Arthas had his idea, and Uther thought it was a good idea, and turned to Drektar. The old orc shook his head www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion and said, "This ...... You can also see that our people have less than a few hundred warriors, and the rest are women, old people, and children who cannot go to war. This person is on the battlefield and can't help much. ”

Arthas smiled and explained, "Actually, I didn't mean to ask you to help much. I just need an excuse to settle you. Letting you work in the lumberyard is an excuse, but it's not sufficient, because your presence will cause panic among the inhabitants of Hearthvale. Once someone is instigated by you, it is easy for you to get into conflict with the local population, and even if you stay honestly in the lumberyard, someone will come to you for trouble. ”

Arthas paused, giving Drektar time to think about his words. When Tirio Fordin heard this, he nodded his head repeatedly, admiring the thoughtfulness of the Prince of Arthas. Arthas continued, "But if your people are willing to fight for humanity, we have a good excuse to even place you in a more comfortable place. Your people may be able to get the supplies we have provided without having to work. In this way, it will be easier for them to be accepted by the humans around them, after all, the two sides are on the same front. ”

Taking a breath, Arthas continued: "Of course, your people will naturally be in danger when they go to war. But have you ever thought that your people died on the battlefield in exchange for a better life for those who remained behind. You might think that if it were death, you would rather die on the battlefield fighting humanity than fighting your own people. ”

With that, Arthas paused and waited for Drektar's reaction. The old orc nodded subconsciously, and suddenly realized that he was being led away by the nose, and quickly returned to a serious appearance, but his ears were still ridged, obviously caring about what Arthas said.

Arthas smiled and continued, "If you think so, Chief, you're wrong. Your warriors, dying here today and dying on the battlefield against your fellow citizens in the future mean nothing to us humanity and to yourselves. If you fight for humanity, even if you die in battle, we will not treat the rest of your people badly; I can swear by this in the name of the royal family of Minethir. At this point, Arthas paused, placed his right hand into a fist on his left chest, and nodded slightly as a sign of solemnity.

Drektar didn't speak, he was more concerned about what Arthas was saying. Arthas continued: "But if you die here, your people who have witnessed this bloody battle will be a scourge to mankind. In order not to let your people avenge the death of your warriors, we may have to kill them along with you and exterminate your clan once and for all. You know, I have to be responsible for the people of Lordaeron and not let their safety be threatened in the slightest. ”

Alsace's words can be described as well-founded and ...... Convince the orcs. Even Wen Lesa on the side nodded her head again and again, and looked at Arthas with a little admiration in her eyes - this of course annoyed the sorrow of Frost who was watching the excitement on the side, and the little demon sword gritted his teeth hatefully, thinking in his heart - if he hadn't been worried that his master would be angry, he would have eaten this little female high elf in one bite - although the power of the soul of the little girl who was not deeply involved in the world was not strong, but it was more than pure. Frost Sorrow drooled as she thought, hoping that the night would come sooner - she hadn't eaten her soul for a long time, and she could only satisfy her hunger with moonlight.

However, even Tirio Fording felt that the terms were very generous, and Drektar shook his head and said, "You are right, but I can't do this. Not all of our people have come to your world, and some have stayed in their hometowns. If we show up on the battlefield and fight for you, those people back home will soon be retaliated against. ”

Arthas was not reluctant, and said, "So, chief, are you going to choose to work in the lumberyard?" Uther also felt a little sorry, after all, the orc warriors were still very good. However, Drektar's next choice surprised everyone, as the old chief shook his head again and said, "I'm sorry, I can only choose to fight you. ”

Tirio Fording was puzzled, he even had a feeling of betrayal - he had worked so hard to get even misunderstood by his companions, and in the end he was rejected by the orcs? Tirio couldn't help but ask loudly, "Why?" Do you still think you have a chance to win? Would you rather exterminate the clan than fight us? ”

Drektar nodded apologetically to Tirio, and from the words that Splittooth shouted just now, the old chief knew that Tirio was the one who healed Cracktooth, and he could also feel Tirio's kindness to the orcs from his words and deeds. Drektar said to Uther, who was also very puzzled, "Do you know why our clan was exiled? ”

Uther waved his hand to the somewhat agitated Tirio Ferdin, signaling him to calm down, as Uther was more interested in the orc clan that had lived in seclusion in the mountains for several years, and he hoped to find some clues about the orc army from the old chieftain's words. Drektar was silent for a moment, as if recalling the details of the past, and then slowly spoke.

"I know that there is no end to the enmity between humans and orcs, but I want you to understand that orcs are not tyrannical, cruel and murderous from the day they were born. Although many of our customs may seem barbaric to you, most of our people believe in the shamanic ways of peace and nature. Rather than killing and war, we enjoy communicating with elemental spirits. Drektar defended his people.

Uther scoffed, and the upright paladin showed his disdain in a rare way: "No matter how you justify it, it can't change the fact that you orcs have invaded our homeland. Drektar listened to Uther's words, his face was a little gray, and he nodded and said, "Yes, it is irrefutable. In fact, we had a lot of bloody and savage killings before we invaded your world......" Drektar chattered endlessly, but his eyes were misty, completely sinking into the remembrance and regret of the past.

"At that time, in our homeland, we orcs were not the only race. There is also a group of neighbors who call themselves Draenei. Their civilization is more advanced than ours, so we will often trade armor and weapons with them for some minerals and food. In the ancient legend, our two tribes have coexisted peacefully for hundreds of years......" The old chief's memories stopped, and a look of guilt and self-reproach appeared on his face. Wen Lesa listened to it for a long time, and finally heard a little bit of the way, and interjected: "Later, you must have slaughtered those Draenei, right?" And then they come and invade our world, hmph, it's just a bunch of butchers, and they still try to beautify themselves? The High Elves' Ranger was not polite at all, and he did not have the slightest sense of respect for the old man.