Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"You don't have to worry too much." The woman whispered, "If I had the slightest malice, those arrows would have gone into your heart." Fluent

orc language came out of her mouth, and Chromie's magical effects allowed Sylvanas to quickly understand the foreign language of this otherworld.

"Or maybe my axe cut off your head." Nelgo's heart is full of guard, and his mouth is not spared, as the saying goes, if you lose, you don't lose the battle, not to mention that he may not be inferior to her.

"Gee." The woman unceremoniously snatched the wine from Nairgo's hand, so fast that Nairgo didn't even notice how he did it.

He was a little surprised, and this method alone was enough to show that this woman was not pretending, but a person with real skills.

"I think I've shown sincerity, can I tell me your name now?" A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and it was beautiful that it was hard for Nairgo to imagine how charming it would be when she took off her veil.

"Rastaha." Nairgo said vigilantly, he did not dare to easily reveal his real name, who knows if this woman will have some witchcraft, just report the meaning of a false name.

"Rastaha?" The woman frowned, then scoffed: "Falsehood."

"I know you're wary, but I don't care."

She said, "You can call me... Pale lady. What

a tasteful title, she thought to herself.

Pale lady? Moon?

Nairgo pouted, another riddler.

"I hear them seem to call you Nairgo?" She said, "That's your real name, right?

"Now that you know, you still ask so much?" Nairgo did not deny it, since she understood what else to pretend.

"There's still a difference between you saying it and me saying it." She nodded and said, "Loyal beast? Nice name.

"I prefer his other meaning - wyvern." Nairgo said mercilessly, "Besides, your laughter is really harsh."

Her face remained unchanged, but her voice was a little cold, and Nairgo thought with some malice, I am afraid that her face has become stiff under the veil?

"I'll turn you into a loyal beast." She said coldly.

"It might be easier for me to die." Nairgo said disdainfully.

What are you? Is it a person who wants to control orcs?

The Burning Legion is also a vibrant organization that plays the evil Force.

Moon? Can you still relate to Elune? This is not Azeroth again!

But speaking of the moon, Nairgo stared at her hood for a while, and if she hadn't had the elf's signature pointed ears, Nairgo would have thought that the bronze dragon had done something and threw a night elf over.

What kind of creature is she?

The woman sneered, "How? The newly grown wyvern cub wants to see a woman?

"There are only four kinds of people in my eyes: enemies, friends, compatriots, and rotten meat." Nairgo said: "There is no distinction between men and women.

"I'm not your enemy, and I'm certainly not a friend at the moment, so I should be your friend who doesn't want to be rotten meat."

I have to say that this woman changed her face quite quickly, and there was a smile on her face, as if the woman who was a little angry just now was not her.

"Whatever you want, but if nothing happens, I want you to leave." Nairgo said angrily.

"That's how you treat lifesavers?" Sylvanas raised an eyebrow, the orc was even more difficult to reach than he thought.

Lifesaver? All right.

Nairgo still understood that although he didn't trust this mysterious woman, at the very least, she helped him.

"I don't ask what race you are, and I don't ask you what purpose you are." Nairgo turned and exposed his back to Sylvanas, "You want to be my friend, okay!" I just love making friends. Although

on the surface he looked unguarded towards Sylvanas, he was a shaman, and the elements were still staring at Sylvanas, but if she made the slightest change, Nelgo would make a decisive move.

"Come over for a drink." Nairgo walked towards the top of the hill at the beginning.

"Gee." Sylvanas shook her head, the shamans of Azeroth are not strong, but it does not mean that there are none, she does not know how many times she has used this trick when she was a ranger.

Instead of debunking him, she continued to watch him perform.

Perhaps he realized it, Nairgo turned around and said expressionlessly: "This is the sacred place of the orcs, if you move faster, you may be able to return to your sanctuary before the sun rises, Washugu is not a place for you to set foot."

"Orcs do not welcome outsiders." Nairgo said solemnly.

The orcs at this point in time are still a relatively isolated race, and even the Delaney have not been allowed to enter the Holy Land, let alone the mysterious woman of this unknown race.

"If you don't want to get in trouble." Nairgo made a gesture of invitation, "Hurry back!" This is my home. The

orc's words were emotionless, and he walked straight towards the previous position.

He was going to set up a tent here and sleep here at night.

"But what if I say I'm here to warn you?" Sylvanas looked at Nairgo, "I think this news can get your friendship."

"At least it's yours." She added later.

"Warning?" Nelgo's eyes narrowed slightly, "You're also a prophet? "

Then again, this place of Delano is really a masterful place, but nine times out of ten, a spell caster can be associated with the divine stick and prophet.

"Not the prophecy of the prophets, but the advice of the hunters." The woman used a word with a similar meaning in an orc to describe herself.

Hunter's advice?

Nairgo's brow furrowed, but he heard the woman say, "You're a shaman, aren't you?" "

What did she say this for?

Sylvanas said: "You are a shaman, using elemental power, but the problem is here. "

The shaman of Azeroth is by the elements, as is Delano's, and the elements of Azeroth....

Forget it, don't Azeroth, in short, the elements are very unreliable, in Sylvanas's opinion, this kind of three-day two-headed problem is used to fool people not to say 100% that must be eighty or ninety.

"Question?" Nairgo complained, "A riddler, if I was curious, I gave you the opportunity to fool me." "

As for what the hell does she want to do? Is there any intrigue?

Some things don't need to be said too clearly, let him think for himself.

"Hey, Riddler, still playing mystery with me? If I follow your ideas, I will be on the set. Nairgo said in his heart, I can only say that although you have a hundred calculations, it is difficult for me to not want to.