With Tarecgosa
Faced with Zul'ra's pressure, Brann stammered for a moment, but under Zul'ra insistence, he gritted his teeth and swore that even if the Alliance didn't repay the money, Ironforge would definitely do so. ♠♟ 🍩😂
Zul'ra trusted Brann's oath to some extent. Ironforge was one of the wealthiest powers on the continent, as he had witnessed. Moreover, the deposit paid by the Alliance was already enough to cover most of the bill, but he wanted as much as possible.
The conversation veered to the Alliance's order accounts, Bolvar and Brann were so frightened that they stammered. The original problem of the Dwarves ' lack of Incendiary Bomb was temporarily forgotten. Brann didn't bring it up again, and Zul'ra didn't ask again either. He thought that the Dwarves probably didn't lack such ammunition at all, and their real purpose was just to explore the Horde's factory.
The composition of the coalition forces meant they would be rife with intrigue and backstabbing. The Alliance wanted to explore the Horde ' factories, and Zul'ra, of course, also wanted to gain something from the Alliance. He had already sent people to explore the Dwarves ' artillery technology.
Since everyone was splitting the stakes, Zul'ra didn't mind. After exchanging a few words with the two Alliance members, she took Tarecgosa temporarily, while Bolvar had his lieutenant arrange accommodations for the two.
The Horde's army has now all gone to the front lines, so the Gadgetzan camp is full of the Alliance soldiers. Bolvar's lieutenant arranged a tent for Zul'ra and Tarecgosa.
"I don't like it here?" After Bolvar's lieutenant left, Tarecgosa's obedient demeanor vanished instantly. All along the way, she had been stared at by passing humans, and those looks, as if she were a traitor, made her extremely uncomfortable.
"But there's nothing we can do now. I have to wait for the Darnassus advisors to come. Why don't you go to Silithus first?" Zul'ra said somewhat awkwardly. Tarecgosa was taking the blame for the Quel'dorei and Sin'dorei.
"I don't know the way, and besides, I feel like I'm still with you. I've heard Silithus is dangerous!" Upon hearing this, Tarecgosa immediately shook her head, her eyes darting around. Opportunities to be alone with Zul'ra like this were rare.
"How about I become Trolls?" Tarecgosa suddenly suggested to Zul'ra. She could vaguely sense the strange looks around them. Since her Elves identity was attracting attention, she might as well become a Trolls, which would be a better match for Zul'ra.
"No." Zul'ra instinctively refused Tarecgosa's idea.
"Why?" Tarecgosa looked at Zul'ra, who had rejected her instantly, and understood somewhat, but was still a little confused.
"You don't like female Trolls?"
"Ahem, no, well, I wouldn't say I dislike them. My aesthetic sense is a bit different from my people's. I prefer people like you and Anveena." Zul'ra subconsciously wanted to refute again, thinking that she wasn't someone who judged people by their appearance, but then she thought about it! She had indeed judged people by their appearance, but she still had to cover it up a bit.
"Really? I like you too." Tarecgosa's eyes lit up with surprise as she listened to Zul'ra's words, revealing that they were kindred spirits.
"Of course, you like me like this. What am I like?" Zul'ra looked at the delighted Tarecgosa and nodded quickly, but at the same time asked casually, he wasn't sure what Tarecgosa meant. Even among mortal races, there are differences in the aesthetic concepts of love, let alone among dragons.
"Somewhat unique." Tarecgosa Zul'ra up and down, finally fixing her gaze on his face. He had thick sideburns and eyebrows, deep-set eyes and a hooked nose, with sharp teeth protruding from the corners of his mouth. His bright green eyes lacked the inexplicable gloom of other Trolls. Although he was somewhat reserved, he did not inspire repulsion or dislike.
"What's so special about me?" Zul'ra looked at Tarecgosa staring at her, touched her face with both hands, and then looked down at her own fingers.
"No, not that, it's a feeling, a special feeling." Tarecgosa stepped forward and pressed down Zul'ra's half-raised hands, then stood on tiptoe, stretched out her arms, and used her hands to stroke Zul'ra's rather sculpted face.
"What does it feel like?" Zul'ra lowered her head slightly, feeling Tarecgosa's soft, fragrant hands caressing her face, and asked with a hint of amusement.
"It's very special, that's the feeling, you should have it too." Seeing Zul'ra bowing her head to cooperate, Tarecgosa smiled and waved her arms, using exaggerated gestures to describe it, and then asked Zul'ra if she had anything similar.
"Yes, I do, but I can't say it." Zul'ra felt the remaining sensation on her face, looked at Tarecgosa was describing it with exaggerated movements, and made a choice in an instant. Special feeling, huh? Yes, I do.
"Yes, that's right." Tarecgosa repeatedly, making Zul'ra unable to help but lower her head and laugh. This Blue Dragonflight girl was kind of adorably silly.
"What are you laughing at?" Tarecgosa, somewhat puzzled, as she saw Zul'ra laughing with her head down.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to laugh. Speaking of which, thank you for bringing me so many canned fruits this time." Zul'ra changed the subject. She had been in such a hurry to come that she had to say goodbye to Anveena and hadn't had a chance to thank her.
"It was such a hassle to pack this stuff; it took me days to finally set off." As Zul'ra thanked her, Tarecgosa, seemingly remembering something.
"But I'm finally here. I originally brought Anveena here so you could fulfill the promise you made back in Battleaxe Ridge, but I didn't expect to encounter war, a war among mortals. Can't we just ignore it?" Tarecgosa recalled how Zul'ra had promised to take her and Anveena on a vacation in Kalimdor back in Battleaxe Ridge.
"This is really unfortunate," Zul'ra said with a hint of apology.
"It's alright, once the war is over, we can..." Tarecgosa began nonchalantly, but was interrupted by Zul'ra before she could finish.
"Stop, it's best not to say that." Zul'ra stopped her immediately upon hearing Tarecgosa's words, and then spoke up under her questioning gaze.
"Those who say 'After you've done this, go do that next' often don't live to fulfill their promises."
"Where did you hear that from?" Tarecgosa initially thought that Zul'ra had forgotten his promise or didn't want to keep it, but it turned out that he actually believed such superstitions.
"That's how it's always like that in novels!" Zul'ra said, extending his right hand slightly. You can't blame him for being superstitious; it's just that this opponent was too fierce.
"You read novels?" Tarecgosa, slightly surprised and amused.
"Little by little, you must stick close to me on the battlefield this time. I will protect you." Zul'ra chuckled, while feigning concern and giving her instructions, and Tarecgosa nodded repeatedly.