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Kalimdor, Teldrassil Island, in the dark night of the jīng spirit camp, the sky is boiling, and there is a noise.

"No, how can we form an alliance with these bone sticks, they are the lackeys of the Burning Legion, they are products of profanity, Staghelm, we must not do this! Lord Malfurion will never agree to do this!"

I saw a druid suddenly stood up, pointed angrily at the undead standing there in the camp and said, eyes full of resentment.

The representative of the orcs, Chief Thrall wore a black armor and sat quietly, his eyes scanned from time to time over the green-haired druid who presided over the meeting and the undead representative, and he was silent.

On the opposite side of him, Jaina was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Condemned by the druids of the clan, Fandral Stag Helmet's performance was not hurried, he rolled his eyes and glanced at the druid, and said calmly, "Nara Rex, it's not us now. To make an alliance with the undead, but we must make an alliance with the undead. On the opposite side of the sea, the high spirits who were expelled by us, are forming an army with their human allies and dwarf allies to come across the sea aggressively. If the undead form an alliance, what shall we use against them?"

"Those people from the alliance are here for these orcs and undead, but it has nothing to do with our dark night jīng spirits!" The druid said unconvinced, and he looked at him and sat aside with disgust. Thrall glanced at him and said with words: "I heard that these orcs are all from another world. I don't know if they are really credible. Don't be used by others. Let us be for others in vain. disaster."

Because when the Burning Legion arrived, he fought fiercely with the orcs, and even the demigod died in the opponent's hands. The dark night spirit generally did not have any good feelings towards the orcs, and listened to Naralex's words at this time. Almost all the dark night spirits agreed and unanimously opposed the decision of the Archdruid Staghelm. Many dark night spirits directly sneered at the orcs in the camp.

"You!" Standing next to Thrall, the orcs who followed could not tolerate this. They jumped out and wanted to do it, but Thrall held them firmly.

The orc warchief did not speak, but silently looked at the stag helmet in the tent. He believed that since the other party could let them come to the business council alliance, then he must have made sufficient preparations.

Sure enough, the Deer Helmet's face sank in the next moment. Loudly shouted: "Be quiet!"

After all, it was an ancient night spirit with a far-reaching reputation. As soon as Deer Helmet spoke, the entire camp fell silent.

With a hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth, Stag Helmet looked at the dark night spirits who were dissatisfied and said slowly: "The Alliance army has nothing to do with us here? I don't know you know that Malfurion has died in blood. After being in the hands of the soul, dare not to say this to me again!"

There was a short silence, and then the whole camp exploded.

"what?"

"This is impossible!"

In the dark night, the spirits are full of unbelievable gods, who is Malfurion? That is the leader of all the druids, the ancient dark night spirit that survived the ancients, and the strong man who led the dark night spirit to defeat the Burning Legion twice. To say that he was killed, hardly any dark night spirit would believe it. However, everyone present was also the high-level of the dark night spirit, and they knew very well that Deer Helmet would never be joking about this kind of thing, even if it was not conclusive evidence. He didn't dare to say that.

"Stag Helmet, isn't this true?" A druid asked at the stag Helmet with his lips moving.

One by one. The dark night spirits also looked over, even with a trace of pleading in their eyes. I hope he can say that it was just a joke just now.

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 Tyrande High Priest It also fell on the hands of the blood spirit!"

There was an awkward silence, a dark night jīng Lingqiang smiled: "Ilidan, that's just a traitor who was exiled, how can he believe what he said? I see—"

"You know Tyrande's safety is involved, he can't lie at all!" Stag Helmet interrupted him directly, and then added: "Then I sent someone to the Arivas River where Malfurion was attacked. After taking a look, the report said that the place had been burned to the ground, and there were still a lot of remains of treants on the ground. At least it is certain that Malfurion was indeed attacked by a master who is good at controlling flames, if I am not wrong. If that is the case, the **** prince will take the action himself!"

At this moment, even the most confident person in Malfurion was shaken. Illidan’s love for Tyrande was known to all the spirits in the dark night, and he was simply impossible when it came to the safety of the latter. Lies; they have heard more or less the reputation of the **** spirit prince. When the orcs who were defeated in the second war mentioned the second world war, their first impression was not how brave the human warriors were, nor were they dwarves. How fierce the griffin is, but the tyrannical magic of the blood-jīng spirit prince, the kind of terrible power that cao slays the dragon indiscriminately by the flame behemoth, and kills nearly ten thousand orcs. Even the orcs who have always been fearless and fearless are so jealous. The strength of the **** spirit prince can be seen. If he really shoots Malfurion, the archdruid may not really survive.

