Kalimdor, Teldashir Island, the camp of the Night Elves was boiling and there was an uproar.

"No, how can we ally ourselves with these bone clubs, they are lackeys of the Burning Legion, the product of desecration of nature, Deer Helm, we must not do this! Malady Malfurion would never agree to do that! ”

I saw a druid stand up, and said angrily to the undead standing there in the tent, his eyes full of indignation.

The representative of the orcs, the Grand Chief of Thrall, dressed in black armor, sat quietly to the side, his eyes swept over the green-haired druid and the undead representative who presided over the meeting from time to time, and remained silent and silent.

On the other side of him, Gianna was in a trance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Blamed by the druids of the clan, Vandal? The deer helmet's cousin was unhurried, rolled his eyes at the druid, and said calmly: "Nalarex, it's not that we want to ally with the undead now, but we have to make an alliance with the undead. On the other side of the sea, the High Elves who were once expelled by us are organizing an army with their human allies and dwarven allies to cross the sea, and if we don't ally with the undead, what can we do against them? ”

"Those Alliance people are here for these orcs and undead, but they have nothing to do with us Night Elves!" The druid said unconvinced, and then glanced at Thrall, who was sitting on the side, with a look of disgust, and said in a word: "I heard that these orcs are all from another world, and I don't know if they are really credible, don't be taken advantage of." Let us be a disaster for others in vain. ”

Because of the arrival of the Burning Legion and the orcs, even the demigods died at the hands of the other party. The Night Elves generally don't have a good opinion of the Orcs, and listen to Nalarex at this time. Almost all of the Night Elves unanimously disagreed with the decision of the Grand Druid Deer Helm, and many of the Night Elves sneered directly at the orcs in the tent.

"You guys!" Standing beside Thrall, how could the orcs who came with him endure this, and jumped out directly and wanted to do it, but they were held by Thrall deadly.

The orc chief didn't speak, just quietly looked at the deer helmet in the tent, he believed that since the other party could let them come to the business council alliance, then they must have made sufficient preparations.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw Lu Helmet's face sank. shouted: "Give me peace!" ”

After all, it was the famous ancient night elves, and as soon as the deer helmet spoke, the entire camp fell silent.

With a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, Deer Helmet looked at the Night Elves with unconvinced faces and said slowly, "The Alliance's army has nothing to do with us here? I don't know if you dare to say this to me again after knowing that Malfurion has died at the hands of the blood elves! ”

There was a brief silence, and then the whole tent exploded.

"What?"

"It can't be!"

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The Night Elves had a look of disbelief on their faces, who was Malfurion? That is the leader of all the druids, the ancient Night Elves who have survived from antiquity, who led the Night Elves to two victories over the Burning Legion. To say that he was killed in battle would hardly be believed by any Night Elf. But they were also the Night Elves' higher-ups, and they knew very well that there was no way for Deer Helmets to joke about such a thing, even if not the evidence was conclusive. He didn't dare say that.

"Deer Helm, that's not true, is it?" A druid asked, purssing his lips at the Deerhelm.

One after the other. The Night Elves looked at it too, and there was even a hint of pleading in their eyes. Hopefully he'll say it's just a joke.

But the deer helmet took a deep breath and said firmly, "It's true." Not long ago, Illidan returned, and he saw the head of Malfurion with his own eyes, and not only that, but he also said that the High Priest of Tyrande had also fallen into the hands of the Blood Elves! ”

There was an awkward silence, and one of the Night Elves forced a laugh: "Illidan, that's just an exiled traitor, how can you believe his words?" I see—"

"You know when it comes to Tyrande's safety, there's no way he's going to lie!" Deerhelm interrupted him directly, and then added: "Then I sent people to the Arivas River, where Malfurion was attacked, and reported that it had been burned to the ground, and there were still many remains of the Treants on the ground, at least it is certain that Malfurion was indeed attacked there by a master who was good at harnessing fire, and if I guessed correctly, the prince of the blood elves took action himself!" ”

At this moment, even the most confident in Malfurion was shaken, and Illidan's love for Tyrande was known to all Night Elves, and he could not have lied when it came to the latter's safety; The prestige of the blood elf prince, they have also heard more or less, those orcs who were defeated in the second war mentioned World War II, the first impression is not how heroic the warriors of the human race are, nor how fierce the griffins of the dwarves are, but the powerful magic of the blood elf prince, the kind of terrifying power that manipulates the flame beast to slaughter the dragon wantonly, and exterminate nearly 10,000 orcs in one hand. Even the orcs, who have always been afraid of heaven and earth, are so jealous, and the strength of the blood elf prince can be seen, if he really makes a move against Malfurion, the great druid really may not survive.

