"Huh? Have you ever heard of this name? Masrae asked rhetorically, equally surprised.

"I've heard a little." Diego nodded and said modestly. However, the Night Elves were already surprised by his erudition, and they didn't delve into it. Now that Diego had heard of the organization, it was much easier to explain.

Masrae gathered his thoughts and began to tell about the situation in the Cenarion Council and the series of responses they had taken in his brother's letter.

The Council of Cenarion takes its name from the demigod Cenarius and his first mortal druid student, Malfurion Fury, who combine parts of their names to form the phrase.

Ten thousand years ago, Cenarius taught the way of the druids to the Night Elf Malfurion, who spread the teachings of the Druids among the Night Elves. With the mission of protecting the balance of self-heating, the druids are committed to continuing the endless and symbiotic coexistence of all things in the world, hoping that all intelligent races can live in harmony with nature. To do this, a very small group of druids was born, the Council of Cenarion. Originally, the group only accepted Night Elves, and the new members had to be druids who believed in the ways of nature.

However, as time passed, and after a series of battles, such as the Battle of Quicksand and the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the wise men of the Cenarion Council realized that the power of the Night Elf Druids alone was no longer enough to deal with the increasingly serious challenges. Under Malfurion's auspices, the Way of the Druids was taught to the gentle and close proximity to the earth and nature, and Hamuel Rune Totem was one of them, who showed an amazing talent for learning the Way of the Druids, mastering the power of nature in a short period of time, gaining the approval of the Council of Cenarion and the title of Grand Druid. In addition to this, some of the Troll Priests have also learned the ways of the Druids through the Emerald Dream.

Now, in order to cope with the resurgence of the Chira, the Cenarion Council has had to ease its own access restrictions: regardless of race or profession, the Cenarion Council will accept anyone who recognizes the way of the druids and is interested in helping the Cenarion Council deal with the crisis.

It was this wise decision that enabled the Council of Cenarion to transcend the restrictions of race and faction in one fell swoop, and together with the Silver Dawn and the Ring of the Earth in later generations, it became one of the three great justice organizations in Pan-Azeroth.

"How much power can they muster to deal with the insects?" Diego asked sharply.

"At least ten legions!" Masrae glanced at the letterhead again and roughly estimated, "The Night Elves can gather about three legions, the Minotaurs can muster one or two legions, the Dark Spear Trolls can bring out about half a legion, and under the persuasion of Hamuel Rune Totem, the High Chief Thrall decided to send three legions to Silisus. And Lady Gianna of Theramore has agreed to send two legions to cooperate with our operation! ”

"There are so many legions, it's not like they can be mobilized together in a while." Diego said worriedly.

"This time it's a little faster than usual, because the goblins of the Hot Sand Group have decided to send goblin airships for free to help us transport the army!" Masrae said with a smile, speaking of which, it was rare for the goblin merchants who had always asked for money to be generous once, which was really a bit unexpected to him.

When it comes to hot sand groups, we have to talk about the social composition of goblins. In Azeroth, the goblins are clever and cunning, mercenary, and excellent merchants (profiteers), inventors, and engineers. In fact, goblins and gnomes are the two most advanced races of Azeroth's engineering skills, but goblin engineering tends to be destructive, powerful but often uncontrollable explosions are a major feature of goblin engineering products, and a very famous goblin merchant once warned every customer who entered his shop: "I advise you not to get so close to that boiler, it hasn't exploded today!" ”

There is no concept of a state in goblin society, they are more of a company or a consortium together. The largest consortia even control one or more cities as their bases, and the bosses of these consortia are often referred to as trade princes. There are five such goblin consortia in Azeroth, among which the more well-known and wealthy ones are the Hot Sand Group, the Rusty Water Chaebol, and the Venture Capital Company. The boss of the Rusty Water Chaebol is the well-known Prince Gary Vickers, while the boss of the Hot Sand Group is Prince Strymwild Hot Sand, and the owner of the venture capital company is Mogul Razdenk.

