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"Alright, I understand. He's the first guy among the orcs you've had a deep conversation with. No wonder you think orcs are a race you can communicate with. After all, your naivety often makes you lose your ability to think."

“We orcs are not bloodthirsty monsters, Admiral Daelin.”

“Go tell that answer to the Alliance members you slaughtered, you greenskin chieftain.”

"Father!!!"

Jaina, feeling that her father was undermining her time and time again, was starting to lose her temper.

“Your father is worried about you, Jaina, but his way of expressing it… is indeed hard to accept.”

Kane Bloodhoof spoke slowly as he lit his pipe.

“General Daelin, we—including Chieftain Thrall—are aware of your concerns. The main purpose of this meeting is to resolve this issue.”

After pretending to be nonchalant for a while, Tennys finally spoke up.

"The Horde has signed an agreement with Theramore that they will not attack each other."

Sal also spoke up quickly.

"Oh....."

Looking at Sal's face, Daelin's lips curled into a cold smile.

"The purpose of this agreement... is to tear it up, Greenskin Chieftain."

"You are insulting our honor!!!"

Thrall, who had been repeatedly belittled, almost reached for the Doomhammer, but reason forced him to stop this dangerous move.

“If one agreement isn’t enough, then we’ll have several. As long as Theramore promises not to launch an attack, Ratchet will establish a large transit warehouse on Theramore in the name of the Gadgetzan Consortium.”

Tanis's words made Daelin glance at her, and then Nararex spoke up as well.

"If both Theramore and the Horde promise not to start a war, the Cenarion Circle will send ambassadorial-level officials to both sides."

"Thunder Cliff, same as above."

Kane tapped his pipe and exhaled a smoke ring.

"......"

Dai Lin was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at the five representatives and took a few deep breaths.

“Fine, but I have additional requirements. I reserve the right to wage war against the orcs, and I want to establish a naval outpost in the Barrens, where I will place a fleet—a fleet that can preemptively wipe you out if you start a war.”

"Father!!!"

Jaina was stunned. This request... sounded outrageous no matter how you looked at it!

But something unexpected happened to Jaina: Thrall responded to Daelin after thinking for a few seconds.

“If we don’t break the agreement and you don’t start a war, then I agree to your request, General Daelin.”

“You have great courage, orc chieftain. I’m suddenly starting to admire you.”

Dailin picked up his sword and hung it back at his waist.

"I won't get involved in the agreement; you guys can do it yourselves."

After saying this, Daelin stood up and walked out of the venue, leaving Jaina looking at Thrall with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry, my father..."

“You don’t need to apologize, Jaina. If the orcs truly abandon their honor once more and revert to bloodthirsty monsters, then your father’s decision might actually be a good thing for the Horde…”

21. The Agreement That Has Been Settled

"Ship~Ship~"

After Daelin left, Tannis handed over the subsequent signing matters to Ratchet's special diplomatic officials. She leisurely left the conference hall, went to Theramore Docks, climbed onto one of the three warships that Daelin had handed over to Ratchet as payment, and took out her tools to begin measuring the ship's various parameters.

A few minutes later, she stood up, looked at some of the data she had measured, and touched her chin in confusion.

'That's strange. Judging from the specifications, this ship is more suitable as a cargo ship than a warship. Does Kul Tiras intend to do some trading as well?'

"Before your Gadgetzan consortium crossed the Endless Sea, our brave sailors of Kul Tiras had already cleaved the waves and explored the other side of the ocean. The reason these ships look more like merchant ships is because our navigation technology was not mature at that time, and we needed to carry more supplies to save the lives of our crew members as much as possible."

Daelin's voice sounded behind Tannis. Only then did Tannis realize that the admiral was already standing behind her, leaning on his sword.

"General Dai Lin."

Tannis gave a slight bow.

“Miss Tanis, although you stopped me from destroying those orcs, I am grateful for your promise to my ridiculously naive daughter. Compared to the symbolic but not practical ambassadorial diplomacy of the night elves and tauren, the promise of your Ratchet is the most substantial.”

"Ratchet has always believed that an agreement is meaningless without the binding of shared interests."

The general nodded slightly.

"Miss Tanis, the style of Ratchet is to get things done if you pay me, so I'll get straight to the point. How much would it cost if I wanted to buy the blueprints for the orc city you're building?"

"I don't dare to make the decision on this matter. Although the chief engineer is my subordinate, Baoshuan, the chief designer of Orgrimmar is my father. If you want to buy the design drawings, you can only go to him."

Tanis spread her hands and shrugged.

"I see."

