When he arrived at his destination, Ferryn politely reported to the tent, "Commander General Garod, Druid Ferryn brought Mr. Andrea."

A gentle and low male voice came from the tent, "Well, thank you for your hard work, please let him in."

After entering the Central Army camp under the guidance of Ferryen, Andrea first glanced at the audience.

Several people with different expressions surrounded a male night elves with long silver hair. They were frowning and pointing on the map on the table, whispering something. As the temporary leader of the sisters, Mavi was naturally among them.

"IMHO."

A strong night elves who were half a head taller than the average clan had a hammered the table and said, "Commander-in-chief, although your steady strategy is in line with the current situation, the Malfurion Druid may not agree with your approach."

This tough night elf has a messy grass-green hair. Apart from the feathered armor that is buckled on his shoulders, his strong upper body is not covered by any clothes or armor, which looks very consistent with "natural".

The silver-haired man in the lead was Galaud Yingge who had a simple communication with Andrea before. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Yes, considering the safety of the Yufeng Priest, the attitude of the Great Druid is understandable."

"But I hope he can start from the big picture."

Gallard reached out and pointed at the location of Sin Azalie on the desktop map. "Although with the help of the demigod, we took advantage of the devil's lack of preparation and pushed the front line to the suburbs of Sin Azalie, it is undoubtedly very difficult to go further."

"In the battle in recent days, the Burning Legion has gradually begun to adapt to the impact of the demigods."

"Without the appearance of war generals such as Malonos, Makzar, Kazloga and Dog King Haka on the front line one after another. If they neglect to penetrate the enemy's formation for a moment, even the demigods will be in danger of falling."

Gallard rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and said, "Ally, we need more allies."

"By the current force alone, we can only maintain a balance of power with the Burning Legion for the time being, and cannot further attack and close the portal of the Well of Eternity. In this process, the Burning Legion is still continuously transporting more demons to Azeroth."

"If we don't get the support of the new force, we will sooner or later be dragged down by the Burning Legion's endless reinforcements."

Andrea agrees with Garode's long-term vision, and he knows something more important.

The strongest combat power of the Burning Legion, the vanguard army, was not yet on the battlefield, which proves that he believes that the situation is still under his control and there is no need to take action in person.

Andrea recognized his identity from the familiar shape of the night elf with his naked upper body. This person was the second-person of the Druid Sect, Malfurion's apprentice, Vandal Deer Helmet.

"Tsk! It's really troublesome."

Vandal scratched his head irritably, and his long grass-green hair that had been untreated was rubbed even more messy by him.

"We have used all the allies we can call. The demigods brought their respective families from Mount Hygal, and natural allies such as Chimera, Tree Demon, and Elf Dragon join us. Where do we want to find more reinforcements?"

"that……"

When Andrea heard this, he raised his hand and interrupted the argument of several people, "Can I give me some advice?"

Gallard nodded happily and said, "Of course, Mr. Andrea, sister said you are very talented in strategy and overall situation. I invite you to come here just to get some inspiration. Please speak freely, even if it is just a little possibility."

Andrea glanced at Mavie with a little surprise. The battle priest leader's face remained calm.

‘Mavie’s rating for me so high?’

Vandal walked over with a smile on his face, reached out and slapped Andrea a few times on the back.

"I heard that the special envoy was ambushed by a demon while heading to Lasallaza on his way to conduct his mission, and I thought everyone was killed."

"The Great Druid felt guilty for this for a long time. He thought it was his wrong order that harmed you. He didn't expect you to survive the disaster."

Vandal's hands were very strong, and Andrea was grinning by him, and he reached out to block the guy's claws in anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm not unscathed, because I suffered a severe blow to my head and lost most of my previous memories... Who are you?"

The smile on Vandal's face suddenly froze. He looked at Andrea in a daze and asked, "Amnesia? Just kidding, I'm Vandal, Vandal Deer Helmet."

Mavi, who folded his hands on his chest, said lightly, "I'm sorry, it's true. Only he and the trainee priest Shantis were lucky enough to survive in the entire mission."

"When Andrea arrived at the throne of the sky, the half-meter-long hideous scar that he pulled from his chest to his abdomen was still clearly visible. It was obvious that he had successfully broken through after a bloody battle."

"Forehead……"

Vandal scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say to Andrea for a moment. No matter how much he said about the past, Andrea, who had lost his memory, could not find any resonance in it.

Andrea patted Vandal's thick arm freely and easily, "Don't care, the memory of the past is lost, the important thing is not the past, but the future."

Speaking of this, Andrea put his face in a correct way, “If we want to have a future, we must first successfully expel the Burning Legion that invaded our world.”

"I will talk about my amnesia in private. Let me answer the questions of Commander-in-Chief Galaud first."

Vandal was not an ignorant person. He took two steps back and gave up his position. Andrea solemnly glanced at everyone present.

"You are misunderstandings in your idea of ​​asking for help. The first thing you think about is to dig deep into the potential of the clan. However, the current situation is cruel, and it is difficult for us to obtain more support from the clan."

"This war has not begun for a day or two. Most of the people who are interested in joining the rebels have come forward and expressed their position."

"The remaining small part is limited by irresistible external factors, and it is difficult for them to stand up and express their support to us regardless of their own safety in a short period of time."

"so……"

Andrea stretched out his right index finger and said, "Let us open our eyes and turn our eyes to other races that may send reinforcements."

"Are you asking for help from foreigners?"

A white-faced and beardless male night elf at the conference table seemed a little hesitant. Judging from the gorgeous armor on his body, this person should be an upper elf.

"Mr. Andrea, it's not that I'm pouring cold water on you. Due to the relatively tough foreign policy of the night elves at the heyday of the empire, it may be difficult to get support from foreigners in this situation."

Seeing the surprise and confusion in Andrea's eyes, Garod reached out to introduce him, "This is the leader of the Black Raven Castle Demon Swordsman, Vota Yuehen."

Andrea smiled and nodded to Garod, then turned her eyes back to Vota.

"Mr. Vota, I understand what you mean. Do you think I want to ask for help from the troll?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Vota's face, "Isn't it? The only one who has the ability to help us in this situation is the only troll who is the overlord of the world before the rise of the night elves?"

Andrea smiled and shook her head, "Of course not."

"I know the attitude of the trolls towards the night elves. They may wish that the Burning Legion could destroy us all. These short-sighted guys will never stand up and send reinforcements for us."

"When I'm talking about reinforcements, I mean the Taurens and Pandas who live at the foot of the High Mountains."
Chapter completed!