"Where's Thrall?"

The first thing Varian Ureon said was to ask Lexa Rema unceremoniously.

Lexa, Varian, and Garrod Shadowsong sat down at a round table, and there was silence for a while, everyone just looking at each other silently. Although it was called a joint operations meeting, the atmosphere was not good at all. Don't talk about getting down to business, you don't even speak.

But I didn't expect that Varian, who was the first to speak, would directly come up with such a disrespectful sentence, which directly established this gunpowder-filled conversation from the beginning.

"You said Grand Chief Thrall......" Lexa looked at Varian with a smirk, then leaned back arrogantly, leaned back in his chair, and crossed Erlang's legs before he said slowly, "He...... I guess I'm sleeping. ”

(Actually, Thrall is now diligently checking information about the undead.)

"Sleep?! Is this the hospitality of your orc tribe?! Varian's face was furious, and he slapped his palm heavily on the table.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, but the table didn't move.

Varian's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but glance at the table. Even Garrod, who hadn't spoken yet, glanced at him, and only Lexa had a smile in his eyes.

Sample, I knew you guys liked to slap the table at every turn. I think when I'm arguing with Sal, I'm smashing a hundred or so of them......

Lexa shook his head and replied, "I heard that the Tyrande Priest of the Night is not present, so Grand Chief Thrall is not going to come. In the entire continent of Kalimdor, those who are qualified to be received by Thrall are the Grand Druids of Malfurion and the Priests of Tyrande...... Oh, and the Grand Magician Gianna, and with their friendship, Thrall is also willing to meet......"

Friendship?

And what about friendship aside?

This is only indirectly belittling the leader of the Terran Alliance.

"Humph!" Varian snorted, "When did the orcs become so sharp-tongued?" ”

Lexa smiled, "It's not because I've dealt with you humans a lot over the years, heheha." Actually, I'm just stating the facts, not the faction leader... With you, what qualifications do you have to let Sal meet! ”

Varian: "Huh, huh? Unfortunately, it's time for our camp leader to have morning tea, and I don't have time to worry about it. As the Terran Storm King and the second commander of the Alliance, I reluctantly accepted this little thing. ”

(In fact, Varian let Gianna know about the mass sale of corpses by Terran nobles through other means, and faintly revealed a hint of undead.) Witnessing the once-prosperous kingdom of Lordaeron gradually turn into a purgatory for the undead, Gianna is more sensitive than anyone else to words such as "undead" and "undead". So Gianna didn't hesitate to shoot those Terran nobles, and now she is very busy. Suddenly, news of a joint meeting of the three camps came, and it happened that Varian volunteered to go. Although Gianna is very concerned about this matter, because the target is the undead, she really can't pull away, those damn aristocratic scumbags dare to join forces to resist?! ）

"Second Commander of the Alliance?"

Although he had known the identity of the other party for a long time, Lexa couldn't help but take a serious look at Varian after hearing it, and then smiled, "It's okay, so to receive you, I have to be here, the chief of the ogre clan, and the commander of the tribe's Northern Combined Legion." ”

"Hehe, the North? That is, there is also a southern one, huh? You're not just in third place in the orc tribe, right? "Varian, yes, no, all sarcasm.

But Lexa wasn't angry, "yes, there's a southern." But...... The north has to deal with the dark night, and the south only needs a certain alliance of the other party, and the difficulty is different. On the dark side of the night, after a battle, we only advanced 70,000 yards, as for the southern side? Hehe...... Saranar Fortress, a small half-thousand-needle stone forest...... Misha, how do you describe that......"

"Roaring ......" (Xiong language: this is really MMP)

"Boom!"

The table shook violently, and Varian slapped it again.

Several murderous eyes instantly intertwined in the air, and the atmosphere became calm for a moment. Murderous aura, anger or something surged up in an instant.

After a long time, Garrod, who had not spoken, finally spoke, broke the deadlock and said, "Okay, don't make any noise." Let's get down to business and relax. ”

“……”

"Who are you?" Varian hasn't seen Garrod, he doesn't even have relevant information, he only knows that the other party's important person in the dark night is a legendary hero?

It's just that...... It feels a little weak......

"I, how can I say it, the commander-in-chief of the military in the dark night, anyway, the military in the dark night, I can be the master for the time being." Garrod shrugged, indicating that this was about the way things were.

"Can you really call the shots? Your strength ......" Lexa also looked a little unconvinced.

Although Lexa has been receiving the words of the night to belittle the Terran Alliance, Garrod is not at all happy, because the war of the 70,000 yards of territory lost by Ashengu has a lot to do with him. So Garrod doesn't really have the slightest affection for Lexa.

Garrod analyzed coldly: "Do you say strength? I'm probably the worst of the legendary heroes...... After all, I've just broken through, I've been seriously injured, and then something happened, and I've been stuck in the bottleneck for 10,000 years. Well, that's probably it. But I'm the current military commander of Dark Night, so you don't have to doubt this, and you don't have to doubt it. ”

"Really?" Lexa nodded casually, "Then we can get down to business." ”

"Hmm."

"Yes."

Everyone finally calmed down.

"At the moment we have information that only the undead are going to wage war, and the location is on the East Coast. For this vague information, there is no specific time, landing location, or enemy intelligence. Lexa gestured to the Dark Dancer standing behind Garrod, "These, he was there at the time, you don't believe you can ask him." ”

Seeing Garrod and Varian look over, the Dark Dancer nodded in certainty.

Then Lexa knocked on the table and asked, "Then what do you think of the fight?" ”

Garrod thought for a moment and said, "Well, I think we can only focus on defense for the time being. Compared to our Dark Night, the most prosperous part of your tribe, including the capital, where we now live in Orgrim, is on the east coast; And the same goes for the Dust Swamp and the Isle of Theramore of your Alliance, both on the east coast of the continent of Kalimdor. How to defend these two areas is the key point. ”

Varian and Lexa both nodded in agreement.

"But we have a strong navy, and if they come to Theramore, it would be more to me, and we'll bury them on the sea," Varian said. ”

Lexa also followed and said: "That's right, if you attack the key areas guarded by our navy head-on, they will definitely not be able to eat and walk around." I don't think they're so stupid, and their leader is a resourceful man. ”

"Oh? Have you met their leaders? Who is it? Could it be Alsace? ”

"No, it's a legendary hero-level Dark Ranger who calls himself the Queen of Darkness, called... Sylvanas Windranger. ”

"Bang!"

The sudden sound startled several heroes present, and the camp heroes behind the big guys even pulled out their weapons and guarded each other.

But the next moment, everyone took a closer look, only to realize that it was just the sound of a teacup cracking.

It's Varian's teacup.

Varian, who has always behaved calmly and majesticly, doesn't know why he is stunned like a fool at the moment.

Sylvanas Windranger.

A name that evoked the depths of his memory......