Orgrim Doomhammer glanced at his lieutenant and began to explain, "Those humans think we're stupid, so why don't we do it?" ”

Orgrim licked his shriveled lips, "They imagine us as uncivilized savages, just as we look at those ogres. With that, he turned his head and looked down.

The group turned to follow Orgrim's gaze and looked down, and the ogre was struggling to climb up after the orc. Although they have enough strength to climb, they are too clumsy, and if there is any sudden problem, the ogres only use their hands and feet, climbing indiscriminately, and they can't move well at all, purely relying on their natural brute strength.

"I wish humans could think that." Orgrim grinned as he opened his mouth, revealing his teeth inside. "Let those cowardly humans think that we don't have brains. I'd also be glad to see that their underestimation would make it easier for us to conquer them, and when we got to Hinterland we split up some of our tribes and pretend to feint against the dwarves there, and the orcs of the Hillsbrad Hills went to encircle the Eagle's Nest, but our main force was already here. ”

When this strategy was decided, almost all the trolls agreed, and the tribal alliance attacked Quel'Thalas, and Orgrim knew that those forest trolls and those creatures called elves had a bitter feud, and when they heard that the tribe wanted to attack the northern continent and slowly gain a foothold, the trolls immediately volunteered to lead the way for the orcs.

"After the complete conquest of Quel'Thalas, we will take that land, use it as a base point, slowly occupy the rest of the human realm, and then besiege their so-called alliance army, and finally they will have no way to escape and face the fate of destruction."

As soon as the conversation changed, Orgrim looked at the Dragonroar Clan chief next to him: "Zuluhid, have you prepared the things?" ”

Zulushid, the chief of the Dragon Roar Clan, looked down from afar, lowered his head and said, "Come on, they are already on the way." ”

"Okay, then what are you waiting for, march with all your strength and march towards Quel'Thalas."

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Wedding night, Tower of Daylight.

Clothes were everywhere, Patrick and Aurelia had already finished their passion, Patrick had already gotten up and put on a nightgown, kissed Aurelia on the forehead, and walked slowly to the balcony, looking at the city of sunlight that was still brightly lit.

"Why are you up?"

Patrick turned his head to see that Aurelia was also up, and the unwielding Aurelia was wearing a silk undergarment, which was almost transparent under the effect of the arcane light, not much different from not wearing it.

"What are you thinking, can you tell me about it?" Aurelia turned around and poured a glass of warm water for both Patrick and herself, though for some reason, her husband had a habit of drinking lukewarm water, and she slowly accepted it.

Although Aurelia is already busy with official duties, the female responsibility of the Windranger family is very strong, and she is reluctant to make a vase at home after marriage, and she also wants to share her husband's troubles.

"You're still worried about the council?"

Patrick didn't understand why Aurelia said that, and his expression was a little shocked.

The elf's face was resolute, but her heart was like glass, and when she saw Patrick's shocked expression, she thought she had guessed everything: "At our wedding, what did the old faces of those guys in the council stink, and in time, the council will completely lose actual control of the ghost lands, which those old guys don't want to see." ”

Aurelia took a sip of water and continued, "Although their core strength is all in Silvermoon City, as the highest authority in the kingdom, they may not want to firmly grasp every inch of Quel'Thalas. ”

Now that he is a new councilor who wants to challenge the rules of the game set by the old aristocracy, there is no doubt that even if the Silver Moon Council is one of those old-fashioned, Patrick has a more vivid metaphor: or the relationship between Wall Street and the Federal Reserve.

Wall Street believes that the Federal Reserve has been in office long enough, and it is time for newcomers to really control Eagle Sauce, and how can the Federal Reserve give up its powerful hands, Eagle Sauce naturally has frequent infighting, multiple departments hate each other, tear each other down, and the three powers of differentiation have their own interests behind the protection, including the purpose of political donations from congressmen is also to let parliamentarians pass legislation to help capitalists accumulate funds, so those officials are naturally inconsistent, and their appearances are inconsistent.

In the face of the political situation in Silvermoon City, Patrick has no choice, he doesn't want to cause conflict and bloodshed, he just wants to use his own methods to subtly change the future dilemma of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, political donations have been banned by Patrick's, and the entire Life Forest woodland, the Sun Temple area, and many other places where Patrick is in power are completely prohibited from donations.

This kind of funny little trick, the method of legalizing corruption, Patrick feels that this is simply something to coax children, but there are still many other aspects of the policy need to be adjusted, if this is to be done, it will inevitably affect the interests of those old nobles, this point is not avoided, can only wait for the arrival of history.

Otherwise, by taking the butcher's knife, he will force the entire Quel'Thalas Kingdom to move forward, this is not necessarily a feasible method, once the civil war arises, most of the elven groups will be separated from each other, and it is almost impossible to unify them completely in the future, so that the High Elves can continue to be brilliant in the world of Azeroth.

Now, the establishment of the floating city has made Patrick feel a lot more at ease, but it is still not enough, there are too many things to do in the future, there are too many things to do, and everything is far from enough now. The previous speculation was just that Aurelia did not expect that the High Elves would have an invasion by foreign enemies, and the homeland would also suffer a wound that would be difficult to erase for decades.

Yes, what kind of high elf will see what the future holds, looking at the clansmen singing and dancing below, swaying wine and fireworks, and touching each other......

Patrick: "With Floating City, at least our interests can be safeguarded, they don't have the ability to interfere with Daylight City yet." ”

Aurelia leaned lightly against Patrick, and two soft, smooth touches came from behind her: "Actually, you don't have to care so much about what the council thinks, in the ghost land, we call the shots, don't we?" ”

Patrick's body became soft as the young voice kept Aurelia in her shoes, and the light silk underwear couldn't stop the elf's rapidly rising body temperature, and then returned to the new room. For a while, the room became full of spring again.

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