For this summit of unprecedented scale, Quel'Salas qualified only the Sun King and the members of the Silver Moon Council to enter the main venue.

Salaen and Valilla were specially invited to attend as representatives of the Draenei into Azeroth.

At the conference, the leaders of various countries would ask them for their opinions, and through the explanation of "their own people", they would learn more about the Draenei, a strange race from outside the territory.

After teleporting directly to the interior of the Sunstrider's Court, Salaan and Valera made their way to the main venue first.

The Sun King and the members of the Silvermoon Council, who were the hosts, had arrived, and they were discussing something in a whisper.

A large number of royal court attendants nervously made a final inspection of the venue to ensure that there would be nothing that might cause criticism.

Viren, a key figure in the discussion, had also arrived on behalf of the Draenei, and he was sitting at the long table behind closed doors.

With a simple nod to the few people who arrived first, Salian and Valera consciously came to their seats and sat down, silently waiting for the leaders and representatives of various countries to enter the venue.

At around 9:30 a.m., the first Azeroth Conference officially began, as the last to arrive Archmage Elisandr took his seat.

As soon as the scene began, the quick-tempered Brute Hammer dwarven representative, Furstad Brutehammer, was the first to raise his hand to ask questions.

"The Sun King, this one has a ...... on his face Whiskers...... Is that the focus of this conference? ”

The dwarves valued their beards very much, and Furstad didn't really want to admit that the fleshy tentacles on Veron's chin were beards, but he couldn't find the right adjectives for a while.

[Be confident, that's not called a beard, it's called Jiebao.] 】

[Grass, do you dare not use homophony? 】

[Laugh to death, of course I ...... Can't. 】

As the presiding officer, Anastria, obligated to answer the legitimate questions of the participants, stood up with a scepter topped with a large ruby.

"Lord of the Hammer, this gentleman is the spiritual leader of the Draenei, the prophet Viren."

The Sun King winked mischievously, and added with a wicked taste: "Let me remind you, Your Excellency Viren is close to 30,000 years old, and he has a lot of life experience. ”

"Please also put your words in order before raising your hands to ask questions, and don't let your guests think that we Azeroths don't know etiquette."

"30,000?!"

This staggering number elicited exclamations from everyone present, and several short-lived human leaders looked at Viren, who had a gentle and elegant temperament, in disbelief.

After Anastria's introduction, Viren stood up from his seat and saluted the leaders present in a gentle manner.

"Leader of the tribes of Azeroth, it's an honor to meet you, I'm Delaney on behalf of Viren."

The next period of time was a self-introduction session by Viren, who briefly described the history and current situation of Delaney to the leaders present.

Viren is a living fossil of the Draenei civilization, and since the time of Ereda, he has been one of the three supreme consuls of the Argus civilization.

To be officially recognized by the Azeroth Clans, Viren must demonstrate the value of the Draenei here.

The Burning Legion is a formidable enemy that all the races of Azeroth need to face together, except for the young and unknowledgeable Prince of Arthas, the representatives of the various countries attending the meeting have more or less learned about the Burning Legion from the history books.

Based on the understanding of the Burning Legion, the more you know about the races of the Ancient Wars, the more you value the information provided by the Draenei.

The Minotaurs, the Night Elves, and the Children of the Night were all very serious, and they were in awe when they learned that the Draenei had been on the run for 25,000 years under the Burning Legion.

In contrast, with the exception of Dalaran, who has been in contact with demons for many years, many of the emerging nations of the Eastern Kingdoms have only a lore of the Burning Legion.

The isolationist King Jean Greymane was skeptical and asked his own question.

"I have a question, is the Burning Legion really as terrible as the legend describes?"

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Viren said: "The Burning Legion was founded by the fallen Titan Sargeras, who co-opted many demon races in the Twisted Void and conquered countless planets in the universe with his powerful strength. ”

"Hmmm......"

Solas Thorbain held his chin in his hand and muttered for a moment, "Your Excellency, Prophet, it's not that I don't believe your words, but ...... With such an abstract verbal description, it is difficult for us to have an intuitive impression of the Burning Legion. ”

Anastria suddenly interjected, "On this point, Viscount Sarren Deep Shadow, who accompanied the expeditionary force to Delanor, has the most say. ”

"He's only recently fought the demons of the Burning Legion head-on, so you might as well hear his opinion first."

The old fox Sun King was very chicken thief, and he deliberately omitted the title of "Alliance" in front of the expeditionary force to downplay the influence of the Alliance in this conference.

Dalin, Solas and Jean, as well as Magni and Anthony Das, among the current members, all heard the Sun's words, but they didn't say anything more, just laughed it off.

