Putting aside Sylvanas's illusions, Aurelia is much calmer, of course, because she has signed a contract with Orson, and knows what Orsen has experienced before. ―].

The legendary god destroyer mage of Covison, the son of the Grand Duke of HP, and the Lord of the Hokage's world, these identities may only be the lowest in HP, but if you think about it carefully, the Grand Duke of HP is already equivalent to the son of the king of the HP magic world, above the Ministry of Magic, the only official organization in the HP magic world. Of course, the specific strength is not proportional, but the status cannot be faked.

With so many heavy identities, especially the identity of God Slayer Mage and Lord of the World, it doesn't seem so shocking to contact a few races in Azeroth and expand the power of the High Elves.

So she seemed a little indifferent, and her face was always very indifferent.

As for the male elf of the Star-Eyed Family, he didn't think about these complicated issues, he only knew who the person he obeyed was, and he could obey all the orders of the other party. What are the consequences of the order, he is too lazy to think about and will not think.

On the other hand, the minotaurs were also stunned by Aosen's words, and many people nodded proudly, as if they thought of the past glory and current decline of the minotaurs. However, fortunately, the Minotaur race itself has not degenerated, although it is no longer the main race of the Big 6, and there is little contact with the outside world, but the strength of the Minotaur is still widely known, and even human countries occasionally have the figure of the Minotaur. And be respected by humans. After all, such a mighty warrior as a minotaur. Very rare indeed.

Only a very small number of minotaurs realized the powerful power behind Orson's series of actions, and if the High Elves were really able to pull these few races into their chariots, then the strength of this alliance would not need to be said at all. Even the alliance of humans and Night Elves, the two strongest races in the world, is probably no match for this powerful chariot. The thought of being a member of this chariot made the minotaurs' breath a little shorter.

In the end, only a handful remained. will think about the risks involved. After all, there are only three main speaking races in Azeroth, humans, high elves, and night elves. If the High Elves want to restore the glory of those minority races, what will humans and Night Elves think? Don't look at the fact that humans have a good relationship with the High Elves now, but the honeymoon period between the two races has actually long passed, and now the two races have a good relationship on the surface, but they already have a mutual grudge in private, as long as there is a suitable reality, it is not a problem to go to war directly.

And Kalimdor's Night Elves, not to mention the relationship with the High Elves. Although we are of the same race, we have different philosophies. Let the contradictions continue to intensify. It wasn't until after the first invasion of the Burning Legion that the Night Elves thoroughly regarded these companions as enemies. Although they still can't kill, they are expelled from their homeland, and it is impossible for the High Elves to have no fire in their hearts. Moreover, the Night Elves have always been more repulsive to these degenerate minority races, and the High Elves have already had contradictions with the Night Elves, and now they have to justify these minority races in front of the whole big 6.

What would the Night Elves think? What will they do? Will the two sides go to war?

These are all questions that the high-level Minotaur needs to think about, they are now tied to the High Elves, and the news that the High Elves have helped them migrate, although it has not yet been transmitted, but I am afraid that in another month or two, the Night Elves will get the news first, then the humans, and then the entire Big 6. When the time comes, the Minotaurs, who are isolated in Kalimdor, will bear the brunt of the thunderous blows of the Night Elves.

The Night Elves have hundreds of millions of troops, far from being able to deal with the current Minotaurs.

In terms of flexibility, these two-legged long ears are no less than centaurs, in terms of martial arts, they are not inferior to the High Elves, in terms of archery, they are the top 6, they also have druids, priests, treants and nightblades, once such a war machine moves, it is tantamount to a catastrophe for the Minotaurs. Therefore, the Minotaur higher-ups are now very worried, they don't know where Orson got the confidence to be able to get the support of the high-level High Elves smoothly.

If the High Elf leadership doesn't support it, it's fine, but once it does, the possibility of war breaking out is definitely small, so that the Minotaur leadership now doesn't know whether to expect the High Elf leadership to agree or to expect them to refuse.

But no matter what these people think, the meeting still has to continue, and Orson is the main supporter, and the Minotaur has no strength to oppose it for the time being, so he can only agree. And most of the Minotaurs feel that this thing is good in their hearts, and a few of the Minotaur high-level want to oppose it, but there is no way to start it.

As a result, the war between the boar people and the centaurs continued, showing that it had spread to the entire barren land, the initial resistance of the boar people was not successful, the short-legged and clumsy boar people were unable to resist the centaurs who came and went like the wind, and the boar people themselves were too scattered and scattered throughout the barren land, and the result was that they were unable to organize an effective defense at all, so that the centaurs continued to break through, and soon entered the barren land in full swing, and launched a battle between the two middle races on the long and wide enough front of the barren land.

"Smack!"

A wooden cup was slammed to the ground.

The staff was tossed aside by him, like a stick for dung, dirty and gray.

"These idiots! Can't they see that this is a conspiracy of the Minotaurs! Give them some food and borrow their land for migration. Those centaurs are also idiots, since they are going after the minotaurs, why not change directions! Do they have to chase and kill along the minotaur walk, are they all stupid? ”

, the palms of the hands slapped on the low wooden table.

The Juggernaut Ramstad sat aside and did not speak, but raised his glass and kept drinking, glass after glass, the fruit wine made by the wild boar people themselves, the degree was very low, and the taste was extremely poor. But for wild boar people who are by no means picky eaters. It's already a rare delicacy. Most of the boar people don't have enough to eat right now. The fact that they can have wine made from grain and fruit shows the lofty status of their status.

, resounded throughout the depths of the razor swamp, but the other collars sat in their positions and said nothing, and each lowered his eyes like an old monk in a fixed state.

