Kalimdor, Teldrassil Island, the night elves' camp was full of uproar, and there was a lot of noise. "No, how can we form an alliance with these bone sticks? They are the lackeys of the Burning Legion and a product of blasphemy to nature. Staghelm, we must not do this! Lord Malfurion will never agree to this!" I saw a Druid standing up suddenly, pointing angrily at the undead standing there in the tent, his eyes full of resentment. The representative of the orcs, Chief Thrall, was sitting quietly on the side in a black armor. His eyes occasionally glanced at the green-haired druid who was presiding over the meeting and the undead representative, and he remained silent without saying a word. Opposite him, Jaina looked in a daze, wondering what she was thinking. Being criticized by the druid of the clan, Fandral Staghelm behaved in a leisurely manner. He glanced at the druid and said calmly: "Nalarex, it's not us who want to fight with him now. 'To form an alliance with the undead, we must form an alliance with the undead. On the other side of the sea, the high elves who were expelled by us in the past are organizing a large army across the sea with their human allies and dwarf allies. If we do not form an alliance with the undead, , What should we use to fight against them? " "Those people from the Alliance are here for these orcs and undead, but they have nothing to do with us, the night elves!" The druid said unconvinced, and then said something. He glanced at Thrall who was sitting next to him with disgust, and said meaningfully: "I heard that these orcs are from another world. I don't know if they are really trustworthy. Don't be used by others. . Let us suffer disaster for others in vain." Because when the Burning Legion came and fought hard with the orcs, even the demigods died at the hands of the other party. Night elves generally don't have a good impression of orcs, and they listened to Naralex's words. Almost all night elves agreed with the decision and unanimously opposed Archdruid Staghelm's decision. Many night elves also directly sneered at the orcs in the camp. "You!" Standing next to Thrall, the orcs who followed could not bear this. They jumped out and wanted to take action, but Thrall held them tightly. The orc chief did not speak, but looked at Staghelm quietly in the tent. He believed that since the other party allowed them to come to discuss the alliance, they must have made sufficient preparations. Sure enough, the next moment you saw Lu Gui¡¯s face darken. He shouted loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet!" After all, he was an ancient night elf with a far-reaching reputation. As soon as Deer Helmet spoke, the entire camp fell silent. With a trace of ridicule on his lips, Staghelm looked at the dissatisfied night elves and said slowly: "The alliance's army has nothing to do with us? I wonder if you know that Malfurion has died at the hands of the blood elves? After that, do you dare to say this to me again?" There was a brief silence, and then the whole camp exploded. "What?" "This is impossible!" The night elves had expressions of disbelief on their faces. Who is Malfurion? That was the leader of all druids, the ancient night elves who had survived from ancient times and led the night elves to defeat the Burning Legion twice. To say that he was killed in battle, almost no night elf would believe it. But there were also high-level night elves present, and they knew very well that Staghelm would never joke about this kind of thing, even if there was no solid evidence. He didn't dare to say that. "Staghelm, is this not true?" A druid asked, licking his lips. One by one. The night elves also looked over, and there was even a hint of pleading in their eyes. I hope he can say that it was just a joke. But Staghelm took a deep breath and said firmly: "It's true. Illidan came back not long ago, and he saw Malfurion's head with his own eyes. Not only that, he also said that the High Priest of Tyrande It also fell into the hands of the blood elves!" There was an awkward silence, and a night elf forced a smile and said: "Illidan, that is just an exiled traitor, how can you believe his words?" "You know. When it comes to Tyrande's safety, it's impossible for him to lie!" Staghelm interrupted him directly, and then added: "Then I sent someone to take a look at the Arivas River where Malfurion was attacked! , the report said that the place had been burned to the ground, and there were still many remains of tree people on the ground. At least it was certain that Malfurion was indeed attacked by an expert who was good at controlling fire there. If I guessed correctly, then The prince of the blood elves took action personally! "Even the people who had the most confidence in Malfurion were shaken at this moment. Illidan's love for Tyrande was known to all the night elves, and it was related to the latter's safety. It is impossible for him to lie on the issue; they may also have more confidence in the reputation of the blood elf prince.Few have heard that when the orcs who were defeated in the Second War mentioned World War II, their first impression was not how brave the human warriors were, nor how ferocious the dwarf griffins were, but the powerful magic of the blood elf prince. The terrifying