The Hot Sands are the most powerful of the goblin consortium, with a presence in the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor, owning several towns such as Garkison, Ratchet City, Eternal Town, and Treasure Bay, and in later generations, they even expanded their business to the orc's hometown of Draenor, where they built the famous goblin city of District 52.

Unlike Garry Vix and his Rusty Water Chaebol, who later joined the Horde, the Hot Sand Syndicate has always been neutral to both the Alliance and the Horde, and anyone who causes trouble in any town owned by the Hot Sand Syndicate will be beaten up by the goblin guards, but the boss of Ratchet City, the famous goblin engineer Gazruvi, has a good personal relationship with Thrall, and the main city of the Horde, Orgrimmar, was built by him for a friendly price.

In the goblin society, the Barons, who are slightly lower in status than the Prince, are mostly the de facto controllers of a goblin town. The two known goblin barons of the Hot Sands are Marin Nogforg, the former being the ruler of Garkison, and the latter being the ruler of Booty Bay. In addition, according to uncertain sources, the lord of Ratchet City, Gazruvi, is also a baron.

Although Booty Bay looks bigger, the capital city of the Hot Sand Group is located in the Tanaris Desert of Kalimdor Continent, and not far from the coast of Gasison is the group's main port, Hot Sand Port. This time, the hot sand group took the initiative to provide free air transportation services for the Cenarion Council, mainly because the forward of its worm pullers had approached Gakison, which seriously threatened the safety of the hot sand consortium itself. Beneath the desert floor, there are now nests of xenomorph insects everywhere.

"In that case, maybe we can prepare for war before the worms attack." Diego breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"I hope so!" Masrae said with some wistfulness. He didn't want the continent of Karimdor to be overwhelmed by the tide of insects controlled by the evil god Cthun, because where these disgusting insects passed, there was no living creature in sight, whether plants or animals, except for the foul-smelling purple chitin slime.

"Maybe you can tell your brother and let them go to the Secret Blue Island, maybe there will be a surprise." Diego hesitated, but finally decided to tell the Night Elves the news.

"What's there?" Masrae asked, somewhat surprised, knowing the name of the island. This large island is located in the sea east of the Black Coast, not too far from Tedahir, but it is not rich in products and the land is not fertile, so it has not been paid much attention to it. There aren't many inhabitants on the island either, except for the banished Bear Monster Clan, who live a primitive and peaceful life.

"There may be some Draenei, they are the feud of the orcs, a group of wanderers who have fled here from the orc homeland of Draenor." Diego said simply. He didn't want to talk too much, because in Diego's previous life, the Draenei had fled to Azeroth this year, but with the flapping of Diego's butterfly wings, everything had changed beyond recognition, and he wasn't even sure if the Draenei's ship had crashed on the Secret Blue Island at this time.

"Will they be willing to help us?"

"If they want to integrate into the world as soon as possible, this is the price they have to pay!" Diego said. He believed that the leader of the Draenei, the wise prophet Veron, would know how to make the same choices as in his previous life.

"I'll inform my brother," Masrae replied. He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to ask directly, "Diego, you have made such great efforts to promote this alliance, but why don't you directly participate in this war?" I believe that with your joining, the scales of victory will definitely be in favor of the Council of Cenarion. And, if you had asked for it, the Forsaken and the Silver Dawn would have been happy to send an army as well. ”

"That's because, in the Eastern Kingdom, there are more important things to do!" Diego said helplessly.

"What could be more important than stopping its worm-pullers?" Masrae said with a look of disbelief.

"The Burning Legion, they're coming back again!" Diego sighed heavily, and he turned his head to look to the east, his eyes full of anger and hatred, as if he had penetrated the wall and seen the distant cursed land.

"What ?!!!" The Night Elf's eyes widened in horror, and his trembling left hand could no longer hold the thick stack of letters, and with a snap, it fell to the ground.