Xu was tired of scolding, maybe his mouth was dry, and he scolded for five minutes. , sat in his place, took a glass and took a few sips of wine, then took a deep breath and turned to look at the others.

"Let's talk about what we should do."

"What to do, since it is the trouble caused by the minotaur, let the minotaur solve it himself. The boar people on the front line retreated, giving up the battlefield to the minotaurs, and let them solve the conflict on their own. ”

Gguru said in a muffled voice. He's a pure boar man, why do you say that? Because compared to the others present. His brain was a little slower. It's not that he's not smart enough, it's that he doesn't bother to think about it at all, if there is any problem, others can solve it, and he is only responsible for fighting.

"I don't agree."

Jagba the Dead Whisperer shook his head and put down the glass in his hand.

"As far as I know, the Steelmane Clan is now in battle with the centaurs, and they have suffered the heaviest losses during this time, they can't even guarantee food, the old people, children and women have been sent to the rear, and they are now left with pure warriors to fight on the front line, if they are allowed to withdraw at this time, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not make trouble. In the same situation as them, there are also the Iron Fang Clan and the Black Hoof Clan, both of which have also suffered heavy damage, and Balmain of the Iron Fang Clan has also been assassinated, making it impossible for them to give up. ”

"It's all a bunch of bastards, and they don't want to think about it, how did Balmain get assassinated? The Centaur has a chieftain on its side, and we have also died on our side, which is clearly a conspiracy of the Minotaurs, who just want us to intensify the conflict with the centaurs, so as to help them share the pressure, or even directly help them carry it down. Why don't these idiots just move their pig brains and think about it! ”

Karga was angry as soon as he said it, angry at the stupidity of these pigs' heads, angry at the cunning of the minotaurs, angry at some other reason unknown.

"It's useless to say these things now, their brains have been carried away by hatred, they only think about revenge now, and it's absolutely impossible to let them retreat now."

The unhurried tone of the Dead Whisperer Jagba made the anger in Kargar's heart even stronger.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, do you want to let them fight with the centaurs all the time? What if we can defeat the centaurs? Let the minotaur pick up the cheap for nothing? ”

"I'll talk about it later, and that's your duty, you're in charge of the general direction of the entire boar people, I'm just stating a fact, how to do it, don't ask me, I don't know."

"You ......"

Kargar was angry, his eyes were round, and the lightning light on his body flashed, as the most powerful shaman of the Boar People clan, he was a real hero, lightning and wind and earthquake or something, that was not easy to come by?

"Stop arguing."

Ramstad, the Lord who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, grabbed Kargar's arm, ignored the lightning on him, pulled him to sit down, and then looked like the Dead Whisperer to show his displeasure.

"There is no point in making noise now, the war between the boar man and the centaur is impossible to stop. Pass the order down, and let the red-eyed, black-eyed, black-nosed, steel-toothed, thorn-back, iron-spine and other clans get ready to send soldiers to support the front line at any time. Let the four clans of Brownhoof, Blackmane, Whitemane, and Thornbeard raise food and send it to the front line as quickly as possible. As for the children and women of these clans, they can be sent to Razor Ridge, and I will let my clan provide them with a place to live. ”

"Ramstad, what are you doing here? Do you still want to support this war? ”

As soon as Calgar heard the words of the ruler Ramstad, he became even more angry, and a pair of small eyes widened, staring at Ramstad, waiting for his answer.

"What if you don't support it, the glory of the boar people cannot be tarnished, although we have no glory now, but we have such a large population, if we all take the initiative to retreat, what will the other races think of us? Since the death of the Father, the situation of the boar people has plummeted, the Night Elves do not agree with our status, the other races of the Big 6 are also us beggars and garbage, we can only survive in the barren land, and the other lands are not allowed for us to set foot in, haven't you had enough of this life? Now is a good opportunity, we need this battle to show other races the blood and strength of the boar people, let them know that we boar people are not only a race that knows how to eat and sleep, we can also fight, and we can also defeat the enemy. ”

The voice of the ruler Ramstad was not loud, it could even be said to be very slight, as if he was afraid of being heard by the guards around him. But when his words fell into the ears of the others, they were like a thunderbolt, and the breathing of Jagba, Gguru, and Agm the Hunter became a little shorter, and their eyes became slightly red.

And the enraged Agathyros let out a thunderous roar deep in his throat, and his hooves involuntarily stepped on the ground, making the ground tremble for a while.

The furious Agathyrus is the direct bloodline of Agamagan, which integrates the bloodline of Agamagan, and its body is not half-human, half-pig like the Boar Man, but a pure boar form. This appearance makes him inconvenient in daily life, but he maintains his strength more than others. It does not speak the lingua franca, and the Father's linguistic talent has not been inherited by him, but its mind is clear and intelligent enough.

Hearing the Lord Ramstad say this, it immediately remembered its father, who had died when he was a child, and its big eyes turned blood-red, and streams of blood and qi were released from its body, and it was full of fighting spirit.

"Agasyros, don't get excited, don't get excited, now is not our chance to make a move, wait, wait, wait until the centaurs continue to go deeper, let's give them a ruthless one."

Ramsta didn't expect his words to make Agasyros react so violently, and hurriedly comforted, to say that the highest status of these people present is Karga, but the most important thing is Agasyros, he is the bloodline of Agamargan, once it is angry, even if it dismantles the razor swamp, others dare not say anything, it also has such an ability, so Ramsta hurriedly persuaded him, he didn't want his words to let this big guy tear down his own home. (To be continued!)

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