It was in this tavern that Izzy and Crassus discussed the matter of the Council of the Seven, and Crassus carefully erected a barrier to prevent people from being overwhelmed and letting the unsuitable people know that the member of the Council of Six had a connection with the Grand Chief of the Tribe.

In fact, the purpose of Izzy's participation in the Council of Seven Nations this time is very simple, he hopes that the leaders of the alliance will realize the seriousness of the problem, and the best case scenario is that the alliance and the tribe will put aside their disputes and give priority to dealing with the problem of the undead and demons with the tribe.

However, judging from what Izzy has seen so far, the best case scenario may not be realized, and even with the help of the Horde's potions, the leaders of the Alliance will definitely not want the Horde to meddle in their domestic affairs.

Therefore, Izzy felt that it was better to let Crassus, who was a member of the Six Council of Dalaran, say better than what Izzy said in this matter, and perhaps only in this way could the situation be a little stronger.

"It's sad. ”

Izzy felt sad from the bottom of his heart for those ignorant human kings, although he regarded the human kingdoms as cannon fodder to reduce orc casualties, but if he followed his advice, at least the fate of the human kingdoms would be much stronger than in the official history of Warcraft.

Unfortunately, the "way of salvation" is right in front of their eyes, but they don't know it.

Izzy was beginning to be able to understand the feeling of Medivan in the canon of Warcraft warning the countries of the Alliance, but no one believed it, and it was all their own choice.

"So let's stop here today, it's easy for people to see the flaws if I've stayed here for too long. Crassus stood up as he spoke, leaving a few silver coins on the table.

Izzy smiled and beckoned, "I'll invite you next time." ”

Crassus listened to Izzy's words, showed a slightly bitter smile, but said nothing, put on his hood and left the tavern, but Izzy understood what he was trying to convey with a wry smile.

"God knows when the next time we have to drink and talk about wine will be again. ”

Izzy drank the remaining half of the ale and looked at the cloudy sky outside the tavern window, feeling a little melancholy.

Unexpectedly, it happened to be raining lightly outside, and Izzy looked up at the sky and sighed in a low voice, "Why is it raining so much?"

After a sleepless night, Izzy and Orgrim took turns keeping vigil and spent a night in the hotel in Dalaran, where it was like camping in the wilderness.

There is no way, the heart of defense is indispensable, even if this heart of defense is likely to be a little redundant, but it is unrealistic to let them orcs sleep peacefully in the human city.

Perhaps it would be more realistic to let them "rest in peace" in this city.

In the early morning of Dalaran, the showers came and went like the wind, leaving only a beautiful scenery after the rain.

Izzy looked out the window and felt that the scene in front of him was simply full of colors and colors.

Sunlight, the reflection of raindrops, the rainbow light on the horizon, and the arcane light that spreads through the air like fireflies in the city of Dalaran make up this magical and magical beauty, giving a dizzying experience.

"I hope that today's parliament will be as perfect as this beautiful picture. ”

"Knock! knock!" As soon as Izzy sighed, he heard a knock on the door, and Orgrim, who was asleep on the side, was suddenly awakened, his first reaction was to hold the hammer of destruction with both hands, and his eyes looked at the door vigilantly, and Izzy hurriedly stopped between him and the door to calm him down.

"Big guy, the council is still an hour away, and the teacher asked me to pick you up and take you to the Violet Tower!"

Gianna's voice came from outside the door, and Izzy hurriedly opened the door, preparing to let the little girl go downstairs to order something to eat first, and wait for a while so that she could wash herself.

But when he opened the door, he found two children, a man and a girl, the girl was naturally Gianna, and the boy in front of him, Izzy, had never seen it.

"Arthas Minethir?"

In the next moment, Izzy's brain had a natural guess about the boy's identity, and he began to habitually look at the boy in front of him.

The little boy is a head taller than Gianna, and has the same blonde hair as Gianna, but the hair color is darker, and the little boy's appearance is not bad, with turquoise eyes, with upright facial features, but at a young age, he exudes a childish heroic spirit.

What does Izzy think, how does he think that the little boy looks much more pleasing to the eye than Kael'thas, maybe this is because Kael'thas is an elf, or there is a gap between Kael'thas and Izzy's human soul aesthetics.

Just as Izzy was looking at the little boy, and the boy was also looking at Izzy, young Arthas had seen an orc for the first time.

The impression of the orcs in his mind was still in the words of the adults, and the first thought that came to Arthas's mind when he saw the orcs with his own eyes was "Oh my God!

The orcs were taller than any human he had ever seen, and even the Sir Lothar he had ever seen was not as big as the giant of the orcs in front of him.

"Hey, big guy, I'll introduce you, this is my good friend, Arthas Minehir. ”

The young Gianna interrupted their thoughts, and Izzy thought for a moment, bent down and stretched out his right hand to the young human prince, made a gesture of shaking hands, expressed his kindness, and said:

"My name is Nagnosh Izzy and I am an orc. ”

The young prince, when he saw Izzy's huge hand stretched out, was startled and took half a step back.

However, the dignity of being the crown prince, and the presence of his sweetheart around him, made Arthas stop retreating, he looked at his hands, and for the first time felt that his hard-working arm turned out to be so thin, but this did not prevent him from showing his bravery.

Arthas placed his palm in the palm of Izzy's palm and spoke, "My name is Arthas Minethir, I am the prince of Lordaeron, and I thank you as a prince when I hear that you orcs have come to my country's aid in this plague. ”

As Izzy listened to Arthas's decent self-introduction and words of thanks, he suddenly became fond of the young prince, who was brave and unashamed, and indeed looked like a crown prince.

However, Izzy then remembered what Arthas, the Lich King, had done in the canon of Warcraft.

Slaughter contests, patricide, death scars, all sorts of nouns were born from Izzy's memory, and it was hard for Izzy to imagine that the Sunshine Boy in front of him would become the master of the undead and the enemy of the Agras tribes.

After thinking for a while, Izzy dispelled the cranky thoughts in his mind again, this world is no longer the world of Warcraft.

A small child can't be the master of the undead natural disaster, and it is impossible for him to kill such an innocent child, not to mention that this child is still a prince, and moving him is equivalent to starting a war.

Izzy wasn't going to do such a stupid thing for the sake of an unknowable future.

Thinking so, Izzy gently squeezed Arthas's hand, smiled as kindly as possible, and spoke:

"You're welcome, Prince of Lordaeron, as the Grand Chief of the Horde, I just did what I thought was right, if you can, please wait for me in the dining room downstairs for a while, I'll wash up and go to this council, of course, if you're hungry, you can order whatever you want, and I'll settle the bill." ”