The five giants all remained silent. Considering the alchemical toxins in their bodies, they all showed flattering smiles.
Mal'gok realized that the toxins in his body were terrifying and could not be cracked by Highmaul's technology, so he took the lead and said:
"If it were anyone else, I would never accept it and would rather fight to the death. Only you are the chief in my mind."
Red Blackhand nodded and bowed: "When you captured Orgrimmar effortlessly, I knew you were the perfect choice for the warchief. Chen Stormstout and Eitrigg are nothing, just two trash.
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Durotan was not to be outdone: "The position of chief of the Horde can only be held by a virtuous person. In the entire Azeroth, no one can compare with the Holy Light Emperor in terms of character."
Zhu Taran followed up and said: "There is an old saying among us Pandaren that those who win the hearts and minds of the people will win the position of great chief. If you serve as the great chief, you will be popular and have the support of the people."
Roma was the slowest to react. He scratched his head and thought for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"This is the will of Mother Earth."
Several goblin attendants from Ratchet City entered the conference room and rearranged the tables and chairs.
Seeing O'Said sitting on the main seat, looking dignified and the leader of the crowd, a goblin attendant couldn't help but murmured:
"Kobold Warchief, this is a loss of morality. Is Azeroth really going to perish?"
The expressions of all the goblins around him changed, but Osaid was not annoyed and asked with a smile:
"If I serve as warchief and let the people of Kalimdor live a good life, will you support me?"
This goblin was a fool and said stubbornly:
"How can it be the same? No matter how good the people's lives are, the kobold chief can't."
O'Said asked curiously: "If an orc was the chief, you would rather live a hard life, right?"
"certainly!"
The goblin asked of course: "I would rather the goblins in Ratchet become extinct, I would rather Azeroth be destroyed, and I only trust the orcs as the warchief."
The other goblins quickly said:
"Great Chief, he is just a fool, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Another goblin scolded: "If you want to die, don't drag us with you. Get away as far as you can."
O'Said lowered his head and thought for a while: "There is no need for the goblins of Ratchet City. As long as you are willing to die, I will give up the position of the warchief."
"Are you true to your word?" the goblin took a step forward and asked.
O'Said pulled out a dagger and threw it in front of the goblin:
"As everyone present can testify, it's your turn, warrior."
The goblin picked up the dagger, sweat flowed from his forehead, and his green cheeks turned red.
After a long while, he threw away the dagger tremblingly and ran away screaming.
Bang!
The kobold attendant died violently, his entrails scattered on the floor, and the other goblins were frightened.
Everyone looked at O'Said, who looked as usual and murmured to himself:
"What was supposed to come will eventually come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. Azeroth really arranged it."
Golden light fell from the sky, and the rich holy light illuminated Ratchet City.
Across the two streets, Kel'Thuzad frowned slightly: "It's the Naaru. The Holy Light Legion directly interfered with the position of tribal chief."
Robbie had expected it and sighed softly:
"The Legion of Holy Light relies on standing in the camp of justice, and acts more and more unscrupulously. The Burning Legion at the beginning had to cover up, and was concerned about face, and would not be blatant. As long as the Legion of Holy Light did not go according to his wishes, they would immediately take action.
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Along with a burst of pleasant music, Narukshili fell from the sky.
"Adhering to the will of the Holy Light, the tribe needs a chief, but it must not be a kobold."
The holy light condenses into a golden rope and wraps around Osaide.
O'Said was already prepared. His dexterous body swayed and formed four O'Said, fleeing in four directions.
"You dare to use this little trick in front of me."
The light of O'Said flashed fiercely, blooming with dazzling light. Those present suddenly felt that their eyes were full of bright light and they could not see anything.
O'Said's three clones evaporated, leaving only one true body, which was shocked.
The rope of holy light followed him like a shadow, tightly wrapping around Ossaid.
Not far away, Robbie tapped his finger, and O'Said's figure turned into a cloud of smoke and suddenly disappeared.
"strangeness!"
Xili was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, everyone's eyesight recovered, and they found that Osaid was missing, so they naturally thought that he had been captured by Xili.
Xili shot out five golden lights, illuminating the five giants, and a sweet voice sounded:
"The farce is over. There is no need to worry. I have removed the toxins in your bodies and destroyed the bombs underground in Ratchet City. Red Blackhand, you are the one I trust most. You will preside over the chief election. Legion of Light
We have always upheld public opinion and must elect a warchief loved by the people for the sake of Azeroth."
Red Blackhand beamed with joy. The result was already obvious. With Xili's support, the warchief was determined.
The other four people looked at each other. Narukshili came to support Reid. Black Hand, who dared not to obey.
Seeing this, Rom regained his composure and said arrogantly: "I support Red Blackhand, what's your opinion?"
Zhu Talan said slowly: "I have no objection."
Margok and Durotan were silent, and Red Blackhand deliberately tried to evade, smiling from ear to ear:
"Everyone, I have just arrived. This position of chief should be based on your opinions. I suggest a vote."
Mal'gok and Durotan exchanged glances. With the Naaru's support, opposition was in vain.
Durotan coughed: "Red Blackhand, I have watched you grow up. Without any vote, you will be the warchief."
Margok also said against his will:
"As early as Highmaul, I heard that Redd, the second son of Blackhand the Destroyer, is a very valuable Naaru. Your position as Warchief is destined."
Red Blackhand's appointment as warchief seems to have been confirmed.
It's a pity that Red was too arrogant and pretended to say:
"The Blackstone Clan attaches great importance to tradition. The position of chief must be voted on, so that it has legal effect."
Rohm advised: "Voting is just a formality. People here support you, so why bother?"
Narukshili also advised: "Since everyone is expecting you, don't refuse."
Reid still insisted: "Please provide Ratchet City with voting tools."
Naturally, the ceremony of the great chief cannot be taken lightly, so the goblins hurriedly went down to prepare.
After a long while, two goblins walked into the venue carrying an exquisite ballot box.
Suddenly, deep voices came from all directions:
"Look, what I found is a lone Naaru that I just caught and used it as the energy heart of the city."
Four clouds of black mist rose from the roof of the hotel, and four tall human figures stepped out of it.
The humanoid was wearing thick armor, with a pair of jet-black wings on its back, holding a bow and arrow, aiming at Xili in the air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Four arrows flew towards Xili, hard and accurate.
Xili didn't take it to heart. Ordinary arrows could not hurt him. He only saw a flash of golden light, the arrow shaft burned to ashes, and the arrowhead vaporized.
A strange thing happened. The four arrows turned into black feathers and penetrated deeply into Xili's body.
There was a crisp cracking sound from Xili's Naaru body.
At the same time, long black chains extended from the feathers, and the other end was nailed to the ground. The four chains locked Xili tightly.
"This is the power of the Shadow Realm, it's impossible."