There are many ghosts in the dark corners, and I don’t know how many terrifying banshees are hidden there.
Sal felt the gloomy chill and said flatteringly: "Your Majesty, we are all tribes. Why can't we sit down and talk about anything? Why hurt the harmony."
Sylvanas was serious about her words and said loudly: "Thall, you have been the warchief for too long. For the sake of Azeroth, how about giving it to me?"
Sal was furious and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He could only say helplessly: "Sister, you and I are as close as one family. Who can hold the position of chief?"
Sylvanas said coldly: "So you agree, good. From now on, I will be the chief of the tribe."
After that, Sylvanas looked at the other leaders, her eyes stayed on Varian's face for a moment, and she said slowly:
"We Forsaken cannot have children. I hope that the Kingdom of Stormwind can regularly provide us with population to produce Forgotten. My request is not high, but I will provide half of the people first."
Varian just sneered and did not answer.
Sylvanas noticed something different in Varian's smile. She paused and turned to Magni Bronzebeard: "I hope that the dwarves can become slaves of the Forsaken and help us build weapons and
Armor, all this is for Azeroth."
Magni laughed loudly and waved the Storm Hammer in his hand: "Rotten Sylvanas, your banshees cannot scare me. The dwarf kings are all masters of controlling fire."
A red flame appeared on the third floor of Ice Crown Fortress, which was a large amount of fire elements. The tall fire elements illuminated everything, and the temperature in the air rose rapidly.
I saw a group of banshees gathering together in the corner, trembling with fear.
Flame is the nemesis of the banshee. Sylvanas gritted her teeth and said: "King Bronzebeard, are you going to be my enemy?"
Magni Bronzebeard waved his hand, and a large amount of fire elements rushed towards the banshee. Under the scorching heat, the banshees screamed and disappeared into ashes.
Magni's expression was cold, with a self-centered expression:
"Sylvanas Windrunner, kneel down and surrender to me."
Sylvanas bit her lip stubbornly. Behind her, the great mage Antonidas was ready to cast spells at any time. Magni knew that he could not stop the teleportation spell, so he did not force him again.
Magni Bronzebeard's expression softened and he announced loudly: "We dwarves have nothing to do with the world. We don't want to be enemies with any race. We just want to get the relics of Icecrown Fortress. These are the heritage of our dwarf family. I don't think so."
There will be people competing with me."
Jaina on the side chuckled and said sarcastically: "King Bronzebeard, you regard all Titan relics as the heritage of the dwarves, and now you actually want to get your hands on the Lich King's relics. The Scourge has not yet been destroyed.
You are so arrogant."
Jaina's slender body surged with powerful magic: "I uphold justice and cannot stand any power. Magni Bronzebeard, don't think that no one can cure you."
Jaina opened several portals, and a large number of tall ice elements entered the Ice Crown Fortress. The hot air quickly turned cold, and the temperature continued to drop.
A battle broke out between the ice element and the fire element, with ice and flames colliding violently.
Originally, the ice element and the fire element were evenly matched.
But Jaina was an archmage herself, and a bright halo appeared under her feet, empowering the ice element. Magni's fire element was quickly unable to block it, and he was retreating steadily.
Seeing that something was not going well, Magni raised his storm hammer and hit Jaina.
Jaina was well prepared, summoning an extremely tall ice element and condensing an ice shield to block Magni's attack.
In the end, the fire element was defeated, and even Magni himself was frozen in an ice coffin by Jaina.
Jaina raised her pointed chin and said arrogantly: "Sylvanas, if I want to become the warchief of the tribe, do you support me?"
Sylvanas glanced at Antonidas, who frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head bitterly.
This meant that Antonidas was not sure of escaping in front of Jaina. Sylvanas thought calmly for a while and then replied helplessly:
"My sister is impeccable in terms of background, appearance, and character. If you serve as the chief of the tribe, you will be much better than that stinky orc. I support it."
Jaina smiled happily and looked at King Varian again:
"Your Majesty the King, thank you for your many years of hard work. You are a qualified leader of the alliance, but I think I am more suitable for this position than you. What do you think?"
Varian was about to say something when he heard the sound of footsteps. Fordring held the Helm of Command in his hand and walked down from the Frozen Throne step by step.
"I have fulfilled my mission. I have successfully eliminated the Lich King Arthas and saved the world. Everyone, I should be the leader of the alliance and the tribe."
Sal, who had been silent all this time, laughed loudly and looked around with a smile:
"What have I heard? You are simply too presumptuous. Have you forgotten? My position as warchief is supported by the envoys of the gods, and the moon god Elune is my strong backing."
Jaina also smiled:
"Times have changed, Thrall, do you think that after the Scourge is eliminated, the orcs can unify Azeroth? After the Scourge is destroyed, the orcs will lose their role."
Of course Sal didn't believe it and was about to discern something.
With a flash of light, the divine envoy appeared in Icecrown Fortress, snatched the Helm of Command from Fording's hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and let out a long breath:
"This is indeed Alsace's Helm of Command. Fording, you really did it. You destroyed the Scourge and killed Alsace. By the way, can you meet the original divine envoy?"
The original divine envoy was captured by the Scourge Legion, and his soul was imprisoned in the Hall of Reflection. Fording shook his head: "I'm sorry, the noble original divine envoy was not found."
The messenger breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be sad: "I will report everything to the moon god Elune. Fording, you did a good job. It's great to have you in Azeroth."
As soon as he saw the envoy, Thrall seemed to have a backbone. He stepped forward and begged: "Master the envoy, these people actually want to seize the position of the chief. It is simply lawless."
The divine messenger looked at Thrall calmly and explained: "Thall, please be patient. This is the will of the moon god Elune. The moon god Elune loves the orcs deeply, but the orcs in Orgrimmar are alien to her."
In the battle formation, it is no longer the old tribe that the moon god admired, and the orcs need to grow up through hardships."
"Ordeal? This isn't fair," Thrall protested.
The angel made a serious face and reprimanded:
"Thall, what the Moon God needs is an army of orcs that look down on them, not a group of wastes who are greedy for pleasure. Without the support of the Moon God, you are a useless waste. The orcs need to stand out in fair competition, otherwise they will
Let’s all die.”
Thrall has not forgotten the cruel methods of the gods, so he can only obey and dare not speak out.
Fording looked at Jaina's large group of ice elements and said confidently:
"Jaina, your ice elemental army is very powerful, but Azeroth also hides even more terrifying power. Let you see the real undead natural disaster."