Kalimdo, Tedashir Island, the camp of the night elves was filled with noise.

"No, how can we all form an alliance with these bones and sticks? They are the lackeys of the Burning Legion and the product of blasphemy of nature. Deer Helmets, we must not do this! Lord Malfurion would never agree to do this!"

A druid stood up suddenly and pointed at the undead standing there in the camp with an angry look on his face, his eyes full of resentment.

The representative of the orc, Chief Thrall, sat quietly on the side wearing black armor, and his eyes swept over the green-haired druid who was presiding on the meeting from time to time, and said silently.

On the other side of him, Jaina looked dazed and didn't know what she was thinking.

Accuse of the druids in the clan, Vandal's deer helmet was not slow to show up. He glanced at the druid and said calmly: "Narareks, it's not that we 'wanted' to allege with the undead, but that we must allege with the undead. Opposite the sea, the high elves who were expelled by us were organizing an army with their human allies and dwarf allies, and they were coming across the sea with great momentum. If we don't allege with the undead, what should we use to fight them?"

"Those alliance people came for these orcs and the undead, but they have nothing to do with our night elves!" The druid said dissatisfiedly. After saying that, he looked at Thrall who was sitting beside him with disgust, and said with a slight silence: "I heard that these orcs are all from another world, and I don't know if they are really trustworthy and don't be used by others. Let us be a disaster for others for nothing."

Because the Burning Legion came and fought hard with the orcs, even the demigod died at the hands of the other party. The night elves generally did not have any good feelings for the orcs. At this time, listening to Nalarex's words, almost all the night elves agreed and unanimously opposed the decision of the Great Druid Deer Helmet. Many night elves even sneered at the orcs in the camp.

"You!" Standing beside Thrall, the orcs who followed him could not bear this. They jumped out and wanted to take action, but Thrall was tightly pulled.

The orc chief did not speak, but just looked at the deer helmet in the tent quietly. He believed that since the other party could let them come to discuss matters of the council, he must have made sufficient preparations.

Sure enough, the next moment, Lu Jiong's face darkened and she shouted loudly: "Give me peace of mind!"

After all, he was a well-known ancient night elf. As soon as Lu Helmet spoke, the entire tent became quiet.

A hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth. Lu Helmet 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, how dare you say this to me again!"

After a brief silence, the entire camp was in full swing.

"What?"

"This is impossible!"

The night elves looked in disbelief. Who is Malfurio? That is the leader of all the druids, the ancient night elves who survived from ancient times, led the night elves to defeat the powerful men of the Burning Legion twice. If he was killed, almost no night elves would believe it. But at the same time, they were also the top leaders of the night elves. They knew very well that Deer Helmet would never joke about such a thing, and even if it wasn't for the conclusive evidence, he wouldn't dare to say that.

"Deer Helmet, isn't this true?" a druid asked at Deer Helmet with his lips shaking.

One by one, the night elves also looked over, and even had a hint of pleading in their eyes. I hope he could say that it was just a joke just now.

But Deer Helmet took a deep breath and said firmly: "It's true. Not long ago, Illidan came back and saw Malfurion's head with his own eyes. Not only that, he also said that the High Priest Tyrande also fell into the hands of the blood elf!"

A moment of embarrassing silence, a night elf smiled and said, "Illidan, that's just a traitor who was exiled. How can he believe his words? I see--"

"You know the safety of Tyrande, and he can't lie at all!" Lu Helmet interrupted him directly, and then added: "Then I asked someone to go to the Alivas River where Malfurio was attacked and took a look. It was reported that it had been burned out and there were many wreckages of tree people on the ground. At least it is certain that Malfurio was indeed attacked there by a master who was good at controlling flames. If I guessed correctly, the prince of the blood elf took action himself!"

