"Wait!" Lothama suddenly stood up and stopped Hawksbill, who was at a loss and the angry Xie Feng, with a gloomy face: "Calm down, Alex, this is not as simple as you think."

"What else can I do? Erigore can die in vain?" Xie Feng looked ferocious, and Feng Jian jumped into his palm: "I will use the heads of two thousand thorns and fire tree trolls to apologize to the teacher! I will make them pay their blood debts and blood!"

Rathma did not answer directly, but instead talked about something else: "Alex, just yesterday afternoon, the Dakale troll priest you caught was robbed by a group of adventurers who had stable remote teleportation capabilities."

"Xia? Adventurer?" Xie Feng was shocked, his spirit flashed, and various clues began to connect quickly in his mind.

Kelthas and Passaren also felt something was wrong. All the clues gathered in the direction of the troll...

Xie Feng sat on the chair and looked up at the sky: "It's really a lot of effort~"

After thinking through everything, he still has any anger and murderous intentions? He was left with extreme reluctance! He tried his best to create an opportunity for the rise of the Kingdom of Quel'thalas! Did he fail so much?!

"Is it the chief? With Thrall's character, it's really scary." Taking a deep breath, Xie Feng's eyes slowly condensed and stared at Lothemma. If it was Thrall's masterpiece, he could still accept it, if Woking, the old troll who always makes people ignore, or someone else. Then it would be more than fear...

There was no sign of depression on Rothema's face, perhaps because he had faced a more sinister situation many times. He glanced at everyone present and finally focused on the prince: "Your Highness, we must make a choice as soon as possible."

"Undercity must not be given up!" Prince Kelthas also looked ugly, but still maintained his rationality, and waved his hand and said firmly: "The Forgotten will be our last and most reliable ally in the Northern Continent!"

Looking at the ministers who looked ugly, depressed, or unwilling, he forced a smile to express his gratitude and said, "In any case, we will lose the opportunity to expand and rise at most, but no one can stop our revival!"

"As long as we watch over the Forgotten Ones, the East-West Plague Land will be our bag! One day we can dispel natural disaster pollution and become another Yongge Forest!" Scan the map of the North Mainland in front of us and pointed outside: "Don't forget that there is Northrend! After defeating the natural disaster, there is too much land here for us to occupy and transform!"

Passaren also echoed and sneered: "The tribes and alliances will not be strong forever, nor will every chieftain be as wise as Thrall. A long life is our greatest capital! We can wait!"

Xie Feng was speechless, and he didn't have the ability to accept the change of his thinking. Although he was still very unwilling to accept it, he turned around and ordered: "No matter what, control the trolls and the Fire Tree Troll first and take it as a hostage."

"In addition, Vaughan is also a hero. With the magic sword Susasu, the tribe will not give up easily! If you hand over the Fire Tree and the Thorn Burning Trolls, everything Vaughan does will be transferred to Thrall and Wojin. With the disputes in Undercity, the hatred and barriers between the alliance and the tribe will no longer be adjusted."

He scratched his head and said helplessly: "It seems that we still have to face the pressure from the alliance!"

The three tribes are in the western continent. Although the land is barren and resources are scarce, the night elves rarely take the initiative to attack. They secretly cut down some trees in the Ashes Valley to produce some small frictions, and Draenei is too busy to take care of himself, which is quite safe.

But the blood elves and the Forgotten Ones have to face the strongest humans and dwarves in the alliance! Don't mention the dwarf~

"At least you don't have to face the alliance and the tribe at the same time, right?" Passaren rubbed his eyebrows, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Don't forget that the Forgotten still controls a powerful weapon - withering potion!"

Everyone suddenly felt cold sweat, including the prince. The tragedy of the Fortress in the Late Winter is still vivid in my mind. Can that kind of thing be used casually? Xie Feng swallowed his saliva and moistened his dry throat: "Do you want the Undercity to become the second Ice Crown Fortress?"

He shook his head and said, "It's really not possible. We can also secretly unite with the Stormgard Alliance."

He was suddenly stunned when he said this, looking at Lothama speechlessly: "Is that the fox the plan?"

If the powerful orcs were allowed to occupy the Undercity, the Stormgard League had no other choice except to follow the Azeroth League one by one, because the tribe didn't need them to restrain the league at all! Instead, they were easy to squeeze persimmons.

But if it were replaced by a blood elves, it would be the best choice to have their interval alliance...

"There is really no simple product!" He held his chin and tapped the table and sighed secretly.

He admired Lothama a little! There were no heroes, no established troops that could be taken advantage of, and the diplomatic environment was also a mess, and even Sylvanas didn't give him a good face. But even so, according to the original trajectory, he actually led Silver Moon City to the end of the Northern Expedition, and there was a faint revival!

Just as he sighed, the one-eyed Ranger brought him a surprise again: "Sar and Woking secretly supported the trolls and wanted to balance Silver Moon City. We can also take advantage of the issue and gradually recalled the Rangers in the Silver Covenant and Alliance under the excuse of Zu Aman's feud! As long as we return to the Ghost Land and the logistics supplies are controlled by us, can we still escape?"
Chapter completed!