37. Although There Won't Be a Loving Father and Filial Daughter This Time, This Daelin Really Is Too Pathetic

Lin is really too bad

"Hey, human king, has this Chieftain helped you a lot this time?"

Hogger, protected by two huge Black Wolf, sat swaggering on a chair in the temporary camp, chatting and laughing with King Llane. Facing its inquiry, the human king curled his lips, but still nodded and said:

"Hogger Chieftain took in and helped the queen and princess of Kul Tiras. This is of great significance to mankind. You did make a noble and honorable move. I am deeply grateful for this."

"But gratitude requires actual actions, and nice words are not gratitude."

Hogger gritted his teeth and said:

"The good boys of this Chieftain will be fending off those damn Dragonborns on the coast. There are also dangerous spellcasters among them. If there is a fight, this Chieftain's Horde will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

But although I, Uncle Hogger, have no interest in power, I just want to be a happy and free Gnoll, but Black Wolf God's will is suppressing it, making me unhappy.

So, King Llane, let's talk about something practical, shall we?"

Llane did not answer, but looked at the unique Gnoll in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

This guy keeps his mane very clean, and even his tail is carefully taken care of. He doesn't have any strange smell, and he doesn't have the unhygienic habits of others Gnoll.

It even knew how to carve some mottos praising Black Wolf God on its clan armor. Although the carvings were twisted and twisted, like a child's graffiti, the carvings of these mottos still gave the armor some magical uses in terms of belief.

This is obviously inspired by the Faith Armor of Human Paladin.

Hogger's eyes are very smart. Although the pupils like those of wild animals are unsettling, there is indeed "wisdom" in this guy's eyes.

If we encountered such a guy during the previous Gnoll wars, Llane would definitely have a headache, and would try his best to get rid of this dangerous Gnoll Chieftain, but the situation is different now.

Lothar is fighting on the front line and trying his best to calm Northern Borderlands, so there must be no trouble in the rear.

Therefore, Llane asked:

"So, what kind of reward does Hogger Chieftain want?"

"Hey, you are going to dispatch Redridge Mountains's border guards to help us defeat those Dragonborn who show off their power."

Hogger popped out a claw and said:

"The Gnoll under my command are just large in number, and I am not afraid of you knowing that their military training has not been completed yet, so they cannot fight a tough battle at all. They can only rely on the dog Rend and the violent Orcs under his command to support the scene.

But Rend still has to guard Blackrock Spire, which is also an important territory for us. His Orcs cannot be damaged too much.

Those Lordaeron people are coming for you, and you must send out Warrior to resist them.

As for me, I don't want much.

The seven ships on the coast are mine!"

"What do you want the battleship for? Is it for attacking Stormwind?"

Llane immediately retorted:

"With all due respect, even if I give you those warships, Black Morass will not have a dock to dock at. The maintenance of warships is very cumbersome, and you will only waste a good thing."

"You don't care how we use it! Black Morass doesn't have a port, and Booty Bay and Stranglethorn Vale don't have one yet?"

Hogger bared his teeth and said with a fierce look:

"I want a boat! How can I cross the sea to Dragon Isles without a boat?"

Stop talking nonsense!

Those seven ships and the cannons on them belong to me, and the rest is yours!

How about I withdraw my son-in-law now and let Dragonborn wipe out all your sentry posts at Lightforged Hills and Warrior?

Hum!

You don't have an organized army here yet."

"You can try, Gnoll!"

Captain Kishaen touched Dwarven Firearm on his waist and said coldly.

Black Wolf next to Hogger also stood up with a grin on his face. Seeing that the negotiation was about to break down, Hogger suddenly changed the subject and said:

"But, what you said makes sense. Seven battleships are indeed too many. I don't have that many men under my command to take care of them. So, so be it.

We want three ships, and the remaining four ships will be given to you, but they must be converted into food!

Sigh, Gnoll's huge appetite is really a headache. Uncle Hogger, I am sitting on the crater right now. If I can't feed these bastards in one day, they will cause trouble.

I plan to consume their energy, so I will take them to Stranglethorn Vale "hunting" next."

"Hunting?"

King Llane was a little confused about Gnoll's overactive brain circuit, he said:

"You want to go to war with Trolls of Stranglethorn Vale? Aren't you afraid that Trolls of the Gurubashi Kingdom will come out in force?"

