Panda’s Self-cultivation

Not surprisingly, when Drunk Wind proposed to exile the Ancient God to Draenor, the orcs immediately jumped up. ?? Huo Ranwen??????????`t

Although Draenor collapsed, it was after all the hometown of the orcs. In fact, there are still many orcs waiting for the Horde in Draenor!

In this regard, Zuifeng was prepared.

"Don't get excited, although I am very inclined to exile the ancient gods to Draenor, but this is only an alternative plan. Before arriving in Draenor, the draenei had visited many planets, and it was really impossible to find one. Just leave them where there are demons."

Thrall calmed a lot when Drunken Wind mentioned the draenei.

Drektal once told Thrall the story of his father Durotan, and Drektal did not hide the part about the draenei.

When he was young, Durotan once strayed into Shattrath. When he was lost, Velen rescued him. Unintentionally, Durotan saw Shattrath's spell to lift his defense.

As a result, when the orcs were bewitched by the Burning Legion, under the threat of Ner'zhul, Durotan chose to betray the draenei.

In other words, it is not appropriate to sell. Durotan is a chieftain of a clan and not a Virgin, and Velen is just a friendly stranger to him. When Ner'zhul threatened the safety of the Frostwolf clan, Durotan took it for granted. I chose my own people.

Then, Shattrath fell...

Regarding this matter, this may be the biggest stain in Durotan's life. Although he did not directly participate in the attack, the destruction of Shattrath is really inseparable from him.

The cause and effect of this incident, Drek'Thar told Thrall in detail, and through this incident, told Thrall that Durotan's choice at the time was not wrong. This was a sinful right choice.

After Drunk Wind mentioned the draenei, Thrall began to think about the meaning of Drunk Wind. It sounded like Drunk Wind wanted to figure out what Draenor was like now.

"Speak straight." Thrall finally frowned. "I'm calm now."

"That's good." Zui Feng nodded slightly, "Now everything in Draenor is unknown. We don't know if there are any demons there, but the key is that due to the existence of the Dark Portal, Draenor has already and Azer Lars is tied together."

"But isn't the Dark Portal blocked?" Thrall didn't quite understand the meaning of Drunk Wind. Although the shaman is also a spellcaster, he is still quite different from the mage. "How can you tie it together after being blocked?"

"But that door once existed after all." Drunk Feng's expression was very solemn. "It was no one else who controlled Medivh to open the door. It was Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion. This door is not just a space portal. , It is also an anchor point for positioning. As long as you reach Draenor, you can come to Azeroth with a little effort!"

Hearing Zuifeng say this, everyone felt a little unbelievable.

"Drunk Wind is absolutely right." Medivh, who was sitting beside him like a wood-carved clay sculpture for a long time, finally said, "At that time Sargeras manipulated me and did a lot of things, and according to my later research, many things I don’t know the meaning behind it. There are even a lot of runes that I don’t understand.

"In other words, although the Dark Portal is closed, it is not foolproof?" Varian looked quite anxious. "Are you trying to say that the door of the Cursed Land is still a huge hidden danger?!"

"Don't be nervous, Varian." Drunk Wind waved his hand gently. "Although the devil is fierce, he is not really omnipotent. The battle of Mount Hyjal is not easy for us, and the devil is not easy for them! There will be no time to come to Azeroth."

"So, are you planning ahead?"

"Almost." Drunk Feng affirmed this statement. "We need an outpost."

"But, why is it Delano?" Thrall still didn't approve of Drunken Wind's statement, "There are still our relatives there! If there is no definite reason, I cannot accept it!"

"First." Drunk wind stretched out a finger, "I didn't say that I don't care to exile the ancient gods directly to Draenor. If there are orcs in Draenor, if these orcs are willing to obey the order of Azeroth. , I am willing to help them, come to Azeroth and join your tribe."

"Second." Zuifeng stretched out his second finger, "If you still can't bear Draenor, I can send you orcs back there. Don’t forget that when you came to this world as your own, you didn’t Disgraceful!"

Seeing Zuifeng's stern look at Thrall, everyone in the Alliance couldn't help but feel refreshed. This is the familiar Zuifeng. Zuifeng and Lothar had made friends with him in the past!

At this time, the people of the tribe are angry and **** it~www.ltnovel.com~ Why do you talk to the chieftain like this? who are you?

Well, as the leader of the oath, Drunk Wind is really qualified to yell at Thrall. After all, Thrall at this time is not the world that saved Azeroth. In the natural disaster war, the tribe’s support was The contradiction between the two sides was eased, but it was only to ease.

In the face of many big and wrong positions, the orcs have insufficient confidence.

Although Grommash Hellscream and Reid Blackhand were almost furious, Thrall was unexpectedly calm.

"If you can ensure the safety of the Draenor orcs, you can exile the ancient gods there."

"Great Chief?!"

Reid's eyes widened in disbelief.

And Grommash even directly called Thrall’s name, "Guyle, what are you talking about?!"

"I'm saying that if you can exchange the sacrifice of Draenor for the peace of Azeroth, it's all right!"

This time, Thrall turned to Grommash and said clearly every word.

"That's Draenor!" Grommash said, "There is Nagrand, there is Frostfire Ridge, that's where our ancestors lived for generations to come!"

"But Draenor is dead!" Thrall did not back down, "I am the warchief of the tribe, and I must be responsible for everyone in the tribe. Draenor was once my hometown, but that was only once, our orcs are now. Hometown is Azeroth!"

With Thrall's loud words, the elemental spirit began to move around in the small negotiation tent.

Grommash's nostrils began to emit heat. He couldn't tolerate the tribe's retreat from abandoning his homeland. In a hurry, he got up and left the tent.

In the hands of the guard, Grommash snatched his gorehowl, and then held it high above his head.

"Macgora!" (To be continued...)