"The Boar People are a great race, and although they are now in decline, they cannot but admit that their ancestor, Agamagan, was indeed a hero."

As soon as Orson opened his mouth, he first corrected the name of the boar man.

As soon as these words came out, the brows of many minotaurs immediately furrowed, including Kane, but immediately after, their brows were sent away. What Orson said was indeed right, if it weren't for Agamagan, the Burning Legion would not have failed so quickly, and it was even possible that they would not have failed at all, and if Sargeras really came to Azeroth, it would definitely be a disaster, for all races on Azeroth.

So Agamagan's sacrifice is crucial and significant, and the world has forgotten his merits, but the Minotaur will not.

It's just that because of the current "sloppy" image of the wild boar people, they subconsciously forgot about this, and now that Orson mentioned it again, many minotaurs sighed in their hearts. Who would have thought that after the former heroes, they would end up in the current situation, and it is not just a sentence.

"Myself, in fact, I have always hoped that the boar people can rise again, we can't let the heroes shed blood and tears, their descendants have not made any mistakes, just because the night elves did not accept them, and the result ended up like this, what we need to do now is not only to help the boar people get through the current difficulties, but also to help them get out of the shadow of their ancestors."

Aosen's voice was very loud, and his tone was full of loftiness, but this was in line with the temperament of the minotaur, and many minotaurs nodded in agreement.

Kane's face was a little strange, and he heard a different meaning from Orson's tone. He glanced thoughtfully at Orson. Didn't speak.

"How do you help them come out of the shadows? They must be allowed to regain their lost honor. But how can this honor be recovered? After all, they have fallen for too long, too long. The vast majority of the young boar people have forgotten their ancestors, and their current habits have long been integrated into their blood and soul, and it is definitely not easy to change them. But isn't it easy to do it? No way! The Burning Legion's defeat was only temporary, and it was to be expected that they would come back when they had the chance.

When the time comes, you. If I and everyone else can become heroes, will our descendants also become boar people? I don't know, but I think we have to change that.

First, we need to let the boar people know the pain. Their lives are too comfortable now, and generation after generation of boar people continue this wrong course, and they have gone too far to turn back. Basically impossible. Then we simply don't let them turn back and directly destroy their current path. Then give them a new path, a path to the light! ”

Orson waved his hand as he spoke, his tone full of strength, making many minotaurs nod their heads involuntarily.

"So, we have to make them accept the loss, and the worse the loss, the more dilapidated their existing roads will become, until they are completely destroyed. But we can't sit back and watch the pigmen exterminate the race, what we need is the rising boar people, not the wild boar people who destroy the miè. So I think it's better to come to the aid of the Boar People after they've lost five or ten clans' combat power. And we can't help food, we can only help them with the tools and seeds they need, the boar people need to have their own land, have their own farmland, and take the lead in the name of the High Elves, and the minotaur and the harpy can join together, declare to the big 6, recognize the status of the boar people as the main race, and correct their ancestors! ”

Orson said firmly, and the eyes of many minotaurs were straight.

"But will the High Elves agree......"

Lagas asked subconsciously. And glanced at the four high elves beside Aosen, three of whom were the three sisters of the Brancher, who were the captain of the Flame Eagle Spellbreaker and were directly responsible to Aosen. These four will be Orson's right-hand men for a long time to come, so their opinions are also important. Lagas didn't think that the High Elves would agree to such an instrument, and the arrogance of the High Elves doomed them to be unable to be in the company of the "lowly and dirty" race of the Boar People, so he still had some doubts about Orson's plan.

"I'll go tell you."

With a wave of his hand, Orson stopped Lacas's questioning.

"The High Elves are committed to the peace of Azeroth, we use magic, but we love magic, we love this world even more, we love all the races in this world, so, no matter what other people think, let alone what other races think, we High Elves have to take their own stand. Supporting the Boar People is only the first step, and in the coming days, we will support more minority races to recreate the glory of their ancestors! ”

Orson said solemnly, I don't know, I really think that he is a righteous warrior for the sake of the minority race. It's like Wen Lesa, who looked at Orson with bright eyes at this time, and her big watery eyes were full of adoration.

