After sitting down, Adal's clone flashed with light, and a group of draenei and orc beauties filed in.
I am probably worried that all of you here have special tastes, as there are also a few arakkoa and weretiger women mixed in with them, with charming looks on their faces.
What's interesting is that everyone has the same hobbies, turning a blind eye to the gentle and sexy Draenei woman, and all let the orc woman sit next to them.
Viren hugged him from left to right, feeling very happy.
Viren, who was monitoring the crystal, smiled awkwardly: "You all understand."
Adal was the first to speak: "Rakish, the son of the prophet Velen and the general of the Burning Legion, is a young hero with a bright future."
Lakish laughed: "Adar, the Star of Holy Light, is not as well-known as the first sight. I would have known that you had both sides, and that you would be able to enjoy yourself in the Holy Light Legion. You have many friends in the Burning Legion, and I admire you very much."
Adal said modestly: "Wherever, Viren and his son take care of each other, and the holy light and evil energy work together internally and externally, I have long been envious of them."
Velen shook his head: "Adal, you are joking. The Draenei are displaced. I have lived a hard life. I have a clear conscience for serving the Holy Light and the Burning Legion."
Sal couldn't say anything for a while and smiled boredly.
After complimenting each other for a long time, we started to get into the formal topic.
Adal's light shines and he makes a gentle voice:
"The Holy Light Legion is for the enlightenment of all living beings. For the sake of the light and order of the universe, Azeroth and the outer world are in chaos. All living beings are in trouble and need to be saved. You might as well leave it to our Holy Light Legion to take care of it."
Lakish smiled evilly: "If my father hadn't facilitated this negotiation, I wouldn't have wanted to participate. There are only a few naaru in the outer realm of the Holy Light Legion. How can they fight with us?"
Adar made a loud noise: "The holy light is endless, everything in the universe can be turned into holy light, and the holy light is in the hearts of all living beings."
Lakish slapped the table hard, and the solid table didn't move at all:
"Presumptuous, Azeroth, Outland, we, the Burning Legion, all want it."
Adal's light flashed fiercely: "How about we use the outer land as the battlefield and have a real showdown?"
Faced with this tense situation, Viren took the initiative to step forward and smooth things over.
"Everyone should be calm, we are all here to gain benefits? Why hurt the peace? The focus of the Holy Light Legion is not the Outland? The Burning Legion will not send a large army? Now Illidan is domineering in the Outland? If you want to defeat Illidan? Still
We need the support of local people.”
Did you spot the opportunity? Sal raised his head and sneered:
"I am the great savior Thrall? I have no interest in your quarrels? But I know that only the orcs are the strongest race in the universe."
Rakish was furious, and he opened his palms as big as palm leaves to grab Sal.
Thrall was shocked. When he came, Velen repeatedly promised that there would never be a conflict, and because of Mannoroth's face, he dared to speak out.
I saw Sal kneeling on the ground with a plop? He slapped his mouth hard:
"I was wrong, I deserve to die."
Only then did Rakish take back his palm, feeling proud.
Adal sees everything? Sal is flexible and flexible, and does not value dignity or face at all. This person's future is limitless.
On the other hand, Rakesh is aggressive and takes action wantonly? Viren on the side turns a blind eye? This shows the lack of family education.
Adal glanced at Thrall again:
"Our Holy Light Legion attaches great importance to the orcs. In the world of Azeroth, only orcs are qualified to save the world, and the Holy Light Legion is willing to provide support."
Lakish was not to be outdone: "The Burning Legion is well-armed and can arm millions of orcs."
Velen said with a smile: "Illidan's defeat is inevitable. I am willing to make the decision for Azeroth. My suggestion is that Outland belongs to the Burning Legion, and the Holy Light Legion spreads the Holy Light in Azeroth.
But we must support the orcs in wiping out all races on Azeroth, including the draenei."
Adal said in a low voice: "Velen, you are digging a hole for me. Everyone knows that Azeroth is the territory of the moon god Elune, and she has long been eyeing the star soul. We spread the holy light cautiously, for fear that
Alarming Elune, the Holy Light Legion supports the orcs to unify Azeroth. After all, Elune is a female orc, but the matter of spreading the Holy Light is still open to discussion."
"So what's your opinion?" Viren sat up straight and asked.
Adal's voice slowed down: "My suggestion is that Outland be divided into two and managed by the Holy Light and the Burning Legion. The same goes for Azeroth. We, the Holy Light Legion, cannot bear the wrath of Elune alone."
Viren was silent after hearing this, and Lakish grinned, showing his sharp teeth:
"The war hasn't even started yet, but the spoils have already started to be distributed. Why don't we just see the truth on the battlefield and listen to whoever can kill Illidan."
Sal got up and said flatteringly: "This is a good idea, I support it."
Adal was silent for a long time, and suggested gently: "In addition to killing Illidan, it also depends on which of the two sides can kill more soldiers of the Dark Temple. Lakish, there are many soldiers of the Burning Legion in the Dark Temple, so you are not afraid of causing trouble."
Internal strife?"
Rakish shook his head and said with a twisted smile: "They have been abandoned by Kil'jaeden and should have been eliminated long ago."
Viren nodded: "Okay, let's decide on a detailed military merit system. The party that has made more contributions in the Dark Temple will have the right to speak."
A group of big guys secretly discussed and divided up Azeroth and Outland.
Witnessing all this from the surveillance crystal, Anachronos grabbed Velen by the collar:
"The evidence is conclusive, and you said you didn't betray Azeroth?"
Velen said aggrievedly: "Listen to me, everything I do is for Azeroth. Only when the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion maintain a balance of power, Azeroth will be safe."
"Do you think we are fools?" Khadgar stared into Velen's eyes:
"On the contrary, Azeroth has hope of survival if the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion are in opposition. If they cooperate, only the orcs will be left in Azeroth. Is this what you want to see?"
The two heads of Führer Margok looked at each other: "What can we do?"
Everyone was silent, they could do nothing.
After the meeting, Sal returned to his room. The more he thought about it, the more tense he became, and he growled in a low voice:
"Damn Rakesh, how dare you look down on me, sooner or later I will cut him into pieces."
"Why, that demon made you unhappy?" The envoy of the Moon God appeared behind Thrall.
Thrall nodded, knelt on the ground and begged: "Angel, help me vent my anger and teach that damn Eredar a lesson."
The corners of the envoy's mouth curled up slightly, and suddenly he slapped Sal on the face with his palm. Sal flew up and half of his face was covered in blood.
"Who do you think you are? A lowly orc who can be replaced at any time. Lakish is the legion general we trained. Compared with him, you are a useless waste. Go to Lakish's room quickly and kneel on the ground to lick him.
His toes, otherwise I will make your life worse than death!"
Thrall was so frightened that he realized that he was too proud and arrogant.
The savior of Azeroth is nothing in front of Legion General Rakish.
Sal did not dare to neglect and hurried to Lakish's room, with countless good words brewing in his mind.
When he opened the door, Rakesh's room was in a mess.
The general of the Burning Legion lay in the broken kryptonite, bloody and dying.