Stratholme God

   Chapter 855 Daniel's resolution (2 more)

   Beside McDonald, Tyrande was wearing a veil-like mooncloth robe, and his beautiful eyes blinked: "Fortunately, your tricks are used on the enemy."

   Alas, if someone like Mai learns from the ugly country and madly monitors his 'allies', it will be a lot of fun.

   McDonald smiled: "I have always treated all races in the league fairly, and I will not discriminate against a certain race with preconceived eyes at will. I think I have always done a good job."

  Mike's political tactics seem a little immature to others.

   I can't blame him, after all, he is a young man in his early twenties, can he be as cunning as a veteran politician?

   But his talents in all aspects are unparalleled, and his ability to lead everyone to make pie is unparalleled in Azeroth.

   This is why Tyrande had to be convinced.

  The high priest held his cheeks: "Okay, your just lord, you specially asked me to come, shouldn't you ask me to watch your performance?"

   "Of course important business."

   "Oh! I'm still thinking of doing some private affairs by the way." If Tyrande pointed to something, McDonald didn't dare to look at it at all.

  The High Priest has been aggressively attacking recently, and he was afraid of the road when he was not careful.

  The ten thousand year old fairy, the old shoulder and the giant slippery are good, McDonald's already has one three thousand and two thousand years old, and really has no intention to expand the hunting range. He is satisfied with the status quo. He has been avoiding Tyrande lately.

   "Cough, we only talk about official business in the military council hall." MacDonald coughed tactically: "I invited Your Excellency the High Priest this time to discuss with Your Excellency and rebuild the Cenarion Council."

   "Huh?" Tyrande's long eyebrows were almost erect. I don't know if she was complaining in her heart that she was dressed like this, and McDonald's has not been attacked yet. She was really amazing, or she was complaining about something else.

   is really rare!

  According to Tyrande's understanding of McDonald's, it is true that this guy respects Druid, but he is obviously a guy who puts all his talents on the technology line.

  Why are you suddenly concerned about the Cenarion Circle?

   "After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the heavy damage to the World Tree has been slow to recover, right?"

   "Indeed." Tyrande nodded.

   "Have you considered expanding the power core of the Cenarion Council, recruiting more members, and speeding up the restoration of the World Tree and the entire world environment?"

   This really stunned Tyrande.

   Such an unpopular thing, thanks to McDonald's really caring.

   Recently, Fandral* Deer Helm has been doing something wrong.

   "Nordrassil is dying, and there is no help. We must plant a new world tree to ensure the prosperity of the night elves."

   Fandral proposed to plant a new world tree on the outlying island in the northwest of Kalimdor Continent, and even named it [Teldrassil]. I have to admit that he really has a market for doing this.

   Nordrassil, who was bombed once, was dying, and the other druids didn't get much better with their great efforts.

   In the night elves, the World Tree is more of a belief, and seeing the beliefs gradually collapse, it feels really uncomfortable.

   At times like this, Tyrande had to complain that his blue mold was useless, but if Malfurion did his best, he wouldn't hand over the initiative of the Druid faction. She believed in Elune and couldn't really get involved in the Druid faction, but the night elves lacked an original No. 3 figure to check and balance Fandral.

   McDonald's proposal made Tyrande shine.

   "Oh? What is the specific suggestion?"

   "Introduce the tauren to join the Cenarion Council and establish a pan-racial organization to heal the earth. Among them, the tauren Druid Hamuul * Rune Totem, his character and ability are quite good."

   Tyrande was heartbroken when he heard it.

  The Tauren had a lot of intersection with the night elves in the past ten thousand years, and the Kaldorei also had a good impression of Brother Niu. After all, Brother Niu’s shamans and druids came from the same source as the night elves. They also accepted the teachings of Cenarius at the beginning, and they are completely their own people at the level of teaching.

   Now the alliance wants to divide the tribe, and the introduction of tauren is naturally supported by the alliance. In doing so, it can also prevent Fandral from being dominant in the Druid field and cannot be restrained.

  If there is a pot, Tyrande can even throw it on McDonald's head, and McDonald's will be happy to take the pot, he just needs to split the tribe. It's so easy!

   "Genius idea! It's amazing!" Tyrande excitedly held McDonald's hands with both hands, and his voice was a little high-pitched.

   "Uh, a lot of awards!" McDonald's was also very excited.

   How can you not be excited by being held by a pair of delicate and boneless hands, those white jade-like fingers are constantly scratching your palms, and a pair of Hyjal peaks in the white mist shakes and shakes the ground?

  The old sly!

  The old shoulder is huge!

   McDonald's tried to control himself and withdrew his right hand: "His Excellency High Priest is serious. I suddenly remembered that I have to inspect the new shock absorber system of our army tank. I'm in a hurry. I'll leave first."

   Having said that, McDonald took Queen Xi's hand a little toughly and hurriedly dashed away.

   Tyrande held his cheeks and looked playful: "Oh, man!"

  …

When the night elves proposed to let the tauren druids join the Cenarion Circle, and promised that if Hamuul agreed to enter the pit, Abu, it was public announcement to join the Cenarion Circle, and the night elves would send no less than 500 Cairne is desperate as the druid helps clean up the deadly corruption of Mulgore's lands.

   Can he refuse?

   He couldn't refuse at all!

   Mulgore is the ancestral land where the Tauren have lived and thrived for tens of thousands of years.

  Everyone has a hometown!

   No one can bear to watch the ancestral land be destroyed by the power of death!

   If Kane refuses, he is the top sinner of the entire tauren clan.

   Brother Daniel even knew that the alliance would not continue to provide food this year, and the tribe would not have a grain of food for the tauren. Orcs and trolls themselves are not enough to eat, who cares about the tauren, the tauren can only rely on themselves.

   McDonald's took him and his clan to death.

  Kane can't blame McDonald's, after all, the Scourge is the enemy of all living beings in the world, and those bones are indiscriminately destroyed all over the world.

   Having said that, he can disbelieve in the Alliance, but he can't disbelieve in the night elves. The character of the dark elves has been tested for thousands of years.

   "Chief, what should I do?" Hamuul was actually quite moved, and he still wanted to ask Kane. Now that the mainstream of the tribe doesn't like the tauren, the alliance is trying to win over the tauren, and Hamuul's mind is stuck.

   Sitting on a small hill at the foot of Thunder Cliff, watching his twelve-year-old son smash the car to the strange "Shrimp Catcher" passionate music, Kane suddenly laughed.

"Perhaps, it was a mistake to join the tribe in the first place. I did the wrong thing, and I took it upon myself. If it's a big deal, I will use my life to repay the kindness of the Great Chief Thrall." Kane stood up, originally decadent He regained his energy: "However, let the next generation decide the fate of the next generation of the Tauren!"

   (end of this chapter)