"Is this uncle afraid of them? Ridiculous!"

Hogger laughed and said:

"You still don't know, right? The human king who has no information, Gurubashi Trolls, has been "expelled" from Zandalari Troll!

The noble Golden King will send an army to conquer their rebellion, and Loa God brings enlightenment in the dream. My Horde and I will participate in the war as "mercenaries" in order to exchange for a reward from the rich Golden King.

From now on, I can successfully hold Troll Empire's lap, and I won't have to worry about eating or drinking.

Otherwise, why do you think I need a battleship?

Don't worry, I suffered a defeat in Elwynn Forest, and I have no interest in hard-nosed humans, so it's agreed? The battleships will be exchanged for food."

King Llane really didn't know that Zandalari Troll was going to take action against Gurubashi Trolls.

But now that he knew it, his mind became more active.

After thinking for a moment, he asked Kishaen to fetch Stranglethorn Vale's military map and whispered to Hogger:

"Do you still want the territory you acquired when Stranglethorn Vale killed Trolls? If you want to do business, we can actually negotiate a real "big business."

You can be your Golden King mercenary, and you can also sell us the land in the north of Stranglethorn Vale.

I don't want much. The land north of this line belongs to us.

Trolls and Stormwind also have a grudge, so I have to prepare in advance.

You don't have to think about diplomatic matters. I will send people to discuss the ownership of these territories with Golden King. You just need to conquer them.

Although Westfall was devastated by Green Skins, this year's harvest is okay, and I can even sign a long-term food supply contract with you. If the situation is unfavorable when you fight Stranglethorn Vale, Kurzen Brigade there can even provide you with some limited help."

This time it was Hogger's turn to hesitate.

Gnoll Great Chieftain thought for a while and said:

"Although your conditions are generous, I always feel that you have evil intentions, so I have to discuss it with the dog Rend, and then ask our think tank for advice. Why are you looking at me with that strange look?

I am a Chieftain after all. Isn't it normal to have a think tank? You don't really think of me as a barbarian, do you?

Llane Your Majesty, this is a bit disrespectful."

While Llane and Hogger were battling wits and courage, on the other side of the camp, Diakum completed the treatment for the injured Queen Katherine, and also dispelled the remaining void toxin in her body.

This queen is really strong.

She was stabbed with a dagger containing void poison, but the double pain that affected her body and mind at the same time did not defeat her, and allowed her to persist until now.

If it hadn't been for Diakum the Saint, it would have been really difficult for other Priest to dispel this supernatural toxin in a short period of time, which would have meant that the queen would have suffered more.

After using spiritual comfort to make the tired queen fall into a deep sleep, Dick gave her a blessing of restorative energy, and then stood up under the grateful gaze of His Excellency Cyrus.

He sat on the stone next to him, looked at Jaina who looked worried, and asked:

"How did you and your mother come to Black Morass? What happened to her injury?"

"It was her best friend Backstab who killed her."

Jaina sighed sadly and said:

"At the banquet held by Proudmoore Fortress, Countess Ashvane and other noble ladies pretended to persuade her to drink. When her mother was unprepared, the vicious woman with a ferocious face suddenly attacked her with a dagger.

If it hadn't been for the rescue efforts of Your Excellency Cyrus and other guards, my mother and I would not have been able to escape from the fortress.

Ashvane Family and Stormsong Family launched a rebellion, and Proudmoore family suffered heavy casualties because of Hai Xian. I used Teleportation Spell to escape from the city with my mother and some loyal guards.

We witnessed with our own eyes the chaotic scene of pirates hired by the Ashvane Family entering the port from the open sea to attack the city. It is said that Ashvane Family ceded an island off the coast of Tiragard to them in exchange for the pirates' support.

That crazy woman even secretly opened Tol Dagor's cage and released the most dangerous prisoners in the entire human world as slaves.

Now Tiragarde Sound has no safe place. We first escaped to Norwington Estate. Sir Norvington is loyal and took us in, but my mother needed treatment, so I took the risk and used a super long-distance Teleportation Spell.

I wanted to teleport directly to Stormwind, but the transmission was interfered by Hae Hyun.

We fell into the muddy water of Black Morass in embarrassment, and were discovered by Gnoll of Hogger Chieftain.

