Chapter 1658 Calling the Parents (Third Update)

"Things that can't be said? Of course there are some." Gianna responded directly, but in her charming smile, her narrowed eyes were full of teasing: "I whispered to my lover, do I have to tell you too? Can’t do it?”

After saying that, Jaina directly put her long white gloved hand on the back of Duke's hand. That way is clearly saying - I'm showing off my affection, do you want some dog food?

Of course Garrosh knew that he was impulsive, but he did not regret it. As a warrior, his instinct told him that these two guys were laughing at him just now. He has always trusted his instincts.

However, his behavior seemed quite naive in terms of diplomacy.

No, this can no longer be called diplomacy. This is simply a venting of anger.

In the Borean Tundra, the Warsong clan suffered heavy losses from the betrayal of the blue dragon king Malygos. Garrosh's performance as chief was mediocre, and in the end it was the former chief, Grom, who was already dead, who came out as the savior.

Garrosh could clearly feel that his subordinates' trust and evaluation of him had dropped significantly. The Warsong Orc talks more about his father than about him.

From that day on, his temper was like a powder keg, in a state of being on fire at the drop of a hat.

Seeing his appearance, Varok's head was pounding, and he stood up with a bang: "Garrosh, don't make trouble unreasonably! Sit down!"

"You..." Garrosh's neck was red, and the bulging neck veins and veins seemed to have two sausages stuffed into them.

"This is the Northern Expeditionary Alliance. This is the supreme commander of the alliance. This is not the hunting ground of your Warsong clan. If you are rude again, go back to Orgrimmar!" Varok shouted fiercely.

In terms of status, Varok Saurfang is the current chieftain of the Blackstone clan, equal to Garrosh.

In terms of status, as the supreme commander under the warchief, Saurfang has the power to directly command all orc armies. During the tribal war, even foreign chiefs such as Vol'jin and Kane had to lead their armies to obey his command.

Garrosh, who was still relatively inexperienced and had not even fully mastered the Warsong Clan, had no confidence to challenge Varok.

"Hmph!" After letting out a disdainful snort, Garrosh finally crossed his arms and sat down forcefully. As everyone knows, in psychology, folding your hands across your chest is actually a defensive posture to isolate yourself from communication with the other person.

Varok apologized: "Sorry, Garrosh is a young boy from Nagrand. He is young and impulsive. Please don't blame him, Lord Marcus."

"No, no! It's okay." Duke smiled and waved his hand.

Of course, Duke was laughing his ass off in his heart.

There are always bad guys in this world. It should be said that a brainless roar is indeed a brainless roar?

How ignorant and fearless!

Who gave you the courage to challenge a real demigod for such a trivial reason?

If the chief of the tribe is crazy at this moment, Duke will definitely take action to deal with the tribe without hesitation.

Since he was familiar with the historical process, Duke didn't mind watching Garrosh go further and further down the road of seeking death. It's like watching a clown jump around.

Over there, Jaina clapped her hands, and a dwarf mage ran to the podium.

"Hello! Dear Lord Marcus, Commander of the Alliance. Hello! Dear Lord Saurfang. I am today's host, Milhouse*Mana Storm!" The dwarf who spoke had silver-white inverted hair. And beard, as well as two very eye-catching mustaches.

He was wearing a blue mage robe with gold trim and a pair of bright red trousers. He looked quite...happy.

What surprised Duke the most was his name. As a time traveler, Duke would certainly not forget this extremely famous and funny dwarf mage.

Dwarfs are a highly intelligent race, and they also have a strong thirst for knowledge. If there is an opportunity to satisfy the thirst for knowledge with the help of technology that cannot be realized by oneself, I believe many people will do that. Of course, Milhouse did the same,

In the original history, his first appearance was during the Burning Crusade. This guy intended to steal the Naaru's spaceship and use Naaru's technology to explore the outside world.

He quietly boarded the ideal ship. Unfortunately, Kael'thas's blood elf troops captured Naaru's spaceship, and Milhouse hid in the second cell to protect himself. As a result, when the player beat the boss of the Forbidden Prison, This guy came out to help beat the boss.

Milhouse in history was a very famous man who caused countless troubles. In addition, he is the only mage who survived after the teleportation failed and was lost in space.

Duke just didn't know why this funny Master Mao would come here?

What's more, I didn't know that this funny Master was already at the peak of Huiyue, and there were faint signs of breaking through towards Xiri. Duke is not bragging, as long as he helps Milhouse adjust the magic circuit with his own hands, the alliance will have a third Archmage of the Sun in no time.

But this approach is quite unnecessary. First of all, it will affect Milhouse's growth. Secondly, once this guy enters the Sun, he will have to find a place for him in Dalaran, at least as one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council. So here comes the question - what will be the consequences of letting a funny person become the leader?

The answer is – teasing is contagious!

It would be an absolute nightmare to bring this crazy and curious dwarf mage to power. Duke can't do anything for a minute, and all day long he is responsible for wiping the butt of Milhouse, who is a professional in getting into trouble.

Seeing Milhouse, Duke didn't have time to say anything. The stupid roar over there jumped out again.

"What is this!? A humble dwarf? Is there no more normal guy in the alliance? Why should I listen to a humble guy who can't even reach my knees?" The idiot's temper was completely unreasonable.

He had a bad temper, and Milhouse was not an economical person.

The irritable dwarf put his hands on his hips as soon as he reached it, his frost magic circuit running rapidly. Almost instantly, an ice platform formed under his feet, lifting him up to the level where he was eye-level with Garrosh.

Milhouse snarled on the spot: "Humble? Man, I don't care who you are, no one dares to say that the powerful Milhouse is a 'humble' dwarf! Let me tell you, you are racist! I There is a height difference of at least five feet with you! Okay, maybe six feet. But so what? Believe it or not, I will burn your ugly legs with a fireball and even out the height difference between you and me. !?"

At this time, before everyone could react, another dwarf jumped out: "I don't know what happened here, but I will be happy to work with Milhouse to deal with this unreasonable idiot!"

"What did you say!?" Naozhanhou clenched his fists and stood up.

At this moment, Duke's leisurely voice came: "Grom, take care of yourself!"

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