Watching with satisfaction that the high-level members of the clan fell silent, Deer Helmet smiled with satisfaction and asked again: "Are there still people opposing the alliance of the undead?"

No one said this time, the Archdruid Malfurion as the leader? Stormrage was dead and **** and the hand of the spirit. No matter what the purpose of this alliance is, the battle between the two sides seems inevitable. Forget it, so naturally there will be more and more allies. Although I have fought against the running dogs of the Burning Legion before, the loss is much smaller than when fighting the orcs. Since they can accept the alliance with the orcs, they can naturally also accept the natural disasters. As for the undead in Lordaeron What does it have to do with them?

"Okay, then it's decided like this!" Seeing that there was no objection from everyone, Deer Helmet nodded, but looked at the undead messenger, "Go tell the Lich King, we have accepted its proposal, and we allow you The army is stationed in the north of Kalimdor, and in exchange, you must fight with us when necessary!"

"A wise choice, Mr. Archdruid," the undead bowed, and the light in his skull trembled. "The great Lich King will not let you down!"

But Stag Helmet made a cold snort, "You better abide by the agreement, otherwise, you will understand what natural anger is!" Then he looked at Thrall again, "Your Excellency, you have nothing to do with this. What advice, let the undead join our covenant!"

Seeing the undead standing in the middle of the camp, Thrall frowned slightly, but then nodded, "We orcs have no problem!"

Although Thrall, who studies shamanism, is a bit dissatisfied with the existence of undead and sacrilegious souls, as a warchief, he must be responsible to the entire tribe, regardless of the human race, blood spirits or dwarves, and there is a lot of hatred between the orcs. Before the army comes, they must draw enough helpers.

Then Thrall and Staghelm turned their eyes to Jaina, the last force representative on the scene.

At this time, Jaina's face was already pale, her lips moved slightly, and finally she said decisively: "Sorry, Theramore can't agree to let the undead join us. It was these dead who forced my people to leave their homes. , We can't shake hands with them and make peace, it's ridiculous!"

The voice paused slightly, and Jaina's eyes were a little dim, 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."

The tent was quiet. Although Thrall and Staghelm had prepared, their faces were still a bit ugly, and Jaina also had a trace of guilt on his face. After all, when fighting the Burning Legion, the three clans were also fighting side by side. Comrades in arms, she really wanted to live peacefully with the other two races on this land, but the army of the alliance made her stand awkward. As a member of the human race, how could she not encourage her people. Confront your compatriots.

"But don’t worry, you two. We Theramore won’t join in this battle between the Alliance and the Horde. We stay neutral!" She stammered and explained, Jaina stayed faceless and brought her men. Farewell and left.

Dark night’s spirit and the orcs didn’t stop them. How to say they had experienced a life-and-death battle together before. Jaina also saved Thrall’s life. When Theramore declared neutrality, the two clans were not good at treachery, so they just went straight. Hands on.

Just shortly after Jaina left, she heard a disdainful hum from an orc in the tent, "Stay neutral, who are you deceiving!" The other orcs also screamed~www.readwn.com~ and looked towards. The leaving figure of Jaina was agitated.

And listening to the complaints under his hand, this time Warchief Thrall was surprisingly unstoppable. Instead, he looked at the stag helmet sitting in the main seat. There was a silent exchange of eyes between the two, but in the end it appeared at the same time. A trace of murder.

The representative of the undead standing in the middle of the camp saw this scene. The gloomy light in the skull was shaking, and the upper and lower jaws made a crunching sound, as if laughing.

When Stag Helmet looked at all this, he didn't blame the undead for being rude. Instead, he said: "Mr. Undead, now that the unrelated person has left, should we also discuss the next battle plan? By the way, it's a bit rude, I don't know your name yet!"

The gloom in the eyes of the undead was more vibrant, and he said in a very hoarse voice: "My name is Salorian, the commander-in-chief of the undead in Kalimdor, the noble Staghelm, you call me Salo. Alright!" (To be continued...)

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