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"How do you tell? Many people say I'm humble, and I feel humble too."

She gestured to the position of her waist: "I can treat such tall goblins as equals."

She put on a look of crooked eyes and mouth again: "I can talk to such orc peons normally, you may not know what our heroes of Azeroth look like, I am much more humble than them, You crazy people must not have seen through my true heart, you are too impetuous!"

"Just because you're humble doesn't mean you're ...

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