Knowing that Ratchet had no intention of taking sides between him and the Horde anytime soon, Daelin remained silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at the indistinct spire of the mage tower in the distance, his fingers rhythmically tapping the gunwale of the ship.

What goods are you planning to place here?

"Are weapons acceptable?"

"Ok??"

Tanis's answer surprised Daelin. He turned to look at the Ratchet princess with a surprised expression that did not seem to be lying, as if to make sure she was not joking.

“I’m not lying, Admiral Daelin. The existence of Theramore won’t harm Ratchet’s trade, and Jaina’s identity is also worth a small investment.”

"Two-way investment, truly befitting a goblin family."

"You flatter me."

Tani accepted Dalyn's 'praise' without hesitation, and Dalyn, who was in some ways thick-skinned than a ship's deck, didn't bother to explain that what he had just said wasn't a compliment, and continued to ask about the things he was concerned about.

"What does Ratchet think of the Horde's credibility? Will those green-skinned beasts break their alliance?"

“As long as Thrall remains chieftain, the covenant will not be broken. I believe you have also noticed that Thrall’s thought process is completely different from that of an orc in the ‘conventional sense’.”

Despite having a blood feud with the orcs, Daelin nodded in agreement that Tanis's words made sense; Thrall was indeed vastly different from the orcs he had dealt with, whose fists moved faster than their brains.

"As far as I know, Thrall's idea for the future of the Horde... well, to put it simply, is to find a place where the Horde can farm and recuperate, gradually integrating into the Azerothian environment over time. War has no place in his plan. Moreover, the current high-ranking orcs are generally veterans who have experienced war. They are the kind of orcs who are not afraid of war, but will not actively start a war. Having experienced the flames of war, they know the value of peace better than anyone else."

"Hmm...that sounds somewhat reasonable..."

Daelin stroked his mustache, feeling slightly relieved about Jaina's situation.

Then, one word from Tennys almost made him jump.

"but--"

"But what?"

Thrall overlooked a crucial point: the new generation of orcs who have never experienced war may not appreciate the value of readily available peace. Although the orcs' bloodlust has ended, the fighting spirit driven by honor still haunts the Horde like a ghost. As long as orcs consider dying in battle an honorable thing, and as long as they prioritize military merit, these two things will eventually lead them to make 'less rational' choices when they feel it is appropriate.

"So, if the new generation of orcs comes to power, Theramore could be in danger?"

Dai Lin raised his voice slightly and gently rubbed his hand against his sword.

"Well, according to the Horde's rules, it will take at least ten or eight years for the new generation of orcs to come to power. Who knows what will happen by then? Hey, Admiral Daelin, you're not thinking of wiping out the new generation of orcs, are you? That would mean you'd start a war first, and Jaina's position would be very awkward!"

"I know that, according to your reasoning, as long as Thrall remains the Warchief of the Horde, it is virtually impossible for the Horde to wage war against other countries?"

"Um...you could say that..."

A slight smile appeared on Dai Lin's lips.

"That's good."

————————————————Conference Hall————————————————————

"Alright, that's the draft contract. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Jaina rubbed her temples. As the main initiator and beneficiary of the Kalim multi-race agreement, she meticulously checked every word for loopholes. This had left her somewhat exhausted, but her heart was filled with joy. This agreement meant that she had finally broken free from her father's shadow and truly forged her own path.

"No problem. After we all study it further, we can officially sign it."

Thrall also breathed a sigh of relief. As the chieftain of the new tribe, he was extremely unwilling to inherit the blood feud between the old tribe and the Alliance. Now, he had finally taken the first step.

"let me see."

Before he arrived, his voice preceded him. Dai Lin, enveloped in a sea breeze, strode into the conference hall and picked up the contract to begin reading.

"Father....."

Gianna looked at her father nervously, afraid that Daelin might casually tear up the agreement that she had poured her heart and soul into.

“It seems plausible… Warchief Thrall, can your tribe truly abide by this agreement?”

Dalin put the paper back on the table and looked up at Sal.

"If the tribe violates the agreement, you may simply order your fleet to fire on our city, Admiral Daelin."

Sal was invigorated when he noticed that Daelin had changed how he addressed him.

“Remember what you just said, Warchief Thrall of the Horde—and let your successors remember your promise as well—warn your people that the invincible Armada of Kul Tiras is ready to tear you apart and destroy you at any moment.”

After saying that, Daelin rushed off, leaving Jaina and Thrall looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What...did Father want to express?"

Sal shook his head in confusion.

"I don't know, but at least I feel that your father seems to have lessened his hostility towards our tribe a little."

22. Return to Ratchet

"Was this supposed to be such a dramatic and eventful affair...?"