It was specially made to wait for us there."

"Huh?"

Diakum said doubtfully:

"Specially waiting for you? So, Hogger knows that you will fall into Black Morass? Who told it?"

"It doesn't want to say, but I guess it's a certain Loa God."

Jaina whispered:

"That Hogger Chieftain is really "superstitious". It fills its residence with all the statues of Loa God gods it knows. The beliefs of the Gnolls under it are also very confusing. Although they are generally believers of Black Wolf God, they will also believe in some other Loa to gain power.

Black Wolf God just let it go, it's just weird.

Oh, and my brother"

The girl Jaina rubbed her eyebrows with some annoyance. Looking at the super powerful alien Saint in front of her, she whispered:

"I can feel a force clinging to my spirit. It doesn't attack me, it just forces me to forget everything related to Tandred, as if it wants to completely erase my poor brother from this world.

Now I'm starting to wonder if it was my imagination. Maybe I never had a brother named "Tandred", and he was just a child!

I don't understand, what does Void want him to do?"

"Maybe it's because Proudmoore family is born with a close connection with the ocean?"

Diakum stretched out his finger, pointed at the center of Jaina's eyebrows, and used Heart Power to mobilize to help her dispel that unique mental interference. He said:

"Considering what happened to your father on South Seas, we must conclude that everything done to your family is part of a vicious plan.

In fact, judging from the influence of Proudmoore family in Kul Tiras, as long as your family still has a successor, it will be difficult for other families to stabilize the overall situation in a short period of time, especially your father's super control over Kul Tiran Navy.

This is a very difficult question for any ambitious person who wants to rebel.

That's all for you and your mother, you are just a weak claim to the throne, but your father, brother and brother are threats that must be eliminated."

"This"

Jaina's face turned pale for an instant.

she begged:

"Then can you"

"Of course, I am willing to fight against all the evil forces of the void, even if I am one of them, but even if we both walk in the dark night, we still have different understandings of darkness.

As we all know, heretics are always more hateful than heretics."

Dick smiled and said to Jaina:

"Don't worry about your mother, she will be safe in Northshire Abbey. Maybe you should go to Northern Borderlands yourself and protect him on Prince Derek's ship. He doesn't know where the danger comes from yet.

After hearing about what happened to King Daelin, I estimate that Prince Derek will definitely be furious and want to go back to quell the rebellion, but you have to persuade him.

This is very important, don't let him go back and die!"

Vigilant warned:

"Kul Tiras's hidden dangers have been buried since the founding of your country. When the first pioneers accepted the "gift" of the ocean, you were destined to be entangled with the monsters in the ocean.

I think Nether-Stalker must have seen this before teaching you the spells to resist void interference.

Let's go to Northern Borderlands first.

Assist Marshal Lothar in completing the conquest of the Lordaeron Dragonborn Empire, and then the entire human world will unite around you to solve the trouble for Kul Tiras.

Don't worry, I'll go with you. Those shadows hidden under the waves are a little too presumptuous.

It disturbed Vigilant, and you have to pay the price for it."

"But my father"

Jaina was inspired to have the courage to protect her brother, but before setting off, the girl couldn't help but ask:

"Can my father withstand the evil that comes from beneath the sea?"

"I don't know."

Dick replied:

"But I guess, as long as you don't interfere in your father's fate, there is probably nothing in this world that can defeat a person as determined as Daelin. For King Daelin, you, the little girl, is his biggest "nemesis"."

"???"

"Horse-riding! Dog thing"

On the wild and primitive swamp coast, a miserable and depressed middle-aged sailor climbed onto the beach with difficulty, holding the delicious tail of a dead lobster man in his hand.

It looked like the uniform of a tough sailor who had survived a storm was in tatters, but he himself was in good spirits. He would grab the navy knife and look around vigilantly, while peeling off the carapace of the lobster man's tail, and stuffing the tender and juicy meat into his mouth.

He munched on the delicacies he had hunted and glanced at the broken hull floating on the undulating sea.

The sailor's mind was a little confused. He vaguely remembered that he encountered a terrible storm, and his ship seemed to have encountered a terrifying sea beast in the storm.

The loyal Warriors desperately threw him out before the monster dragged their warship into the sea. The broken sampan in front of them was the means of transportation for him to break through the storm and reach this strange place.

