In the town hall of the Red Ridge Mountain Fortress, a long table is placed in the center of the hall, and on either side are the Stormwind Kingdom humans and the Frostwolf Clan orcs, which is a negotiation style that is very characteristic of human society.

What? orc-style negotiations? Oh, it's all sitting around a big campfire, eating meat and drinking.

At this moment, Durotan was frowning, thinking about the peace agreement proposed by King Lane on behalf of the Alliance.

There were three paths ahead of him:

The first way, wait for the right time, head north to the Alterac Valley region, where the icy climate is very similar to the Frostwolf Clan's homeland of Frostfire Ridge, where the Frostwolf Clan will re-establish their home in the depths of the Alterac Mountains, and must never respond to the Horde's call again, and must live independently and neutrally.

The second way, wait for the opportunity, go to the wetland area, and settle in the mild and humid environment of the wetland, where the land is still fertile, the climate is neither hot nor cold, and it is very suitable for the survival and reproduction of creatures, but correspondingly, the frostwolf clan must join the alliance and connect with the Stormwind Kingdom and the dwarves and gnomes.

The third way, across the endless sea, to the barren land of the Kalimdor continent, that vast land is twice as large as the frostfire ridge, but the climate is arid, lack of water, and it is difficult to grow large areas of crops, correspondingly, the frostwolf orcs can have great autonomy, in addition to prohibiting hooking up with the tribe that is now heading north, the frostwolf clan likes to toss and toss, and everyone will be a member of the world of Azeroth in the future.

Seeing her husband's expression, Draka squeezed Durontan's large hand hard, and the latter turned his head to look at his wife's trusting eyes.

Drakar, a strong orc, has always been her best helper and loved by her people, and she is also a glorious warrior who is not inferior to anyone.

Durotan exhaled heavily, his mind already decided.

The first path cannot be taken, not to mention that the Alterac Mountains are located in the hinterland of the northern human kingdoms, and they are surrounded by enemies on all sides, even if absolute neutrality is restored, presumably no one wants to communicate and trade with the frostwolf clan, that is, they are trapped alive, and they will always be in the hands of others.

The second path is also not to be taken, or rather unwilling to be taken.

Although the wetland area is the best place to settle, the price to pay is to join the alliance and then face his former compatriot and old friend Orgrim, which Durotan absolutely disagrees with.

Even if the tribe is lured and degraded by Guldan's evil power, even if the orcs have lost their former nobility and glory, they are still tribes, they are still their own compatriots, and it is not an act of glory to meet them, which will disgrace the ancestors.

Then there is only a third way to choose, with the Night Elves providing a fleet of ships, migrating across the sea to the completely unknown and unfamiliar continent of Kalimdor.

The name Barren Land is not a pleasant place to hear, but the Frostwolf Clan at least has absolute autonomy there, and freedom is the most important thing, isn't it.

Orcs can endure hardship, warriors are tenacious, and as long as they manage it carefully, the barren land will always become a new home for the frostwolf clan.

"On behalf of the Frostwolf Clan, I make the following decisions... Durotan glanced around the crowd and spoke slowly.

"The Frostwolf Clan has chosen the third path, and we will cross the sea to settle in the continent of Kalimdor, hoping that the Night Elves will keep their promise and give us what you call the barren land. ”

On the other side of the table, Hu Feng, who was sitting next to King Lane, smiled, "Don't worry, it's not just you orcs who know how to respect promises, credibility and glory... Now that you have made your decision, and I have full authority to represent the Night Elves, I have to remind you again ... ”

Speaking of this, Boss Hu sat up straight and looked directly at Durotan opposite.

"When the Frostwolf Clan has gone to their new homeland, consider themselves a member of the world of Azeroth, completely abandon their former identity as tribal invaders, and contribute to any danger or disaster in this world. ”

Hearing this, Durontan nodded, "Of course, this is very reasonable, our Frostwolf Clan does not have cowards, and we value glory, and we will not evade the mission and responsibility on our shoulders, if there is a disaster that threatens this world, we will also contribute our strength to fight for Azeroth... Of course, I also hope that the Night Elves can start a long-term trade exchange with the Frostwolf Clan. ”

"It's easy to say, as long as you no longer have anything to do with the evil orc tribes in the Eastern Kingdom continent, then the Night Elves will naturally treat you equally and establish trade relations and racial exchanges with you. ”

"So, I don't have any problems, the Frostwolf Clan can set off at any time. ”

Durotan got up, signed his name on the contract in front of him, and slashed his palm with a dagger, dripping blood on it.

"In the name of the Ancestors, the Frostwolf Clan will keep their oath. ”

Seeing this, King Ryan immediately put on a smiling face, and then motioned for several waiters to come in with delicate wine glasses.

"Then now we are no longer enemies, Azeroth is a friendly world, our alliance is also an inclusive organization, common development is what we pursue, war has never been the first consideration, for a new peace, cheers. ”

Ryan got up, raised his glass, and gestured to Durotan.

Durontan grinned and threw his head back.

"You human wine is too weak, when we settle down and make our own frost and fire spirits again, you will know what real wine is, hahaha. ”

Ryan couldn't laugh or cry, "This is Mirror Lake wine, it's a wine that is suitable for a slow sip, it's not like that, you and the dwarves must have a common topic... Come on, on the thunder ale. ”

"Ahh That's right. ”

Hearing the word Thunder Ale, Durotan nodded.

After the negotiations, King Lane's party returned to Tempest, and Durotan set out to return to the border between the Red Ridge Mountains and the Burning Plains, dismantling the temporary defenses, and gathering all his people to the Golden Sands region of the Western Wilderness under the escort of the human army.

There they will board ships en masse and head to the continent of Kalimdor across the sea.

"Do you have a baby with Draka?" Before leaving, Boss Hu leaned over to Durotan and asked.

Durotan immediately bowed respectfully, he now knew that this master was the true god who had killed the evil god who had helped the tribe invade the world of Azeroth, oh, the incarnation of the god's will in the mortal world.

"Yes, Lord God, we have a son, and his name is Gouyle... It was only because of Gul'dan's sorcery that my child had now turned into that green-skinned person, and I entrusted him to my friend Orgrim before I carried out the Broken Queen's orders. ”

Durotan gritted his teeth and said, with undisguised hatred on his face.

Boss Hu pursed his lips when he heard this, and nodded.

"Hmmm... Rest assured, this kid is good, and he will be a wise chief in the future. ”

Du Longtan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then thought that the Titan gods could spy on the future, which was not unusual, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"Thank you for your advice. ”

Well, this Gouyle still has a long way to go.

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