power of manipulating giant flame beasts to slaughter dragons wantonly, and kill nearly ten thousand orcs in a matter of seconds. Even the orcs, who have always been fearless, were so afraid. The strength of the blood elf prince was evident. If he really attacked Malfurion, the archdruid might not survive. Seeing with satisfaction that all the senior members of the clan fell silent, Staghelm smiled with satisfaction and asked again: "Is there anyone who opposes the alliance of the undead now?" This time no one spoke up. As the leader, the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage died at the hands of the blood elves. No matter what the purpose of the alliance's arrival, a battle between the two sides seems to be inevitable, so that there will naturally be more and more allies. Although they had fought several battles with the Burning Legion's lackeys, the Scourge, the losses were much smaller than when they fought the orcs. Since they could accept an alliance with the orcs, they could naturally accept the natural disasters. As for these undead beings in Lordaeron, They did good things, what does that have to do with them? "Okay, then it's decided!" Seeing that no one objected, Sterhelm nodded, but looked at the undead messenger, "Go and tell the Lich King that we accept his proposal and we allow you to The army is stationed in the north of Kalimdor, and in exchange, you must fight with us when necessary!" "Wise choice, Mr. Archdruid," the undead bowed, the ghost in his skull! The light trembled, "The great Lich King will not let you down!" But Staghelm snorted coldly, "You'd better abide by the agreement, otherwise, you will understand what nature's anger is!" Then he He looked at Thrall again and said, "Your Majesty the Great Chief, do you have any objections to this? Let the undead join our covenant!" Looking at the undead standing in the middle of the camp, Thrall frowned slightly, but then he still Nodding, "We orcs have no problem!" Although Thrall, who studies shamanism, is somewhat dissatisfied with the existence of the undead and these blasphemous souls, as the warchief he must be responsible for the entire tribe, regardless of humans, blood elves, dwarves, and beasts. There is a lot of hatred in the world, and they must recruit enough helpers before the alliance army comes. Then Thrall and Staghelm looked at Jaina, the last force representative present. At this time, Jaina's face was already pale, her lips twitched slightly, and finally she said decisively: "I'm sorry, Theramore can't agree to let the undead join us. It was these dead who forced my people to leave their homeland in the first place. It's impossible for us to shake hands and make peace with them, this is ridiculous!" Her voice paused slightly, and Jaina's eyes dimmed, but she continued: "In fact, we no longer intend to fulfill the cooperation treaty we signed before. "The people are not willing to go to war with their former compatriots." There was silence in the tent. Although Thrall and Staghelm were prepared, their faces were still a little ugly, and Jaina also had a trace of guilt on her face. When fighting against the Burning Legion, the three tribes were considered comrades fighting side by side. She really wanted to live in peace with the other two tribes on this land, but the Alliance army made her position awkward. As a human There was no way she could encourage her people to fight against her own compatriots. "But don't worry, you two, we Theramore will not join in this battle between the Alliance and the Horde. We will remain neutral!" She stammered an explanation, and Jaina no longer had the shame to stay and lead her men. He said goodbye and left. Neither the night elves nor the orcs made any move to stop them. After all, they had experienced a life-and-death battle together before. Jaina even saved Thrall's life. When Theramore declared neutrality, the two tribes could not break their promise and took action directly. . However, not long after Jaina left, an orc in the tent snorted disdainfully, "Who are you kidding if you still remain neutral?" The other orcs also shouted and looked at Jaina's leaving figure. , a burst of indignation. Listening to the complaints from his men, Great Chief Thrall surprisingly did not stop him this time. Instead, he looked at Staghelm who was sitting in the main seat. There was a silent exchange in their eyes, but in the end, they both had a flash of fear at the same time. A hint of murderous intent. The representative of the undead standing in the middle of the camp saw this scene. The dim light in his skull shook for a while, and his upper and lower jaws made a crunching sound, as if they were laughing. Seeing all this, Lu Helmet did not blame the undead for his impoliteness, but said: "Mr. Undead, now that the irrelevant people have left, shouldn't we also discuss the next battle plan? By the way, I¡¯m a little rude, I don¡¯t know your name yet!¡± The ghostly light 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 noble Lord Staghelm, you call me Salorian. Just Luo!" (To be continued) PS: Thanks to asdfghjklyf for the monthly ticket and the Golden Rockets team for the reward. PS: Please give me a monthly ticket. I always feel that the current number of monthly tickets is very pitiful.