Sylvanas' eyes lit up, too, but she didn't think the same way as Winlessa. Sylvanas is smart and ambitious, and the Windranger family is no longer able to support her growth, and she needs more space. But until then, he had been in charge of the Far Wanderer troops, and he had to guard Quel'Thalas, so he couldn't go out at all.

To go on an expedition in an outland, you need someone more powerful, and Aurelia became the choice. And it was a bit of a waste to escort Ronin and let Sylvanas go, so Wen Lesa was sent. As a result, she happened to be stuck in the middle, and she was naturally unhappy. Now that I finally have the opportunity to come out, but I have become a former little brother's subordinate, and it is impossible to say in my heart that I will not be disappointed.

But now, it seems to be a little different.

She accurately judged Orson's thoughts, and was even more excited about her own phenomenon.

She realized that if Orson's actions were supported by the High Elves higher-ups, and all of them were successful, the High Elves would have a large number of strong allies. Not to mention the current minotaurs and harpies, the boar people generally lack IQ, and if the few high-level people who are smart enough have their hearts towards the High Elves - they can't do it if they don't, then they can't help you, and the High Elf Wizard Legion has never been a decoration.

If this operation to subdue the boar people is successful, it will undoubtedly create a good example, there are still many minority races in this world, and there are not a few who have been glorious and are now declining, but Sylvanas knows that there are several.

The current boar people, as well as the bear monster, Sartre, Naga...... These races, which were once glorious in recent times, are now gone. Among them, especially Naga and Sartre, they were originally High Elves, but one was mutated by the energy due to the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and the other was forcibly changed by demons, but in the final analysis, their essence is the same, they are both once noble and elegant High Elves. There may be something wrong with the Naga, Queen Aishhara is not dead, she has become the queen of the Naga clan now, and if she wants to return, it will inevitably have an impact on the royal family of the High Elves, unless Queen Aishhara is willing to endure it.

Sartre didn't have so many problems.

The first satyr was Harvis, a man Sylvanas knew, who had been Queen Azhara's first advisor, the queen's most trusted and closest subordinate, and one of the main culprits in attracting the Burning Legion, and who brought more and more suffering to his race as the War of the Ancients progressed...... Malfurion completely destroyed his sinful body.

Harvey paid the price for his loss.

Sargeras tortured his bodyless soul for a long time, but eventually decided that Harvey still had some use. He recast a body for Harveys, a body with cracked hooves, unkempt legs of lamb, goat-like horns, razor-sharp claws, and a long lion's tail.

Saty-Harvis was defeated in the Battle of the Ancients. That's right, Harvey died again, and at the hands of Malfurion. But later Sartyrs revered him as their Creator. As part of his corrosive powers, Harvey possessed the ability to use demonic curses to turn other creatures into satyrs, which is why the second, third, and many later satyrs were born. And the new Sartre can corrupt the next generation of Sartre, and let the Sartre family prosper. However, the effectiveness of this curse has waned significantly in recent years, so it is rare to see a new Sartre these days.

Sartre's corrosion has been passed down from generation to generation. Their greatest pleasure is to indulge themselves in being a slayer, even though their nature remains, and then to wreak havoc on their opponents. Sartre was both reckless and not impatient. They are patient predators and enjoy the fear of their prey in pursuit – but sometimes their bloodthirsty and sadistic nature takes hold. Most of the satyrs were thieves or fraudsters, calm enough to lurk in the shadows of the woods waiting to ambush unprepared travelers, but when the battle began, they usually acted rather frantically.

Sartre society was relatively loose, and they basically operated in small ethnic groups. Each ethnic group has its own different tasks. Sartre hated those who did not serve the Legion, and their personal relationship was poor. However, all of Sartyrs have at least one thing in common, they don't share the same sky as any Night Elves. This coincides with the High Elves, who also hate their own kind, expelling themselves from their homeland, and at any time the right time, the High Elves will look forward to returning, even if they do not want to live there permanently, but it is their homeland, where they were born and raised. (To be continued......)

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