Although Valeera has a promising future, she is still young after all, and her strength is still growing rapidly.

When sneaking into Ahn'Qiraj before, Valeera and Salayan were brain-bumped out by Julian from the stealth state.

Julian is a veteran legendary thief, and his knowledge of stealth and the way of shadows is far higher than that of Valeera.

The voice that rang in Valeera's ear before was slightly hoarse, and sounded more neutral.

This is Kalimdor, the home ground of the night elves, and Sharlayan's first suspicion was of course the night elves.

But he thought about it carefully and ruled out this possibility. There was no need for the night elves to contact Valeera in such a mysterious way, and they could exchange information with her openly.

'Tauren? Furbolg? Or... Sartre? '

Today, there are only a few intelligent races living in Kalimdor. Excluding the Naga who are impossible to enter the desert, the range of suspects is not large.

Sharlayan: "Does the tauren have thieves?"

[No, can you imagine the picture of those big, big, and thick men standing on tiptoe? 】

[Actually, I really want to play Tauren Rogue. 】

Unsurprisingly, the barrage went off topic again. Sharlayan withdrew his attention, changed into a panther form, and carefully followed the mysterious man and Valeera away from the Twilight's Hammer's camp, to a small cave in the south of Crystal Valley in front of the door.

While letting go of Valeera, the mysterious man consciously took a step back and raised his hands.

Seeing Valeera take out her dagger and put on a defensive posture, the mysterious man persuaded in a friendly tone: "Don't be impulsive, I really don't mean anything to you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to live now."

Because the muscles were exposed in advance, the mysterious man's words were very convincing. Although Valeera still had some difficulty letting go, she still put down her weapon for the time being.

"Who are you? Why are you hovering near the Twilight's Hammer's camp?"

"That's a long story. Let your companions show up first. If you accidentally step on the trap at the entrance of Zhongshan Cave, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

'uh~'

Sharlayan, who approached lightly, stopped with his left front paw in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.

"To show my sincerity, let me explain my identity first."

The mysterious man pulled down the hood on his head, exposing his green skin and the fangs protruding from the corner of his mouth.

Valeera's gaze suddenly became sharp: "Orc!"

"Hey~ I told you not to get excited."

The female orc waved her hand helplessly: "I do have half orc blood, but I don't like the tribe very much."

At this time, the barrage has recognized the identity of the female orc.

[Garona Harfolson, a draenei-orc hybrid, a legendary thief, an assassin trained by the Shadow Council, Gul'dan's sharpest weapon, should be trying to get rid of the Shadow Council's control now. 】

Sharlayan asked suspiciously: "Gul'dan is cold, hasn't the Shadow Council perished long ago?"

[Gul'dan is indeed gone, but the Shadow Council still has remnants. 】

[Leaving aside Talon Gorefiend who is playing tricks on Draenor, Cho'gall you want to find is also a member of the Shadow Council, and Garona probably came to Silithus to find his whereabouts. 】

Sharlayan: "So what's the conclusion? Is this half-orc credible?"

[It's hard to say... Garona in a normal state is not difficult to get along with, but I'm afraid that the control rune buried in her soul by Gul'dan will suddenly explode. 】

[Gul'dan is dead, Talon Gorefiend is far away in Draenor, and the only one who still holds Garona's dog chain is Cho'gall. 】

[I think, at least now you can trust her temporarily. 】

[The experience of the half-breed in the orc clan is far worse than that of the high elves. 】

【Sharlayan, you, who are also of mixed race, should have the most say in this matter. Do you think that Garona will be loyal to the orc who abused her since she was a child? 】

Sharlayan's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he released his shape to reveal his shape.

Garona had known for a long time that Valeera was surrounded by companions, so she was not surprised by Sharlayan's appearance.

She bypassed Valeera who was still on guard, came to the cave door and dispelled the several traps she had set up, and politely stretched out her hand to signal Sharlayan to come in and talk.

Sharlayan was a little puzzled by Garona's actions: "Why do you think this half-orc's etiquette...is a bit like a human noble?"

[That's right, Garona once lived in the Stormwind Kingdom for a period of time, and gained the trust of King Ryan and his wife. 】

[If it weren't for the hint that Gul'dan implanted Garona's soul, she might have become a member of the Stormwind Kingdom, and King Ryan would not have been assassinated by someone he trusted for no apparent reason. 】

Sharlayan's eyes showed thoughtfulness: "I have heard this story. According to legend, the former king of the Stormwind Kingdom, Ryan Wrynn, was assassinated by an orc thief. Could it be that this thief is Garona?"

[Correct, but she can't help herself. 】

[Garona participated in Khadgar, Lothar and Medivh... or Sargeras's Karazhan battle. She was inspired by Sargeras' spell to control the hidden runes in her soul. Assassinated King Llane. 】

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Garona has been wandering in the Silithus Desert for more than a month. Due to her special status, she dare not expose herself in front of the Cenarion Council, so she can only look for clues about Cho'gall in the wild alone.

Valeera, who happened to be alone, sneaked into the Twilight's Hammer's camp to search around, and Garona wanted to take this opportunity to exchange information with her.

After following Garona into the cave, Sharlayan asked about Valeera's condition with her eyes, and she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Garona leaned against the mountain wall five steps away from the two of them, and looked back and forth between the two of them.

"The two should be high elves from the other side of the sea, right? Why did they come to this continent all the way across the sea?"

"Kalimdor."

"what?"

Sharlayan kindly reminded: "This continent is called Kalimdor. It is one of the oldest place names in Azeroth. It means the land of eternal stars."

Garona took the words indifferently: "Okay, Kalimdor."

"Since we can't fully trust each other yet, let me make a long story short."

"I want to know what happened in this desert, and what are those purple-skinned elves preparing for?"

"In return, I will tell you about the Twilight's Hammer. You don't understand Orcish, do you? Even if you find the text, you won't be able to understand it."

Sharlayan and Valeera looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.

"Yes, but we hope you can explain your identity and position first."

Garona nodded briskly and said, "Okay, just let me show my sincerity."

"My name is Garona. I'm a hybrid of an orc and a Draenei. I left the tribe and acted alone as early as the First World War. I don't have any sense of belonging to the tribe."

Valeera was a little curious about the new term she just heard: "Draenei?"

"Yes, Draenei, Draenor... is another intelligent race in the hometown of orcs."

Garona raised her hand to stop Valeera from continuing to ask questions: "This question has nothing to do with our transaction, let's put it aside for now. If there is a chance to cooperate again in the future~lightnovelpub.net~, I will tell you slowly."

"I've declared myself, now it's your turn."

Seeing that Sharlayan had no intention of speaking, Valeera skillfully took over the task of negotiation.

"I am Valeera, and he is Sharlayan. As you said, we are from Quel'Thalas in the Eastern Kingdom. We are here to participate in the upcoming War of the Quicksands."

Garona's eyes flashed: "What is the War of Quicksand? What does it have to do with the Twilight's Hammer?"

Valeera said with a smile: "Don't worry, intelligence transactions are all about back and forth."

"We have provided some information that you are interested in, so it's up to you to continue to show your sincerity?"

Garona laughed and shook her head: "As expected of a high elf with a long lifespan, you can't judge your age by appearance. You look so young, but you really act so old-fashioned. Well, I..."

Valerie interrupted Garona's words with a half-smile: "Please don't get me wrong, I'm not some old monster, I'm not even 20 years old this year~"

Garona: "...what?"