Maraad left angrily.

But his last speech gave Ner'zhul hope. The old orc had secretly met with Velen in Shattrath City before, and he knew that the prophet Velen was willing to join forces with him to save the world.

However, although the prophet is the spiritual leader of the Draenei, the government of the Draenei is controlled by the Council of Bishops, and major events like this must be approved by the archbishops.

And Maraad, the military commander, has promised to convey the request, which is equivalent to Ner'zhul having taken care of the most difficult hawkish force.

The advancement of this matter is already a certainty.

This made the old orc relax.

He looked at Garona who was very disappointed at this time with a grateful look. Although he didn't hear clearly what the orc female assassin and Maraad said just now,

But it is certain that Maraad's softening attitude must have something to do with Garona.

"Oh, seeing the former orc leader working so humblely to save the world, even a cold-blooded pirate like me is moved."

Blake, who had been watching but said nothing, stretched his body, and he shouted carelessly to the human paladins and mages in the crowd:

"Hey, let me tell you, you guys can make such a decision because of the blood feud between the draenei and the orcs. What are you guys still hesitating about?

Is this what the Holy Light teaches you?

Is this how Marshal Lothar guided you?

Your performance really makes me feel ashamed as a human being,"

"Shut up, pirate!"

Archmage Vargas, wearing a purple wizard's pointed hat, turned his head and yelled:

"We are discussing a major issue of the survival of the world, and you should not express your opinion at this time."

"I think you just deserve a beating."

Blake replied coldly.

He glanced at the silent guys in the crowd around him, and he knew what these guys were hesitating about.

Although Ner'zhul made his plan very clear, the old orc ignored a very critical issue.

It's not that humans are unwilling to help. Their coming to Draenor proves that they have the idea to save the world. Their only question is what is the success rate of this matter.

This kind of thinking also appears among the Queldorei elves and the Black Crow Chapter.

After all, the old orc's plan is risky.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, a large-scale elemental unsealing ceremony was to be carried out in Shadowmoon Valley, where demons were everywhere, which meant that everyone had to compete face-to-face with demons.

The frontal battlefield is different from the previous assassinations.

This is of a completely different nature.

What's more, I don't know whether Ner'zhul was honest or stupid. The old orc only said from the beginning that Kil'jaeden's eyes had fallen on the world of Draenor.

This is equivalent to saying that the opponent of the Azeroth Expeditionary Force this time is the Deceiver himself.

Peipei, when the Defiler appeared in Dalaran less than three minutes ago, it turned the whole of Dalaran upside down. Now we have to face a big demon of the same level as the Defiler, and this demon has already taken over Draenor.

In a world of advantages.

No wonder these commanders were so hesitant.

"So, I should be the one to talk about this from the beginning."

Black walked to the bonfire, stretched out his hand and pulled the old orc up from the ground. He said to Ner'zhul:

"It's not like persuading others to help. You should explain the interest relationship clearly and concisely from the beginning. These guys can get to this point. They are all talented people.

Emotional persuasion alone won't do.

Come and watch me perform next!"

The stinky pirate gave Ner'zhul a "reassuring" look. He coughed a few times and said to the people in front of him:

"Come, come, come here, everyone, let me make an announcement!

Of course, everyone's eyes fell on the stinky pirate. Maiev, who was sitting outside the crowd, also raised her head, revealing an interested look under her hood.

She really wanted to see what kind of magic words this man with whom she had recently maintained a frequent and inappropriate "mutual-help" relationship could say?

"I know what you guys are worried about, so I will give you a guarantee and an offer you can't refuse."

Blake snorted and took out a familiar thing from his hand.

The elemental emblem of the djinn.

This thing has become popular in almost all of Azeroth in the past half year. From the elven villages in Darkshore to the downtown area of ​​Stanthosum, people everywhere are holding this thing and swaggering through the city.

And the "omnipotent genie" has also become a "shortcut" for many people to realize their dreams in life.

This also includes many dog ​​gamblers.

There are indeed many people who became rich overnight through transactions with the djinn. The most legendary one is a poor boy from the Kingdom of Stromgard. By relying on three transactions with the djinn, he not only married the earl’s daughter, inherited the earl’s family property, but also

Served as the mayor of the kingdom.

It can be said that I have reached the pinnacle of my life.

The story of the lucky boy inspired many people to seek out the djinn to make deals.

But the truth that propaganda everywhere will not tell these profit-seeking guys is that the djinn trade is extremely risky.

In the past six months, according to Dalaran statistics, at least two thousand people have lost their lives in the eastern continent alone because of various stupid wishes.

Therefore, although among the people, the djinn god Al Abbas is praised as a generous god, among orthodox spellcasters and high-level circles, the djinn god is undoubtedly regarded as something like an "evil god".

As far as Black knows, in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, officials have banned the circulation of Djinn emblems, but there are many private transactions.

After all, people’s desire to have everything overnight cannot be suppressed.

"What are you doing with this thing?"

Archmage Ansrem hated this kind of trickery that relied on mysticism. He said:

"Although the Djinn is an elemental demigod and is powerful enough to rival demons, it is bound to the elemental power of Azeroth. Summoning it in Draenor is not a good idea."

"Shout, the wisdom of the foolish mage!"

Blake sneered:

"Do you think that's all I have to offer? Relying on a weak demigod to fight against demons? Are you looking down on me too much? Shut up and listen honestly."

After saying that, the pirate rubbed the emblem and quickly summoned the djinn.

But this time, Al Abbas did not come empty-handed. The moment he appeared, his wind-element claws held an elemental holy blade with a strange shape like a large tuning fork.

The moment this thing appeared, the spellcasters present all let out a cry of surprise.

Especially Kael'thas and Hissari Black Crow, both of whom live in the Fire of Savras, can easily perceive the elemental power from the same source as the Primordial Fire from this elemental blade.

That is the original power of Azeroth!

The everlasting wind.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Blake made an exaggerated entrance sound effect from his mouth, stretched out his hands to introduce the elemental blade in the hand of the djinn to everyone, he said:

"This holy blade will give birth to an elemental monarch who can replace Al'Akir, the Wind Rider. I originally planned to awaken His Highness Sunderland somewhere in Azeroth.

But later I discovered that instead of exposing myself at the risk of being retaliated by the insane Al'Akir, it would be better for His Highness Sunderland to be reborn in a location that the Sky Wall cannot sense.

Therefore, I chose this elemental rescue battle in Draenor as the place of resurrection for His Highness Sunderland the Wind Chaser!

Therefore, there is not one, but two demigods who will support the orcs in saving the world's elements! At the same time, because His Highness Sunderland was born in the primordial wind of Azeroth, his power will not depend on the boundaries of the world.

Attenuation occurs.

It is the vanguard general in this elemental war!

All you have to do is clean up the battlefield for His Highness Sunderland, and don't let the demons interfere with its battle with Draenor's Elemental Echo.

As long as you work hard and wait for His Highness Sunderland to return to his loyal Sky Wall and replace the crazy Al'Akir as the God of Wind, everyone present will be a 'minister of the dragon'!"

The smelly pirate said eloquently:

"His Royal Highness Sunderland is famous for his generosity.

When the time comes, you will get the goodwill of the new dynasty of Skywall. What do you want? The most important thing is that you helped His Highness Sunderland. When the demons invade Azeroth in the future, His Highness Sunderland will definitely do the same.

Help you!

Isn't this kind of mutual help what our miserable world needs most?

Hey, do you understand now?

Helping the orcs is helping yourselves.

I have already talked about this, if you still can’t make up your mind, then I really have no choice.”

Everyone was suddenly moved.

But Prince Kael'thas said:
To be continued...