"Sal, come out quickly, I'm coming."

Taresha followed Snow Wolf into the cedar forest. A moment later, a tall guy wearing animal skins walked out of the warehouse, holding a dwarf musket in his hand, wearing a felt hat, and Taresha.

Resa hugged each other warmly.

Thales looked at this scene and his brain was completely shut down.

Because that tall guy... that's an orc.

That's Thrall, Taretha's brother, and he's an orc... Damn it!

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"So what's going on? Didn't anyone tell me?"

Thales was wrapped in warm leather and sitting in the basement of a carefully built warehouse. It was probably the work of the dwarves. There was also a not-so-fine but very practical fireplace on the wall. And in front of him, the girl Tare

Sha was making tea, and at her feet, the huge snow wolf was resting beside the warm bonfire.

And judging from where it was lying, this beast could jump up at any time and bite Thales' neck off.

On the other side sat the weird orc. He had green skin and looked very strong, but he had a pair of eyes that Thales had never seen before. They were as warm and watery blue as Taresha's eyes.

Their eyes are almost the same color, which is probably the only thing they have in common.

However, the young orc in front of him did not have the bravery of other orcs that Thales had seen. On the contrary, every move he made looked like a real human being. He had fangs and perfectly repaired black hair.

Hair and beard, hell, Thales even felt a hint of "elegance" from the way he took the teacup.

The well-maintained dwarf musket was placed at the orc's feet. Thales had no doubt that as long as he showed a hint of hostility, the orc would grab the musket and blow his head into pieces.

Although with the strength of a high-level assassin, he was not afraid of the orcs and the snow wolf in front of him, the atmosphere in front of him clearly told him that the two sides may not need to fight. What made Thales even more curious was that in front of him,

What is the connection between this orc and Orgrim?

"You are a kind person."

Orc Thrall took a sip of tea, smiled at his sister, and then turned to look at Thales. He spoke human language very well, with a hint of Lordaeron accent. His blue eyes

Staring at the human in front of him, he whispered:

"I can feel from your actions of protecting Taresha that you are not as vicious as you appear on the surface, so since Taresha believes in you, I also believe in you."

"I am gentle to this girl who is full of evil ideas because I am also a human being."

Thales showed a weird smile: "You wouldn't think that I would be gentle to an orc? Have you forgotten how many of my compatriots your compatriots killed in the past few years?"

"That's a tragedy."

Sal shook his head, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "In that battle, my sister and I also lost relatives, and my hands have never been stained with the blood of kind people. We are not enemies, and the blood in your hands

The hide...that's what belongs to me."

As he spoke, Thrall took out another animal skin from behind and spread it out in front of Thales. The assassin's eyes narrowed. He took out his own animal skin and pieced it together with the half of the animal skin.

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Chapter completed!