most powerful fishmen in Kalimdor in the future."

Slark opened his fish-man eyes wide, the promise of the orc hero was very tempting. His head was pounding and he was stunned, and he could even hear the thumping sound of his heart beating violently.

Facing the temptation, Slark slapped his murloc head hard to wake himself up.

Amid everyone's astonishment, Slack shook his head: "I disagree."

This time, it was the others in the big tent who were surprised.

That a fishman could be appreciated by the orc hero Eitrigg was a strange story that would shock everyone. What's more, with his respected status as Eitrigg's chief advisor, the promise he made was worth a thousand dollars.

What they didn't expect was that the fishman Slark actually refused the big pie that fell from the sky and hit him on the head.

Eitrigg was also surprised to see Slak shaking his head, and at the same time, the admiration for Slak in his eyes became even stronger.

"Slark, you are an interesting murloc." Eitrigg said with emphasis, "But you have to know that you cannot disobey the will of the tribe."

Everyone looked at Slark, knowing that this was Eitrigg's ultimatum to the murloc.

Especially the orcs Blackthorn and Legotha, they looked at Slark with increasingly unfriendly eyes. As if to warn Slark that if he dares to oppose the orc hero Eitrigg again, the wrath of the orcs will be vented on him again.

Faced with such tremendous pressure, Slack lowered his head.

Slark knew the power gap between the Horde and Ratchet Town, and he also knew that no matter how hard he insisted on disagreeing, Eitrigg would not be able to change his mind in the end.

Knowing that objections were useless, Slack still managed to raise his head and insisted: "I disagree."

The next moment, the fury of the orcs instantly surrounded Slark.

Blackthorn summoned the ghost wolf again, and even Legosa couldn't help but raise his spear.

"Murloc, do you only say 'disagree'?" Black Thorn growled harshly.

Facing the orc's wrath, Slark closed his eyes, all he could do was bear it.

The orc was about to vent his anger, when Kaya, who had been silent, spoke up. "Bullying a fishman, is this the honor that orcs insist on?"

Orcs regard glory as their life.

Faced with Kaya's questioning, Blackthorn and Legosa, who were about to teach the fishman a lesson, froze.

Makaba was so frightened by his daughter's words that Kaya's words simply made her angry. He hurriedly grabbed Kaya's hand to stop her from continuing to mess around.

In this tense atmosphere, Eitrigg waved his hand and asked Blackthorn and Legosa to return to their original positions.

"The glory of the orcs is above all else, there is no doubt about it!" Eitrigg first sternly refuted Kaya and told her to shut her mouth obediently. Then he faced Slark and said: "Slark, the fish man, I admire you very much, and I will give you a chance to think about it again."

"Dear Chief Advisor, I am very grateful for your appreciation of me. However, I am very disappointed! I am very angry!" Slark glanced at the orcs present with anger. This was the first time since he entered the big tent. Dare to look them in the eye. "I want to ask, who can accept such a request?"

"You say that the glory of the orcs is above all else. Today I want to tell you that the fishmen also have a glory that they want to hold on to."

"So, I disagree."

Slack's words were not loud, but every word was ringing.

The old orc Eitrigg was somewhat moved after hearing Slark's words.

"Hahaha." Black Thorn laughed. "It's so ridiculous. A fish-man is talking about glory without shame. This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. The fish-men are a brutal, cruel and stupid race. Whether it's the history of the fish-men or the current situation of the fish-men, There is no honor in what you do. So you, a fish-man, are not worthy of talking about glory. This is blasphemy."

Blackthorn's words made Slark very angry, but he was unable to refute.

The fishmen do not have a glorious history, and the things they do are not commendable.

Eitrigg stopped Blackthorn with his eyes and said: "Once upon a time, I once heard this sentence from a human - race does not represent glory."

Eitrigg then looked at Slark, and he said in a serious tone: "Slark, the fishman, I have felt the glory you insist on. However, I have just told you, you cannot disobey the will of the tribe."

"I, I have no other choice?" Slack said painfully.

"There is no choice," Eitrigg said.

Slack lowered his head, knowing there was nothing he could do. "I want to think about it alone, you go out first."

Everyone thought that Slark had given up resistance. After all, he, a murloc, was facing Eitrigg, a heroic orc and advisor to the chief of the tribe. It's impressive that Slack can persist until now.

Eitrigg was satisfied with Slark's performance, and he took the lead out of the big tent.

Others followed.

It was quiet in the big tent, and only Slack was left alone.

"I promised the lord that I would not embarrass Ratchet Town. This is the honor I want to uphold, and it is not ridiculous at all."

Slack took out a bottle of [Fire Oil], pulled out the cork, poured the red liquid on the blanket, and finally threw the bottle into the burning bonfire.

Eitrigg and the others had just walked out of the big tent, and were waiting for the fishman Slark to come over and reply after he "figured it out."

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sound of wind behind them, and the big tent burst into flames.

"Damn it!" Eitrigg said angrily.

From the beginning to the moment he walked out of the big tent, the old orc Eitrigg had always maintained a peaceful mind and plenty of patience.

Eitrigg finally got through and got angry.