Ever since the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu was eaten alive by Thrall, he has gradually lost his right to speak.
Without the Dragon King, the Bronze Dragon Legion lost at least 70% of its combat power.
Although Anachronos is the most trusted heir of Nozdormu, his strength cannot match even one of the old Dragon King's claws, making it difficult for him to convince the public.
The Bronze Dragon Legion fell into civil strife, and its combat power plummeted.
Just like Gadgetzan being surrounded, if Nozdormu was still alive, he would have intervened long ago.
But Anachronos didn't dare and wanted to protect the bronze dragon's face, so he could only propose a negotiation method.
Tried to get in touch with Khadgar, and to Anachronos' surprise, Khadgar readily agreed.
The negotiation took place in Thunder Bluff, a luxury hotel.
Watching the herd of cattle running below, calling the one you like and feasting on it is the ultimate enjoyment.
In addition to the representatives of both parties, the head of state Mal'gok and the archmage Khadgar, Anachronos also invited Chen Stormstout, the Draenei Amador from the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, Durotan from the Winterspring Valley, and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Zhu Taran.
There were a few people who originally didn't want to mess with this muddy waters, but when they found out it was Thunder Bluff, they all readily agreed.
Anaclos recruited a large number of media personnel, golden retriever kobolds, and well-known media personnel Big Candle Garg personally led the interview team.
Everything was ready, and everyone rushed to Thunder Bluff one after another.
The head of state, Margok, was thinking about how to please Chen Stormstout and discussed it with his subordinates.
Senior Advisor Varrego suggested: "I heard that Pandaren are very knowledgeable in cooking, and we ogres are also good at it. Why not give him our most precious recipe?"
The butcher said coldly: "Pandaren think that their cooking skills are the best in Azeroth, and they look down on the cooking skills of any race. It is useless to give them away, they will only get ridicule."
Varrego said in surprise: "How can you be the first in Azeroth if you stick to your own claims and are proud and complacent?"
"As long as they think Azeroth is number one, it's enough. Pandaren are famous for their stubbornness. If you want to provoke the pandarens, just say they are not good at cooking and they will turn against you directly. Thrall has eaten countless
Pandaren, but I don’t dare to criticize Pandaren’s cooking skills.” The butcher investigated the Pandaren and his tone was slightly unkind.
Margok looked dumbfounded: "I heard that Chen Stormstout is building a heavenly palace. Is it possible to start from this aspect?"
The butcher shook his head: "The buildings of our ogres are more than strong, but they focus on practical value and are not exquisite enough. In fact, it is very simple to deal with the Pandaren. Either threaten or flatter them. As long as you make them happy, you are willing to put the whole family together."
I’ll give it to you to eat.”
Margok sighed and said:
"As the head of state, I have never said such words. For the sake of the ogres and the Golia Empire, I have no choice but to endure it."
That night, Margok found a carefully raised tauren with delicious meat and brought it to Chen Stormstout as a gift. No one knew what the two talked about.
At midnight, Chen Stormstout, who was drunk, put his arms around Margok, called him brothers, and walked out of the door in person.
When he woke up early the next morning, Chen Stormstout sent someone to invite Margok, saying that he must marry him as a foreign brother.
Mal'gok achieved his first major diplomatic victory, but little did he know that a shadow had already enveloped Thunder Bluff.
Tyrande disliked the smell of the Warden's Crypt, which was always filled with the smell of death.
Of course, Tyrande didn't like the Watchers either. She once killed many Watchers regardless of her family's friendship.
Seeing Tyrande coming, the watchers all hid far away, and Tyrande could only shout at the top of his lungs:
"I want to see Maiev."
Maiev came fully armed wearing Warden armor and carrying weapons.
"Tylande, the air here does not welcome you." Maiev's voice was very calm, and there was a murderous aura around her.
Tyrande straightened the messy hair on her forehead and said with a smile: "Maev Shadowsong, your information is too limited. Don't you know what happened in Winterspring Valley?"
"What happened to Winterspring?" Maiev's delicate body trembled.
"Haha!" Tyrande's eyes flashed: "When you were so active in killing in Winterspring Valley, the bodies of kobolds piled up like mountains. Did you forget it so quickly?"
Maiev snorted: "That war was won by Illidan. If he hadn't turned the tide, we would have become prisoners of the kobolds. But you, the Kesriel Empire has surrendered, but you don't know how to use it."
What method can be used to induce a cold current and freeze the entire Winter Spring Valley?"
Thinking of the proud things in the past, Tyrande couldn't help but beam with joy: "Maev, I didn't expect you to still remember the name Kesriel. Now she is about to be reborn."
"Impossible, the kobolds only have slaves left. Their priests, royal family, nobles, and civilians are all buried under the thick ice of Winterspring Valley." Maiev objected sharply.
"It's Durotan. He has brought millions of holy souls and is preparing to resurrect the Kobold Empire." Tyrande said fearfully: "Don't ask me how I know. Durotan is in Thunder Bluff now, and we need to take necessary measures."
Maiev lowered her head and said fiercely: "The Kesril Empire is a shame to the night elves and must be forgotten. I know what you want, come with me."
Tyrande followed Maiev into the depths of the Watcher's Vault.
There is an ice purgatory in the Watcher's Cave, where a large number of prisoners are sealed in ice. In the deepest part of the purgatory, chains are crisscrossed, tightly locking a piece of ice.
Frozen in the ice was a short kobold with gray hair.
Tyrande's eyes instantly tightened, and her pretty face turned pale.
Maiev smiled faintly and said: "Ossaid, his father is a colorful kobold, and his mother is a slave. He is a natural mixed-race. He has the ability to change the color of his hair. He is the most powerful assassin in the Kesril Empire. He once sneaked into the Moon Temple to attack. If
If the moon god Elune hadn't sent down the light in time, your head would have been taken away by him."
"Stop talking." Tyrande bit her lip, her face as cold as ice: "Have you really trained him well?"
Maiev said proudly: "You know I'm good at torturing souls. His body is frozen and intact. My soul has been torn apart and put back together again and again. He is now my dog."
Tyrande nodded: "Very good, his target is Durotan. If it goes his way, he might as well take a few more lives."
The negotiations in Thunder Bluff were held as scheduled, and Anachronos transformed into human form to entertain the guests.
In front of each distinguished guest is a living tauren, equipped with a troll chef who is best at cooking hair and drinking blood. It is entirely up to the guest to decide which piece of beef he wants to eat and what cooking method he uses.
Zhu Taran was one of the unrelated people and had nothing to do with him, so he was the first to give a speech.
"I think all races in Azeroth have the right to survive, whether they are orcs or ogres... Well, it tastes really good, and this is how beef should be eaten."
The Draenei "Amador" looked at the tearful tauren in front of him, just eating the cake he brought with him, and said loudly:
"You know nothing about cruelty. Not so long ago, pandas were food on the table."
Zhu Taran stood up and glared at Amado.
Amado said unceremoniously: "There is a famous saying among the Pandaren that being eaten by an orc is an honor. Don't you agree?"
"If it was eaten by orcs, then there is no problem." Zhu Talan sat back.
A shadow is hiding in the dark, observing the guests at the table:
"The ones with fangs are orcs, the chubby ones are pandaren, the ones with hooves are draenei, and the ones with two heads are ogres. It's so chaotic."