"What do you mean by that?" Beiqing's pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes wide with anger. "You're being incredibly disrespectful! Let me tell you the truth, I have countless sisters, and Cordana, the Watchers of Starfall Outpost, is my good friend. Archmage Khadgar has to give me face."
Romuul ignored him and continued repairing the protective crystal.
"Great Goddess Elune, please forgive your people, may your glory forever be with us... Malfurion, today I'm going to kill this bastard! Don't think the Draenei guards of Embaari Village are so powerful, I can wipe them all out in a minute! Vanessa, don't stop me, no matter what, I'm going to get my revenge."
Vanessa, standing fifty yards away, innocently shrugged.
"Who dares to cause trouble in Embaari Village?" With a crisp shout, a bright hoof flew through the air.
Beiqing twisted her body, then ducked her head, and miraculously dodged it.
This was the first time Robbie had ever seen someone dodge the Hoof of Justice with such agility. Normally, the Punishing Hoof was magic and should be impossible to dodge.
The newcomer was Yrel, wielding the Hammer of the Naaru in one hand and a shield in the other. He was surprised to see his signature Hoof of Justice the Hoof, dodged. A pair of golden wings appeared on his back, and he launched a Gale and relentless attack.
Beiqing probably knew her weakness, so she only defended and didn't attack. She jumped around and managed to dodge all the attacks.
"What an amazing big-eared Elf!" Yrel exclaimed in surprise and stopped what she was doing.
"You little hussy Draenei, even if I give you a handicap, you can't touch me." As expected of a defensive warrior, Beiqing's taunts are absolutely top-notch.
These two have actually started fighting, which is not good. Vanessa secretly gave Robbie a look, meaning that he should find a way to resolve this.
Robbie sighed, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, please stop."
Beiqing showed no intention of making a move, but her mouth didn't stop, unleashing her full sarcasm:
"Yrel, I know you. The Prophet Velen took you as his apprentice. I'd like to see what real skills you've learned."
Yrel is enraged. She slung her shield behind her back and gripped the Hammer of the Naaru tightly in both hands—a sign that she's about to unleash her ultimate attack.
Beiqing wouldn't attack first; resolving the conflict between the two mainly depended on Yrel. Robbie's eyes darted around:
"Yrel, the weather's nice today. What brings you here to play?"
"What do you mean 'play'? I skin people alive here every day!" Yrel glared at Robbie. "This is my livelihood. Whoever cuts off my livelihood, I'll cut off their hands and feet."
Seeing the dead wolves all over the ground, Robbie finally understood: this little vixen had come specifically to skin the wolves.
"Hey, if you don't skin it soon, it'll rot and won't fetch a good price."
"Oh no, will it rot?" Yrel didn't care about anything else, quickly put away the Hammer of the Naaru, squatted down and carefully skinned it.
Robbie breathed a sigh of relief at the little money-grubber, while Sori Beast Tamer, quickly gave him a look, preventing Beiqing from speaking.
"A Primal Spirit, not bad luck, the price has gone up recently." Yrel smiled broadly as she put away the Primal Spirit, completely forgetting the unpleasant incident that had just occurred.
Unable to subdue the technician Romuul, Beiqing sighed and said to Vanessa:
"I'm not feeling well today, why don't you give it a try?"
Vanessa scratched her head in confusion. "My method of recruiting followers is a bit different."
"Great! I'd love to see it for myself." Beiqing expressed great interest.
Vanessa pulled out a red silk mask, put it on, and walked up to the technician Romuul. An aura of authority instantly enveloped the room, her tone as cold as ice:
"Listen carefully, you have three choices: first, hang yourself on the hillside; second, become food for my pets; third, serve me for free. You have ten seconds to consider. Ten, nine, three, two, one... very well, you're done."
Vanessa's frail body exuded a chilling aura. Robin clearly felt the biting wind as if he were in the dead of winter. Looking at Sori the Beastmaster and Yuri the Druid beside him, their faces were frighteningly pale, as if they were about to be frozen.
"That's it!" Vanessa said, turning to Beiqing.
"Such a powerful aura, simply incredible, so majestic." Beiqing snapped out of her astonishment.
Robbie had already experienced it firsthand; Vanessa's aura was incredibly powerful when she got serious, befitting her status as the leader of the Brotherhood and the intimidating Queen of Thieves.
Romuul was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground convulsing; it was likely a heart attack.
The only one unaffected was Yrel, who was still happily stroking the wolf skin, humming an unknown lullaby. This little hoof wagged its tail and smiled; its future achievements were sure to be extraordinary.
It took the technician Romuul a long time to wake up. Although he was terrified, he still refused to become Follower.
Beiqing felt somewhat at ease. She made an appointment with Vanessa to visit each other and borrow some nice clothes. She then left with two attendants.
Vanessa whispered to Robbie, "Strange, has my authority diminished?"
"No, Commander, you did a fantastic job, I'm freezing!"
"That doesn't make sense. Why won't this Draenei become my follower?"
Vanessa frowned slightly. "I found it strange when I saw that Beiqing couldn't subdue him. With Beiqing's reputation and talent, she was bound to shine in Draenor. The only thing she lacked was experience, so there was no reason for her to be rejected. I couldn't help but try, but I couldn't subdue her either."
Robbie couldn't figure out the reason either, and his gaze fell on Yrel, perhaps that little rascal knew something.
"Wouldn't you like to have ten times the harvest of wolf pelts today?"
Yrel's eyes lit up. "You have a way?"
"There is a way, but you have to tell me why you're focusing on this place every day."
"Didn't I tell you? Skin the wolf!" Yrel mumbled.
"Yrel, you probably don't know this, but Draenei have a characteristic: when they lie, the tip of their tail wags unconsciously."
This is of course completely fabricated and baseless; Robbie was actually bluffing Yrel.
"Did my tail move just now?" Yrel asked guiltily, glancing back at him.
"It moved, and the movement was very obvious."
Yrel shrugged. "Okay, to be honest, the Prophet saw right through you as a fake."
Robbie was taken aback, but upon reflection, it made sense. How could two young people like Robbie and Yrel possibly fool the experienced Prophet Velen?
It was probably seen through at a glance.
Yrel added, "According to the prophecy, only the fiftieth person of the Dark Portal can save the Draenei, and the Prophet still refuses to give up." Then, pointing to the engineer Romuul, "He has sworn an oath to the Naaru, to follow only the fiftieth person of the Dark Portal."
"Then you should tell me how to get ten times the amount of wolf pelts." Yrel's eyes sparkled with excitement.