This one is really for you."

"No! We don't want that."

Maraad glanced at Prophet Velen, who nodded to him, then the garrison commander said in a deep voice:

"We draenei are not warlike.

All attacks we make are to protect ourselves and our people. We are taught by the Holy Light to have a merciful heart, but we do not want another disaster to befall our innocent people.

Therefore, the Draenei chose ‘Saxtus the Immovable! We are not willing to lose anything anymore, we want to walk the path of protection!”

"Very well, you chose the most useless one."

Blake said maliciously.

But he had no intention of changing the draenei's choice, and looked at the other people in front of him. The Kaldorei elves and humans wanted to show their respects. Although they also wanted to, they both maintained restraint.

But our Chief Red is notoriously shameless, so he pushed away the person in front of him and shouted loudly:

"Dranor is the home of the orcs, us"

"You still have the nerve to say this is your hometown, look what you have done to your hometown?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Archbishop Nellie in a sarcastic tone. Sister Delaney said sarcastically:

"You are indeed the biological sons born in the world of Draenor, but you have smashed your own home into what it is now. You are the real traitors!

On the contrary, we Draenei, the children picked up from the world of Draenor, have been working hard to protect it.

If the world could talk, she would definitely scold you and drive you out of the house."

The shameless Chief Red has nothing to say about this sentence. What he said is the truth. What can he do?

This is not a problem that can be solved by being shameless.

And this kind of scene shows the importance of the elderly,

When Red was embarrassed, Ner'zhul, who had been silent all this time, coughed. The old orc leaned on his Shadowmoon bone staff and said in a low voice:

"It is precisely because we orcs have done unforgivable wrongs to our hometown that we need to make more fearless efforts to make up for the mistakes we have made.

We will sincerely pray for forgiveness from our hometown, and become the true defenders of the world of Draenor from now on. Past mistakes inspire us, spur us on, and make us better ourselves...

Orcs worship strength!

We who have made mistakes no longer desire revenge and killing.

So we choose Thorathus, Heart of Stone, and we will give it to our most courageous supreme warrior, so that he can represent us and the world and repel all enemies who try to destroy Draenor!"

"Great! You made the right choice."

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"Although Draenei friends are very reluctant, they have to admit Red's bad statement. The orcs are indeed the third civilization after the arakkoa empire and the ogre empire that were born in the world of Draenor.

Now that the first two civilizations have been destroyed, the orcs can call themselves the Children of the World.

They have the right to receive gifts from Mother World.

The next step is to choose between the Kaldorei and humans for the power of revenge and healing."

"We want a cure!"

After the high knight Turalyon discussed with the two archmages, he put forward his own opinion. However, Black scoffed at it. The pirate pointed at his head with a sneer and said:

"With me here, it's your turn to represent human civilization! You paladins and mages really don't have any self-awareness at all, go ahead.

On behalf of mankind, I choose the power of vengeance ‘Marus the Blood Drinker.”

Black snorted, looked at Hissari Black Crow and Silent Staghelm, and announced:

"Then the last Eternal Iselarus belongs to the Kaldorei, do you have any objection?"

"Druidism celebrates natural healing."

Deer Helmet nodded and said:

“We are very satisfied with this result, but I also know that choosing the Ring means staying in the world of Draenor for a long time and fighting for the redemption and recovery of this world, so it is not suitable for everyone.

After all we have our world to fight for, we must"

At this point, Staghelm suddenly stopped. He frowned and looked at the smiling Black. He suddenly realized that Black's decision to leave the healing ring to the Kaldorei was not a random choice.

He has his own agenda in it.

"This is far away from the World Tree Nordrassil, my dear Staghelm."

Blake said softly:

"But it's quite close to the world of death."

Old Staghelm's eyes lit up, he coughed twice, turned back and whispered to Black Crow and Hamuul:

"Do you have any objection to me controlling this world ring?"

"But that means you'll have to stay in Draenor forever."

Hamuul wagged his tail and said:

"The Order probably won't agree. Your existence is too important to the Cenarion Order. Why don't we ask Sir Malfurion and the King of the Forest for instructions?"

"No need!"

Staghelm's stubborn side showed up again. He looked at the sun-flamed gold ring that was being melted in the forge by Draenei craftsmen. He said in a decisive tone:

"They will understand that I choose to stay here."
Chapter completed!