Seeing with satisfaction that the higher-ups in the clan were silent, the deer helmet smiled with satisfaction, and asked again, "Is there anyone still opposing the undead alliance?" ”

This time no one spoke up, as the leader of the Grand Druid Malfurion? Raging Wind is in the hands of the Dead Blood Elves, no matter what the purpose of the arrival of this alliance is, a battle between the two sides seems to be inevitable, so it is natural that there will be more and more allies. Although they have fought a few times with the lackeys of the Burning Legion Scourge before, the losses are much smaller than when they fought with the orcs, since they can accept the alliance with the orcs, they can naturally accept the natural disaster, as for the good things these undead did in Lordaeron, what does it have to do with them?

"Okay, then it's decided!" Seeing that everyone did not object, the deerhelm nodded, but looked at the undead messenger, "You go and sue the Lich King, we accept its offer, we allow your army to be stationed in the northern part of Kalimdor, and in exchange, you must fight with us when necessary!" ”

"Wise choice, Grand Druid," the undead bowed, the glow of his skull trembling, "the Great Lich King will not disappoint you!" ”

But the deer helmet snorted coldly, "You'd better keep your promise, otherwise, you'll understand what natural anger is!" Then he looked at Thrall to the side, "Your Excellency, you have no problem with this, let the undead join our covenant!" ”

Looking at the undead standing in the middle of the tent, Thrall frowned slightly, but then nodded anyway, "We orcs have no problem!" ”

Although Thrall, who studies shamanic teachings, is a little dissatisfied with the blasphemous beings of the undead, as the Grand Chief, he must be responsible for the entire tribe, whether it is the Terrans, blood elves, dwarves, and orcs, and they must gather enough helpers before the Alliance army arrives.

Then Thrall and Deerhelm then looked at Gianna, the last of the forces present.

At this time, Gianna's face was already pale, her lips twitched slightly, and finally she said resolutely: "I'm sorry, it's impossible for Theramore to agree to let the undead join us, it was these dead people who forced my people to leave their homes in the first place, and we can't shake hands with them, it's ridiculous!" ”

Gianna's eyes darkened slightly, but she continued: "In fact, we no longer intend to fulfill the cooperation treaty we signed before, and my people are not willing to go to war with their former compatriots. ”

There was silence in the tent, although Thrall and Deer Helmet had been prepared, their faces were still a little ugly, and Gianna's face also had a trace of guilt, after all, when fighting against the Burning Legion, the three of them were also comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, she really wanted to live in peace with the other two clans in this land, but the army of the alliance made her position awkward, as a member of the human race, she could not muster her people against her own people.

"But don't worry, this time the alliance and the tribe battle, we Theramore will not join it, we will be neutral!" Stammering an explanation, Gianna had no more face to stay, and left with her subordinates saying goodbye.

Neither the night elves nor the orcs made a move to stop them, how to say that they had experienced a life-and-death battle together before, Gianna also took action to save Thrall's life, and when Theramore declared neutrality, the two clans were not treacherous, so they did it directly.

It's just that not long after Gianna left, she heard a disdainful snort from an orc in the tent, "You are still neutral, who are you fooling!" The other orcs also snorted, and looked at Gianna's departing figure with a wave of indignation.

Listening to the complaints of his subordinates, this time the big chief Sal surprisingly did not stop him, but he looked at the deer helmet sitting on the main seat, and the eyes of the two exchanged silently for a while, and finally there was a trace of murder at the same time.

The representative of the undead standing in the middle of the tent saw this scene, but the ghost light in the skull shook for a while, and the upper and lower jaws made a creaking sound, as if laughing.

And Lu Helmet looked at this qiē but did not blame the undead for his faux pas, but said: "This undead gentleman, now that the unrelated person has left, shouldn't we also discuss the next battle plan?" By the way, that's a bit rude, I don't know your name yet! ”

The ghost in the eyes of the undead was even brighter, and he said in an extremely hoarse voice: "My name is Salorian, the commander-in-chief of the undead in Kalimdor, your Excellency the Deer Helm, you can just call me Salou!" (To be continued......)

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