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"Great Chief, take a step to speak." Chief Kane stepped back and distanced himself from the soldiers. Thrall looked at Chief Kane with interest, and stepped forward.

"There is indeed a calamity in the Eastern Kingdom, and Hamuel has confirmed it. The Burning Legion has arrived. ”

Sal's eyes flashed brightly, and he took a deep breath and said, "Chief, I understand. ”

Thrall turned around and yelled, "All soldiers unarmed and ready to stand." Human mage, I have something to say to you. ”

Gianna put down the support and walked over slowly. Sal and Gianna stood in the middle of the valley and began to talk.

"Human mage, your eastern kingdom has fallen, and now that the Burning Legion has risen, I think we should put aside our hatred and meet the enemy together." Sal said.

Gianna glanced at Fuhang and Sylvanas. I saw that both of them nodded and smiled at her, and she herself knew a rough idea. It seems that this Minotaur clan was brought by Fuhang and Sylvanas. Although Gianna didn't know what was going on with the Burning Legion, the most important thing now was to protect her mage forces first.

Gianna was very tempted, and the tension on her face eased slightly. However, instead of letting her guard down on the orcs, Gianna continued to ask, "We can make an alliance with the tribe, but we don't know how to form an alliance with the tribe." Should the army be run by the tribe, or will the tribal army allow us to lead ourselves? ”

Sal said without even thinking about it: "Of course you are under the command of our tribe, do you want to rely on these hundreds of people to be equal to our tribe?" ”

Rejected like that? No! This is the bottom line, if the human mage is under the jurisdiction of the orc tribe, it must be restricted everywhere and cannot move on its own. Does that still have the meaning of the mage army? In addition, if this battle is won, the humans and orcs will still be in close combat, and when the time comes, won't the mage troops under the fence just happen to be caught in the urn?

Such an outcome is something Gianna does not want to see. As a great leader, she has a long-term vision. Gianna's idea at this time was how to do her best for her mage troops and try to preserve the pair of mages Dalaran.

"If the Great Chief doesn't agree, then we will fight the tribe to the death!" Gianna clenched her fists and raised her arms and shouted.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Voices came from the mage troops, expressing the determination of this lone army.

Silent Thrall, he repeatedly grasped the handle of the hammer of destruction and pondered the matter. In Kalimdor, there are not many forces that can compete with the Burning Legion, and on this continent, except for the Night Elves and their own nascent tribes, there is no strong fighting power.

Even with other fighting powers, Thrall was sure that these forces would not defend against Akmund, and in turn, they would most likely be lackeys of the Burning Legion.

Thrall was approached by a long-haired troll, a strange-looking troll with red cockscomb hair and long, slender white fangs, and an uncomfortable appearance. Strangely enough, however, Fu Hang had a good impression of the troll in his heart, and there was a hint of friendliness emanating from the troll's body, which matched the aura of the Great Chief of Thrall.

Is it Woking? Fuhang recalls the identity of the long-haired troll. The power of this troll priest is very affable, and it is not surprising that Fuhang has a crush on him.

Wojin whispered to Thrall, "Great Chief, the Burning Legion is no ordinary army, Azeroth was taught their invasion 10,000 years ago. It was a history that I didn't want to look back on. The world crumbled, the sky was filled with fire clouds, and the earth trembled. Now that they are back, we must gather all our strength to resist this demonic army. ”

Sal nodded, his gaze on the burning Gianna. He had a crush on the human, as Gianna looked like an old friend of his.

"Alright humans, I agree to an alliance, and you can join us in the name of the alliance." Sal said after taking a step back.

Such an outcome made no difference to Sal, who in his plan was to strengthen the Horde, he would have to make a truce with the Alliance, win over the Clan, and gather strength. The current alliance forces are undoubtedly above the tribes.

If the Horde had reconciled with the Alliance in the name of the Horde at this time, then for at least ten years, the Union and the Horde would not have made any more huge moves. Then the tribe can build a tribal capital on Kalimdor to keep the light and obscurity.

Fuhang gave Gianna a thumbs up, which means that he is neither humble nor arrogant, and has the demeanor of a general. Gianna secretly glanced at Fuhang, and said relaxedly, "Then, we will sign a covenant tonight." ”

Chief Kane applauded, "Well, it's tonight." Let history remember this moment, the alliance and the tribe are the alliance to defeat the enemy! ”

Before the sun set, she shyly hid behind the fiery red sunset, and the glow reflected on the peaks of Stonetalon Mountain, making this battlefield that had just passed through the war look a little bleak. The leaders stood in Stonetalon Valley, each thinking about the interests of their own race.

Suddenly, a black crow that jumped and fell appeared in front of everyone. Green smoke filled the air, and a human mage, wearing a black hood, emerged from the circle above the grass.

"Leaders, you may have encountered the coming danger, but the next thing needs you to do. The Warsong clan in the north has already exchanged fire with the Night Elves, let go of the hatred, and the enemy will soon arrive in Kalimdor. "This mysterious person is Medivan, and now that he has come to make soy sauce again, Fuhang looked at him unpleasantly for a while.

"Prophet?" Gianna Sal and the others shouted.

Damn, I didn't expect this pretending to be a ghost Medivan still has a lot of people who are in awe of him. Why, I helped you with all my heart, and I didn't see you compliment me.

Fu Hang rubbed his shoulders again, looked at Medivan with resentment, and thought unhappily.

Medivan seemed to notice Fuhang's eyes.

Medivan's lips twitched under his hood, but no one heard what he was saying. Because of these words, only Fuhang heard them.

"You are changing the history of Azeroth, young human mage, you may have the power to reach the heavens, but I still have to advise you, you still have to walk the way you have taken."

Soy sauce Medivin left these few words and flew away again.

Leaving Fuhang alone in place. Not a word.

What the hell does this old man mean? Could it be that he has changed the history of Azeroth?