At this moment, even the person who was most confident in Malfurio was shaken. All the night elves knew that Illidan's love for Tyrande was impossible to lie on the issue of the latter's safety. They had more or less heard of the reputation of the Blood Elf Prince. When the orcs who lost in the Second World War mentioned World War II, their first impression was not how brave the human warriors were, nor how fierce the dwarf griffins were, but the powerful magic of the Blood Elf Prince, the terrible power of manipulating the giant flame beasts to slaughter the dragons and killing nearly ten thousand orcs in their hands. Even the orcs who have always been fearless are so afraid of the heavens and the earth. The strength of the Blood Elf Prince is evident. If he really takes action against Malfurio, the Great Druid may not have survived.

Seeing the clan's senior management in silence with satisfaction, Lu Kui smiled with satisfaction and asked again: "Is there anyone who opposes the undead alliance now?"

No one made a statement this time. As the leader, the Great Druid Malfurio, the Stormless Wind, was killed by the Blood Elf. No matter what the purpose of the alliance was, the battle between the two sides seemed to be inevitable, so there would naturally be more and more allies. Although they had fought several games with the lackeys of the Burning Legion before, the losses were much smaller than when fighting with the orcs. Since they could accept the alliance with the orcs, they could naturally accept the natural disaster. As for the good things these undead did in Lordaeron, what did it have to do with them?

"Okay, then that's the decision!" Seeing that everyone did not object, Deer Helmet nodded, but looked at the undead messenger, "Go and tell the Lich King that we have accepted its proposal. We allow your army to be stationed in the north of Kalimdo, and in exchange, you must fight with us when necessary!"

"Smart choice, Mr. Great Druid," the undead bowed, and the faint light in the skull trembled, "The great Lich King will not disappoint you!"

But Lu Helmet snorted coldly, "You'd better keep the agreement, otherwise you'll understand what natural rage is!" Then he looked at Thrall on the side, "Your Excellency Chief, you have no objection to this, let the undead join our covenant!"

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

Although Thrall, who studied shamanism, was somewhat dissatisfied with the existence of the undead, as a chief, he had to be responsible for the entire tribe. Whether it was humans, blood elves, dwarves, and orcs, they had a considerable hatred between them. Before the alliance army came, they had to win over enough helpers.

Then Saar and Deer Helmet looked at the last representative of the force present, Gianna.

At this time, Jaina's face was pale. Her lips were slightly swayed, but she finally said resolutely: "Sorry, Theramore could not agree to let the undead join us. It was these dead that forced my people to leave their hometowns. We could not shake hands with them. This is 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. My people are not willing to go to war with their former compatriots."

The tent was quiet. Although Thrall and Lu Helmet were prepared, their faces were still a little ugly, and Jaina's face also had a hint of guilt. After all, when fighting against the Burning Legion, the three tribes were considered comrades-in-arms fighting side by side. She really wanted to live peacefully with the other two tribes on this land, but the alliance's army made her position awkward. As a member of the human race, she could never inspire her people to fight against her compatriots.

"But don't worry, we Theramore will not join this battle between the alliance and the tribe. We are always neutral!" After stammering, Jaina stayed without any face and left with her subordinates.

Neither the night elves nor the orcs tried to stop them. After all, they had experienced a life-and-death battle together before. Jaina also saved Thrall's life. When Theramore declared neutral, the two tribes were not willing to betray their faith and took action directly.

But shortly after Jaina left, an orc in the tent snorted coldly, "I'm still cautious and neutral, who are you lying?" The other orcs also started to scream, looking at Jaina's leaving figure, and felt a sense of resentment.

Listening to his subordinates' complaints, the great chief Thrall surprisingly did not stop him. Instead, he looked at Lu Helmet sitting in the main seat. The two of them had a silent exchange in their eyes, but in the end they had a hint of murderous intent at the same time.

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

But Lu Jiu looked at all this but did not blame the undead for his misconduct, but said, "Mr. Undead, no one has left now. Should we discuss the next battle plan? By the way, it's a bit undeserved. I don't know your name yet!"

The gloomy light in the eyes of the undead was even more powerful, and he said in an extremely hoarse voice: "My name is Salorian, the commander-in-chief of the undead in Kalimdor, the noble Lord Deer Helmet, just call me Salor!" (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!