He didn't know how long he had been floating on the sea. He even forgot his identity and name. He only knew that Naga and Tidesages were his enemies!

And Undead

Yes!

The damn ghost ship also participated in the attack on itself.

Just when the sailor had eaten and drank enough and was lying on the beach to rest and recover, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the swamp behind him. He stood up vigilantly, pulled out the exquisite navy commander's sword at his waist, and pulled out the gorgeous golden repeating gun from his boots.

These two things prove that he is a guy of high status.

Ordinary sailors cannot afford these gadgets.

As he watched, the beating Spirit Fire emerged from the dim swamp, and there was also the unique muddy sound of the Undead creature stumbling in the muddy water.

A group of Quilboar Undead appeared in the eyes of the sailor.

The leader was a tough-looking guy, carrying an old Battle Standard on his back and holding a steel knife wrapped in thorns.

"Your Majesty needs you, noble general"

It whimpered and called in a cold voice, making the sailor who had lost his memory grit his teeth.

When facing danger, his first reaction is not to run away, but to rush forward and do it!

Although the memory was gone, the strong fighting power was still there. In the burst of anger, this guy rushed over and chopped down several Undead and then fought with the leader Undead Quilboar.

However, more Undead were awakened, and it seemed that there was a cemetery nearby.

The sailor realized that he should probably retreat temporarily, and just as he was about to retreat, the roar of birds of prey accompanied by flames falling from the sky ignited all the Undead around him.

The hot flames were beating and burning, causing the Undeads to scream and retreat.

The ferocious sailor used a firecracker to kill the ignited Undead Quilboar, and spat roughly at the corpse, then turned around and looked at the strange giant raven covered in wooden armor.

The guy circled and landed on the beach, transforming into a huge guy amid the green light.

"Hey! Why do you put a wolf's head on your head? This helmet of yours is so ugly."

The sailor sneered.

This made Rexxar look at him strangely, and he just did it casually to save the victim. Rexxar has been cleaning up these Undead near Dustwallow Marsh recently, but the situation is very difficult. The entire Razor Hill has almost become a "Undead paradise".

That was Quilboar's home, so naturally it's not a problem that Rexxar can solve alone.

He dropped a package of medicines and turned to leave, but was caught up and stopped by a sailor.

"You should at least tell me where this is, right?"

He asked painfully:

"There is something wrong with my brain. I have lost my memory. I have even forgotten my name, but I vaguely remember that I should have a son. He is fighting in a place called "Northern Borderlands". Can you help me go there?

I will definitely thank you very much."

"Northern Borderlands of the Eastern Continent?"

Rexxar sighed and said:

"That's another continent. It's impossible for me to fly you across the entire Endless Sea. You need at least a ship."

"Ship"

The sailor scratched his head, then looked towards the sea. After a moment, he pointed there and said:

"Isn't that a ship?"

"Huh?"

Rexxar turned around in surprise.

Sure enough, there was a black ship with a pirate flag on the sea approaching here. The amnesiac sailor said eagerly:

"I know how to sail a ship! Just grab the ship and let's set sail to Northern Borderlands. You look like a good fighter, so I'll hire you."

"No, I want to stay here to solve Quilboar Undead's problem."

Rexxar expressed rejection.

But the sailor said:

"How can you solve it alone? There are so many Undead in this swamp. You can't kill them all even if you are exhausted. You need a team! An army, do you understand?

My son must be a powerful man. I remember he had a fleet under his command.

Yes.

He must be a powerful sailor, and he is very filial. You and I can join him, and then I will ask him to bring the fleet to help!"

Rexxar thought about it and felt it made sense.

More importantly, he heard that Durotan Chieftain is now fighting in the Eastern Continent, and the ashes of Green Skins that he collected at Mount Hyjal must be returned at some time.

So, the silent and powerful Orcs hunter whistled to call his beast friends over. He said to the fierce-looking sailor next to him:

"You have to have a name, right?"

"Emmm"

The sailor scratched his head irritably and said:

"I don't want to think about it anymore, I have a headache! Those Quilboar just called me "admiral", you should call me that too.

Go!

Steal the pirate ship, recruit some powerful guys, and let's go to Northern Borderlands.

Don't delay.

I feel that something will happen if we delay any longer."