Next to McDonald, Tyrande was wearing a gauze-like mooncloth robe, her beautiful eyes blinking: "Fortunately, all your clever ideas are used on the enemy."
Alas, it would be a lot of fun if Mr. Mai imitated Chou Country and monitored his 'allies' like crazy.
McDonald smiled and said: "I have always treated all races in the league fairly. I will not discriminate against any race based on preconceived ideas. I think I have always done a good job."
Some of Mr. Mai's political methods may seem a little immature to others.
This can't be blamed on him. After all, he is just a young man in his early twenties. How can he be as cunning as an established politician?
But his talents in all aspects are unparalleled, and his ability to lead everyone to build a big pie is unparalleled in Azeroth.
This is why Tyrande had to be convinced.
The high priest held his cheek and said: "Okay, Your Excellency, the just leader, you specifically asked me to come here, so you asked me to come to watch your performance, right?"
"Of course it's important business."
"Ha! I was also thinking of doing some personal business." If Tyrande pointed out something, McDonald didn't dare to look at it at all.
The high priest has been aggressively attacking recently, and he is afraid of being caught accidentally.
A thousand-year-old goblin with extremely slippery shoulders is good. McDonald already has one who is three thousand years old and two who are more than one thousand years old. He really has no intention to expand the hunting range. He is very satisfied with the current situation. Recently, he has been avoiding Tai.
Rand's.
"Ahem, we only discuss business matters in the military council hall." McDonald coughed tactically: "I invite the High Priest to come here this time because I want to discuss with you the reconstruction of the Cenarion Circle."
"Huh?" Tyrande's two slender eyebrows almost stood up. I don't know if she was complaining in her heart that even though she was dressed like this, McDonald's hadn't been conquered yet. She was really awesome, or she was complaining about something else.
How rare!
According to Tyrande's understanding of Macdonken, this guy respects druids, but he is obviously a guy who focuses all his talents on the technology line.
Why are you suddenly concerned about the Cenarion Circle?
"After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the heavy damage suffered by World Tree has been slowly recovering, right?"
"Indeed." Tyrande nodded.
"Have you considered expanding the power core of the Cenarion Council, recruiting more members, and accelerating the recovery of the World Tree and the entire world environment?"
This really stunned Tyrande.
It's a good thing McDonald's really cares about such an unpopular thing.
Fandral Staghelm has been up to something lately.
"Nordrassil is dying and there is no way to save it. We must plant a new world tree to ensure the prosperity of the night elves."
Fandral proposed to plant a new world tree on the outlying island in the northwest of Kalimdor continent. He even named it [Teldrassil]. I have to admit that there is really a market for his idea.
Nordrassil was dying after being bombed once, and the other druids tried their best to make no improvement.
Among the night elves, the World Tree is a kind of belief. It feels really uncomfortable to watch the belief gradually collapse.
At times like this, Tyrande had to complain about the futility of her green mold bamboo horse. As long as Malfurion could work harder, he wouldn't hand over the initiative to the Druid faction. She just trusted Elune.
Yes, there is no way to really get involved in the affairs of the Druid sect, but the night elves lack an original number three figure to check and balance Fandral.
MacDonald's suggestion made Tyrande's eyes light up.
"Oh? What are the specific suggestions?"
"Introduce the tauren to join the Cenarion Council and establish a pan-racial organization to heal the earth. Among them, the tauren druid Hamuul*rune totem, his character and ability are quite good."
When Tyrande heard this, her heart skipped a beat.
The tauren have had a close relationship with the night elves in the past ten thousand years, and the Kaldorei also have a good impression of Brother Niu. After all, Brother Niu's shamans and druids came from the same origin as the night elves, and they also accepted Cenarius at the beginning.
His teachings are completely his own on the doctrinal level.
Now that the Alliance wants to divide the tribes, the introduction of tauren will naturally gain the support of the Alliance. This can also prevent Fandral from becoming a dominant player in the druid field and unable to restrain them.
If there is a blame, Tyrande can even throw it on McDonald's head, and McDonald's will be happy to take the blame. He only needs to divide the tribe. This is simply killing multiple birds!
"What a genius idea! It's amazing!" Tyrande excitedly held McDonald's hand with both hands, and his voice became a little high-pitched.
"Uh, prizes, prizes!" McDonald was also very excited.
Let me ask you, being held by a pair of delicate, boneless hands, with those white jade-like fingers constantly scratching the palm of your hand, and a pair of Mount Hyjal in the white mist shaking the ground, can you not be excited?
A cunning old man!
The old shoulder is extremely slippery!
McDonald tried hard to control himself and withdrew his right hand: "Your Majesty the High Priest, you are serious. I suddenly remembered that I also want to inspect the new shock absorber system of our army's tanks. It is urgent, so I will leave first."
After saying that, McDonald took Queen Xi's hand a little forcefully and hurriedly walked away.
Tyrande held her cheek and looked playfully: "Oh, man!"
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When the night elves proposed that the tauren druids join the Cenarion Circle, and promised that if Hamuul agreed to join the trap, ah, no, publicly announced that he would join the Cenarion Circle, the night elves would send no less than five hundred
The druids help cleanse the land of Mulgore from the corruption of death, and Cairne despairs.
Can he refuse?
He simply couldn't refuse!
Mogolei is the ancestral land where the tauren have thrived for tens of thousands of years.
Everyone has a hometown!
No one can bear to see their ancestral land destroyed by the power of death!
If Kane refuses, he will be the top sinner of the entire Tauren clan.
Brother Big Niu also knows that this year the alliance will not continue to provide food aid, and the tribe will not give a grain of food to the tauren. The orcs and trolls don't have enough to eat, so who cares about the tauren? The tauren can only rely on themselves.
McDonald kept him and his people in check.
Kane can't blame McDonald, after all, the Scourge is the enemy of all living things in the world, and those bones cause destruction indiscriminately all over the world.
Having said that, he may not believe in the Alliance, but he cannot disbelieve in the night elves. The character of the dark elves has been tested for thousands of years.
"Chief, what should I do?" Hamuul was actually quite moved, and he still wanted to ask Kane. Now that the mainstream of the tribe was unfavorable to the tauren, and the Alliance was trying hard to win over the tauren, Hamuul's mind was also stuck.
Sitting on a small hill at the foot of Thunder Bluff, watching his twelve-year-old son race a car to the strange and exciting music of "The Crawfish Hunter", Kane suddenly smiled.
"Perhaps it was a mistake to join the Horde. I will bear the responsibility for the wrong things I did. At worst, I will use my life to repay Warchief Thrall for his kindness." Kane stood up, originally looking decadent.
He became energetic: "However, let the next generation decide the fate of the next generation of tauren!"
