Stratholme God

   Chapter 524 Warming up (1 more)

   If it was the night elves before the Sea Mountain War, Tyrande and the leaders didn't feel much. First, the dark elves were a relatively closed race, and second, their own strength was really strong.

   Line up the mountain giants to block the entire barren land from west to east.

  The tribe can't beat the chopper team alone.

   Now that the army of mountain giants is gone, in order to arrange the ultimate defense line of seamounts, the giant tree people such as mountain giants and ancient war trees have sacrificed most of them. The threat of the tribe is real.

   This is a very helpless thing. Originally, the dark magic site was very large.

   The Hyjal Mountain Range, plus Felwood Forest, Ashenvale, Darkshore, Moonglade, and a lonely island (the future Teldrassil), this territory is comparable to the former Kingdom of Lordaeron.

   Such a large territory, without enough force to protect it, is fat in the eyes of other races.

  It will be fine for a short time, but when the tribe has been boiled for more than ten years and has a generation of children, it will start trouble.

   The sentinels she sent to scout have seen with their own eyes how prosperous the Horde's female orcs are. Thanks to Thrall's policy of encouraging childbirth, female orcs of the right age either have a big belly or are on the way to give birth to a baby.

When    and other tribes split into two generations of greenskins, it will be the end of the night elves.

   For joining the alliance, not even Fandral *should* Erwu Zai* Deer Helm had much objection.

   The only thing that made Tyrande uneasy after joining the alliance was only one thing.

"I don't want to make bad guesses about my former compatriots. Before I officially join the alliance, I also want to ask, what position will the high elves have in the alliance? This is very important, after all, we couldn't accept the Sunstriders back then. Excessive magical experiments with his supporters exiled them, the high elves now, oh blood elves."

  The reality is far more complicated than the game, and the interests of all parties must be taken into account. If the balance cannot be balanced and one giant is forced to enter, it will be uncomfortable for the alliance.

  McDonald crossed his fingers and pressed his chin.

He was very candid: "The Alliance has no interest in serving a group of research madmen who are still living in the past. Even if the conditions are available, we will not build another Sunwell or Well of Eternity for them to squander. In fact, I just promised Kelsa. The Sunstrider, provided conditional support for their recovery, and they split. Romans and Astalo swore blood to run away with their cronies."

   Looking at the parchment that McDonald pushed over, it was written that the alliance was actually the treaty of Stratholme to support the return of Kael'thas, and Tyrande suddenly wanted to laugh.

  These magic fanatics really threw themselves into the earth's crust, and they didn't forget to save face.

   As always, dead brains, like a bird more than 7,000 years ago.

The    Alliance has enough sobriety to not go crazy with the rest of the elite, this is enough.

   McDonald added: "Have you seen our Archmage Ronin today?"

"Um."

   "We found a nice mage robe among the loot, and we decided to name it [Roning Robe]. This is a good gift for the next Dalaran Kirin Tor Council Speaker."

   Dalaran is going to be rebuilt after all, so many mages are there, which in itself is just a need.

  Modera is too prudent to protect himself, and the other members have no intention of being the boss at all. Genzheng Miaohong was born in Dalaran, the new archmage Luo Ning is almost the only choice for Dalaran Master.

   At this point, Tyrande fully understood.

   After all, this is an alliance with humans as the core. No matter how cerebral palsy humans are, they will not let the wizard master dominate. Isn't it fragrant to hold your own magical kingdom of human beings?

   "So, night elves can be like dwarves?" Tyrande probed.

McDonald's smile is a bit mysterious: "At the throne meeting, each family has one vote. We are all equal. Only when the two sides have the same vote at the vote, I, as the commander-in-chief, have one vote and two votes. "

   As a newcomer, the night elves will definitely not be able to overwhelm the most populous and powerful human beings to become the boss. To be at the same level as the dwarves, the dark elves are completely acceptable.

  When the big frame is negotiated, the rest of the details can be handed over to the people below.

   In general, Tyrande is still very satisfied.

As a way of targeting and suppressing the Horde, MacDonald set up Theramore in Dustwallow Marsh early on, and built the Golden Sword Port in Tanaris. If you add the Feathermoon Fortress that Feralas had early in the morning, no matter what. How the tribe jumps, a standard pincer shape has been formed.

  Yes, Thrall, who has not thoroughly explored the Feralas area, doesn't know that the Feathermoon Fortress has been built for thousands of years...

   What Tyrande admired more was McDonald's sweet mouth.

"I'm not someone who blindly pursues industrialization. My ancestors have a saying that I like very much - 'Lucid waters and lush mountains are invaluable assets'. We can completely open up wasteland without destroying the ecology... …”

   McDonald's plan to develop the Northern Barrens just scratched Tyrande's itch, and his heart was numb on the spot.

   In fact, there is no shortage of water in the barren land, but because the sunlight is too strong, the plants are sunburned to death.

   It's not that the night elf druid didn't try to plant trees, but even small saplings can't grow, so how can there be a towering tree that shelters the wind and rain.

  McDonald's approach is to arrange a large number of metal plates. In fact, the source of inspiration is the solar power station pioneered by China in the northwest. The solar panels above can be rotated to block the fierce sunlight, and then the gaps below can be used to grow food and plants.

  Solar panels are definitely out of the question now, but that doesn't stop you from making some simple sun visors.

   As long as the first plants survive, you can slowly change the soil quality.

   On the other hand, the night elves are in urgent need of a military buffer zone south of Ashenvale. The dark elves fight, and of course they are best at being in the woods. As long as there are trees, Druids can even turn small trees into treemen to help fight.

   It is a waste to fight with the old trees of Ashenvale and Felwood Forest. The instant saplings mentioned by McDonald are the ideal cannon fodder.

   Regarding these, the two sides just hit it off.

   Tyrande was absolutely certain that in order to accept the night elves, McDonald must have done enough homework.

The sincerity of    moved her and the elf priests in attendance.

  If one side is deliberately flattering, it is mostly a pit, but the current situation is that the alliance also has a strong demand for night elves. The most immediate needs are: the original Lordaeron area needs a large number of Druids to restore the land destroyed by the Scourge.

   Whenever a large number of undead gather, it will make the place barren. In countries that have been ravaged by undead natural disasters, the reduction of arable land is the biggest problem.

   For this reason, the Alliance is pleased to formally confirm the legal status of the Sisters of Elune and the Cenarion Circle in the Alliance, and agree to allow Druids to preach in the human territory, and to protect and support them.

   This made a group of Druids chanted really fragrant!

  Tyrande and McDonald felt that they had seen each other very late. They chatted all night, and when they came out, they gave others the illusion of a hot adultery between the two sides.

   (end of this chapter)