The inexperienced Prince of Arthas failed to notice the meaning of Anastria's words, and turned his expectant gaze to Sarjan and Valeera, who were sitting on the side of the room.

Uther smiled wryly, but he didn't have much to say at the moment.

Signaled by the Sun King's eyes, Sallian stood up from his seat and saluted the leaders present.

"Distinguished delegates, I am Viscount of Quel'Salas, Sarren Deepshadow."

"Not long ago, I had the privilege of going on an expeditionary expedition with the Draenor Expeditionary Force, and just as I had successfully defeated the remnants of the Horde and everything was settled, I was suddenly attacked by the Burning Legion."

Dai Lin interrupted Sarren's words seemingly unceremoniously: "Viscount Deep Shadow, the preface is excused, let's get straight to the point." ”

Saljan didn't pay attention to Dalin's interjection, and omitted the cause and effect as if it were good.

"The demons we encountered were only advance troops, and we didn't meet the true elite of the Burning Legion, but their way of delivering troops is something to be wary of."

Dai Lin said as if he was laughing: "Oh? Tell me more about it. ”

The Night Elves and Children of the Night, who had dealt directly with the Burning Legion, already knew what the Sarren were going to say, and the Minotaurs had learned about it from the Totem Poles of Remembrance that had been handed down from ancient times.

The new races of humans, dwarves, and gnomes valued the information that Salaen provided, and they all stared at him intently.

Knowing that the Burning Legion could project a space capsule from space orbit and quickly build an evil energy portal to call for reinforcements, the faces of the leaders of the Eastern Kingdoms changed a little.

King Jean Greymane rubbed his brows with a headache: "In other words, if they can't knock out the Burning Legion's stronghold in the first place, they will continue to send reinforcements from all over the universe?" ”

Sarjan nodded: "Theoretically, fortunately, due to the Clan of the Pantheon, there is a planetary protective barrier on the outer layer of Azeroth. ”

"Demons with more than a certain level of strength cannot be teleported directly to Azeroth through conventional means."

That is to say...... Among the demons who can enter Azeroth in their true form, there will be no formidable enemies of the level of Fraudsters and Polluters, let alone the Fallen Titan Sargeras. ”

Solas Tolbain raised his hand and asked, "How strong are the fraudsters and polluters you are talking about?" ”

"Hmm...... Let's put it this way. ”

Sarren pondered for a moment and asked, "Your Majesty Soras, have you ever heard of the demigods of the wilderness?" ”

Solas nodded, "I've heard that they are powerful creatures that silently guard Azeroth in the shadows of the world, and have little contact with mortals. ”

Sarjan reached out to Santis Hazuki and turned the conversation to the Night Elves.

"For information about the Wilderness Demigods, let the Night Elves elaborate, they fought alongside the Wilderness Demigods in the Battle of the Ancients 10,000 years ago."

Sheldis didn't expect Saram to throw the topic to herself, and exchanged glances with the Deer Helm and Shadow Song siblings beside her before getting up from her seat.

"The demigods of the wilderness are immortal beings, they have the strength to surpass the legendary heroes, they live in symbiosis with the planet, even if they unfortunately die in battle, as long as the soul is immortal, the demigods of the wilderness can be resurrected sooner or later."

"I haven't seen Kilgardan the fraudster, but the polluter Akmund ......"

Santis turned her gaze to Garrod to the side.

Garrod paused for a moment, and then stood up with a wry smile under everyone's attention: "Recognized as the strongest demigod, the White Deer Malorn, once fought against Akmund. ”

"Malone's real strength is very similar to that of Akmund, and if you fight fairly, it will be difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time."

"But in the Battle of the Ancients, Malloy was distracted by covering the retreat of her son Cenarius, and the Tainted seized the opportunity to twist her neck."

The erudite Antonidas had heard the legend and was rarely present, so he inquired in detail about the details.

"How does the strength of the other demigods compare to that of Malorn?"

Garrod shook his head: "The gap is large, the name of the strongest demigod is not shouted by himself, but by Malorn's strength." ”

"In the War of the Ancients, the Wilderness Demigods fell in large numbers in a bloody battle with demons."

"There are only three demigods still alive today, and the one that remains in the best condition is the son of Malorn, the forest demigod Cenarius, who is also the patron saint of the Night Elves."

"Hiss~"

There was a gasp in the room, and Saljan looked at Garrod, who seemed to be loyal, with a meaningful gaze.

'It's big, the pattern is big, I'll give you full marks for this invisible pretend. ’