Chapter 120: Don't bother to think about your name

Wen Leisa heard Xie Feng's words and didn't know how to answer for a while, so she turned to sarcastic words.

"So what's going on with the tribe? Can the hatred between us and the orcs and trolls be easily resolved? Not to mention destroying the undead of Quelthalas. Are you still aligned with them? Are you still living a life of silence?"

"Then what do you think we should do? The entire kingdom is trapped in the northern part of the continent by the plague land and cannot advance or retreat. If the main undead force who was led to Northrend by Prince and Illidan, we will be the first to be eliminated!"

"The pressure of extermination has forced us to cooperate with these past enemies! Don't think that you hate orcs and trolls to the core, will others not have hatred?"

"Where is the alliance at this time? Except for the Blood Crusader, I have not seen any pure human army fighting in the plagueland!"

"And, why don't you say who the Forgotten leader is?"

Wenleza said angrily: "No matter how slander you are, aren't you still companions with those evil orcs?"

Xie Feng said disdainfully: "Don't tell me any evil orcs! In the Battle of Mount Haigal, our old enemy, Kadore, participated in the war, the Taurus trolls and orcs participated in the war, what about humans? In addition to the Kurtilas Navy, who agree with the new tribe of the Sar, do you have a slight reinforcement in Stormwind City? Where are the Dalaran Mages who have high hopes for?"

"Although we join the tribe and join the enemies of the past, we are still an independent race after all, with our own honor and dignity! Why don't you, your so-called ally humans, win a place for you in the alliance?"

"Why have I never seen the words and seals of the Alliance High Elves on so many contracts?"

"The dwarfs depend on the Iron Fortress, but they have a place among the five races of the Alliance. The Dark Spear Troll depends on the Orcs and also has a place among the five races of the Horde. But what about you? Are you still a vassal of humans?" After saying this, without waiting for Wen Lesa to refute, he turned his head to look at Galinde and said:

"I came here to find the tribesmen who were scattered all over the mainland, return with me, and save the Silver Moon City in danger!"

"This is my request to you as an elves of Silver Moon City!!"

Wen Leisa did not continue arguing with Xie Feng, and also looked at Galinde, waiting for her decision.

From a standpoint, the high elves who are now staying in the alliance hate the orcs to the bones. They believe that they should cooperate with the alliance to revive Quelthalas and avenge the orcs. However, the blood elves hatred for the natural disasters of the undead is even greater than that of the orcs. They believe that the alliance betrays themselves first and must find new energy to replace or temporarily replace the Sunwell to ensure the health of the tribesmen, so they join the tribe in exchange for more relaxed living conditions.

The high elves in Queldani's hut did not participate in the battle of natural disasters and did not have the kind of heart-to-heart hatred towards the undead natural disasters. On the contrary, they had experienced the Second War personally and hated the orcs to the core. It was very difficult for Xie Feng to convince them to join his camp.

Therefore, he did not take out the certificate he asked for from Leaderine at the first time. Instead, he lowered his posture and asked Quildani's hut to join the racial life and death. With the arrogant personality of the elves, he took out a large group of senior officials to issue a certificate at this time and was likely to arouse their disgust and push them to Wenleza. In terms of the survival of the tribesmen, it is easier to arouse their common hatred and share the same hatred.

His attitude was obviously more tempting than Wen Lesa's empty expression. Gallinde, who had not changed his mentality from the past glory that the powerful kingdom was swaying northern borders, had no big idea of ​​the so-called revival race. Instead, his belief in defending his country was more convincing to these soldiers.

Galinde sat there, frowned and thought for a long time, but finally couldn't make up his mind, stood up and said to the two of them ~

"You two are here for a while. This matter is of great importance. I dare not make a decision easily. I will discuss with others before giving you a reply!"

After saying that, she left the two of them to go out by themselves. It was of great importance and she didn't care about any etiquette.

When Galinde went out, Wen Leisa and Xie Feng were left in the conference hall, where they were sitting and staring at each other. The atmosphere seemed very strange~~

After all, Wen Leisa is a peak-level ninth-level strongman. He is a great figure who steps into the hero realm with one foot. After a while, Xie Feng, the rookie, couldn't stand it anymore. He had no choice but to find trouble and tease Wen Leisa to relieve the pressure.

I saw him lift his feet up and put them on the conference table, asking tremblingly~

"I said ~~ Your man, Ronin, decided when will he transform himself into a lich?"

"Who told you that he was going to transform into a lich? Do you think he is as shameless as you? He turned black and white to make up for his life!" Wen Leisa replied in a stern tone.

"Oh?" Xie Feng continued to tease with surprise: "Are you sure he doesn't become a lich? Is he going to transform into a magic puppet?"

Wen Leisa no longer paid attention to this bad-hearted bastard and closed her eyes and said nothing.

Xie Feng ignored her, looked at her with sympathy and continued to tease: "If it weren't for it, you would be miserable!"

"The average lifespan of high elves is over a thousand years, right? In terms of the lifespan of Ronin, his strength is at the level of Antonidas, so he should die first, right?"

"What will you do then? Will the High Elves also have an old grudge like Tyrande appear?"

Wen Leisa held the hilt of the sword with a pale face, wishing she could slash him alive.

Xie Feng ignored it and said to him with a vulgar expression, "That, actually, I know a few goblin merchants. Do I want me to buy you a few special bananas like those used by Tyrande in case of emergency?"

There was a look of confusion in Wen Leisa's eyes. It was obvious that the "pure" Azeroth natives did not have the bad intentions of Xie Feng. However, seeing Xie Feng's obscene expression, Wen Leisa still knew that what he said must be nothing good.

Seeing Wen Leisa's reaction, Xie Feng laughed a few times and said that he was not provoking the powder barrel. He was tragic when he accidentally exploded. After taking some advantage of the word, he hid aside and secretly went to have fun.
Chapter completed!