It's impossible to get Juan to come up with the Alliance Coin, but he has a way.

"Bloodhoof, you have contributed to the big leagues, recognition is necessary, so let's do it, I'll give you a pennant."

"I can't eat it."

"I'll give you another seafood feast."

"It's so fishy, whoever likes to eat it eats it."

Why is this minotaur so stubborn? Can't you learn from other people's two-headed demons, isn't it good for everyone to live a little easier?

Juan looked embarrassed: "Bloody hoof, you know, the economy of the Grand Alliance is not rich, so let's take some of my private property to compensate you." ”

"I don't want money."

Juan was happy, he loved to hear this.

But he still pretended to be generous: "You should still take a little, this is what you deserve." ”

Bloodhoof shook his head and said, "Orc rules, you can't beat others, and no matter how much money you have, it's not your own." ”

Juan said with a serious face: "That's not right, our grand alliance of freedom, democracy, and equality is to say no to this kind of old convention!"

"Bloodhoof, you should study the Grand Alliance Charter.

"I tell you, with us, private property is sacrosanct!

"This is our rule, whoever violates the rules, I will kill him!"

Juan's righteous criticism made the Minotaur shed tears of repentance and snot.

He sniffled and said: "Führer, I was wrong.

"In fact, during this time, the tribe has been arranging group classes.

"But I think it's so stupid for people to be hungry and shouting, 'There will be bread,' so I always find an excuse not to participate.

"Now I understand that I was too stupid to understand that doing this is actually good for us orcs.

"I've decided that I'll study the Grand Alliance Charter when I go back.

"And I will also farm well, grow more magic peas, and support the big league with practical actions.

"So Führer, don't kill me! Woowoo woo ......"

Juan stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, patted the minotaur on the shoulder, and said:

"Hunger is not any doctrine, and only by eating well can you learn the Grand Alliance Charter.

"As long as you orcs support the Grand Alliance and are willing to contribute to the construction of the Grand Alliance, I promise that every orc can definitely have a full stomach."

Sending away the bloody hooves of the minotaur whose eyes were red from being moved, Juan found Yaling.

"What's going on with the orcs? We have food in our cold storage, so why can't any orcs have enough to eat? ”

Yaling hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and said:

"Boss, I was wrong. It was I who took it upon myself to let the bureaucrats below control the amount of food distributed, hang the orcs, and make them both hungry and starving. ”

Juan was surprised, because he had been in contact with Yaling for so long, he had never seen Yaling make his own decisions.

Juan said with a straight face, "Give me a reason." ”

Ya Ling stiffened his neck and said, "Boss, it's breeding season, and these orcs want to have more children when they're full."

"If this continues, the number of orcs in the big alliance will be far more than other types of people."

Juan's face was solemn, and he knew that Yaling was right.

Orcs are amazingly reproductive, and as long as food is sufficient, they can quickly expand in size.

The difficult situation of the orcs in the past, coupled with the constant wars between the tribes, in a sense, maintained a reasonable number of orcs.

But now that the orcs have joined the Grand Alliance, their living conditions have improved significantly.

Moreover, according to the principle of "every type of person has the right to live under the blue sky" in the Grand Alliance Charter, there is no internal conquest.

So the number of orcs is bound to explode.

But if the orcs are allowed to develop, causing the orcs to dominate in the big league, other types of people will have opinions.

This is evident from Yaling's self-asserted initiatives.

So this is not a humanoid idea of Yaling, but a common idea of all humanoids except orcs.

Juan couldn't ignore other humanoid races that were more important to him for the sake of the orcs.

Therefore, he can criticize Yaling's self-initiative, but he cannot ignore Yaling's ideas.

But Juan thought that if he had just promised Bloodhoof, he would not fulfill his promise if he turned back, for fear that he would anger the orcs.

It's a dilemma.

Juan pondered with some annoyance, if you want to talk about breeding, there is no faster than the shrimp people, but the shrimp people are stunned that through family planning, the number of the population is controlled, these orcs, can't they be as conscious as the shrimp people?

In the end, it is a barbaric native, and you know that you are full of food and life, and you are born and reborn.

The poorer you are, the poorer you are.

No, we must reverse this unhealthy trend.

Juan pondered for a moment, then ordered, "Yaling, inform the councillors of all races on my behalf that I am going to convene an all-race congress. ”

Three days later, the all-race congress was convened as scheduled.

In the spacious and bright meeting room, a rectangular table with a white tablecloth is located in the center.

On the wall behind the main seat, a huge white ring flag with a green background hangs.

Amid the loud roll call of the attendant "the Führer arrived", Juan walked into the venue.

The representatives of all ethnic groups on both sides of the long table "shouted" and all stood up.

Juan waved his white-gloved hand and greeted politely, "Sit, sit, sit, alas?" Didn't the dwarf rep and the halfling rep come? ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" "I'm here!"

Muradin-Copperbeard, the leader of the Copperbeard Dwarves, and Frodo, the halfling, one bounced his head out of the table, and the other tried to wave his hand to let others know of his presence.

"It's good to come, all sit, all sit."

Juan said, taking a seat on the main seat.

So the delegates sat down one after another, and of course, the dwarves and halflings climbed into the raised chairs and sat down.

Juan quipped, "Who set up this venue, Yaling, did you come up with this?" ”

Morgan on Juan's right said, "I suggested it." ”

Juan leaned over and whispered, "Why did you do this, weird?" ”

"I think it's more ritualistic."

"Morgan, I never remember that you liked a sense of ceremony, I always thought you were very casual, and even, I think you have a contempt for authority and ritual in your bones."

"This, it used to be before, and now I'm the speaker and the representative of the human race, and my identity is different, so I still need a little bit of the necessary sense of ceremony."

Juan glanced at Morgan with some surprise, although it was not surprising that Morgan had such thoughts as the butt decides the head.

But Morgan has been the Speaker and the representative of humanity since the founding of the Grand Alliance, and now for so much time, he has never paid attention to any sense of ceremony.

How has it changed now?

Juan looked at Draenei's sister, Zerella, who was sitting obediently behind Morgan.

"Morgan, what are you bringing Zeri for today's all-race convention?"

"She's a race, too."

"But her race isn't a member of our Grand Alliance."

Morgan was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

He turned his head to look at Zerella, who meekly leaned into Morgan's ear and whispered something.

Then Morgan looked back and explained solemnly: "I think it is beneficial to increase the influence of our major leagues by letting people from other races see how our big leagues work. ”

Let's talk nonsense.

But Juan didn't want to argue with Morgan in front of a crowd of delegates.

So he sat up straight and called the meeting to order.