Seeing Levin, everyone in the room showed surprise.
After all, the rebels were in the most anxious state at this time, and they were at a loss.
At this critical moment, Levin's arrival undoubtedly brought them new possibilities. So, they all stood up and bowed slightly to Levin to show their respect for him.
Levin accepted their respect without hesitation, which was the treatment he deserved.
Next, Garold said on behalf of everyone: "Of course, Mr. Levin. No one is more qualified than you to make suggestions in this regard. In fact, my idea was inspired by your previous strategy of uniting various races. Sister also said that you are very talented in strategy and overall view. We invited you here in the hope of getting some inspiration from your wisdom. Please speak freely, even if it is just a little bit of possibility."
Hearing Garold's words, Levin was a little surprised. He glanced at Maiev standing next to him and found that the face of the battle priest leader remained unchanged, still calm and composed.
Levin couldn't help thinking in his heart: "Does Maiev think so highly of me? I can't tell at all?"
Fandar walked over with a warm smile and light steps. Every step he took seemed so calm, as if every step was in harmony with nature.
He walked in front of Levin and performed a druid-specific etiquette deeply, which was his respect for his fellow practitioners and his recognition of Levin's strength.
"I have heard that a unique druid brother has appeared in the rebel camp." Fandral's voice was gentle and magnetic. "Mr. Levin Greenleaf, you have successfully comprehended the power of druids without a teacher. This talent and hard work are really admirable.".
He paused slightly and then introduced himself: "I am Fandral Staghelm, a disciple of Archdruid Malfurion. It is a great honor to meet you today. On behalf of Archdruid, I extend my most sincere greetings to you."
At this point, Fandral scratched his messy green hair awkwardly and showed a simple smile: "Originally, Archdruid was going to come to see you in person, but something happened to Lady Tyrande, so he had to stay with her temporarily. You know, he has a lot to say to you, about the way of druids, about the mysteries of nature..."
At this point, Fandral's eyes became a little strange. He couldn't help but look at Levin a few more times, muttering to himself:
This was the first time he saw his mentor "love and hate" someone so much. He had heard the rumors about Levin and Tyrande. It was also the first time he found that in addition to his mentor's younger brother, there was someone who dared to steal the archdruid's talent. And this person's threat was obviously much greater than that of the archdruid's younger brother.
However, Fandral also clearly realized that Levin was not an ordinary person. Judging from his strength, he was undoubtedly at the same level as the archdruid. As a disciple, heIt is not good to get involved in the emotional entanglement of the mentor.
Levin knew in his heart that the attitude of these native druids towards him might be complicated, even with a hint of hostility.
Of course, he did not take it to heart, and his expression was still calm and frank.
Since the day he decided to steal someone's girlfriend, he had anticipated the situation he might face.
In fact, if he did not do this, relying on his identity as a druid, he could have received greater preferential treatment in Malfurion's Druid Cult.
But compared to the huge rewards that might be obtained after successfully stealing someone's girlfriend, this loss is worth it in his opinion.
Fandar Staghelm is a smart man, and he can naturally see Levin's attitude.
After a simple greeting, he did not continue to delve into the topic, but took two steps back and gave up his position.
Levin solemnly glanced at everyone present.
"Everyone, our idea of seeking help seems to have fallen into a misunderstanding." Levin's voice was low and powerful, "You still think of tapping the potential of the surrounding tribes first, but we must face the cruel reality. Looking at the four borders of the Dark Night Empire, it is difficult for us to get more support."
He walked to the map, pointed at the various areas on it, and talked freely: "This war has lasted for a long time, and those who want to join the resistance have basically stood up and stated their positions. Minotaur, wild boar, bear monster, tree monster, mountain giant... They have become my We are solid allies. However, the remaining few tribes are restricted by various irresistible external factors, and it is difficult for them to stand up and support us in a short period of time regardless of their own safety. "
"So..." Levin extended his right index finger, his eyes became deeper: "We need to change our thinking, open our horizons, and look further. Only in this way can we find other races that can send reinforcements and inject new strength into our cause. "
"Ask for help from foreign races?" As soon as he finished speaking, a white-faced, beardless male night elf frowned at the conference table. The gorgeous armor on his body flashed a cold light under the light, revealing his identity as an upper elf.
"Mr. Levin, your idea is very bold, but I have to pour cold water on you." The upper elves' tone was a little hesitant and worried, "Due to the relatively tough foreign policy of the night elves during the heyday of the empire, our relationship with other races is not harmonious. In this case, it is probably difficult to get support from foreign races."
Seeing the surprise and confusion in Levin's eyes, Garrod smiled and stretched out his hand to introduce him: "Mr. Levin, this is the leader of the magic swordsman of Black Raven Castle, Otho Black Forest. He is a leader with great strategic vision and an important participant in our meeting."
Hearing this, Levin immediately nodded to Garrod to thank him, and turned his eyes to Otho. He looked up and down at the magic swordsman leader, and couldn't help but secretly admire the other's majesty and demeanor.
"Otho Black ForestMr. Suo, I think you may have misunderstood my intention. "Levin explained patiently with a faint smile, "You seem to think I am considering asking the trolls for help?"
Oso's eyebrows raised slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Isn't it? After all, most of the races around the Dark Night Empire are already deeply trapped in the vortex of war. Among the remaining races, it seems that only the trolls are capable and likely to lend us a hand in this complicated situation. As we all know, before the rise of the night elves, they were the overlords of this world. "
"Of course not." Levin shook his head gently, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was somewhat confident and calm: "Mr. Oso, your analysis is reasonable, but I have not forgotten an important factor-the historical entanglement between the trolls and the night elves. They hate us deeply, and I am afraid that more than anyone else, they hope that the Burning Legion will completely destroy us. Therefore, expecting them to stand up and help us at this critical moment is nothing but a fool's dream. ”
Speaking of this, Levin paused, his eyes flashing with excitement: "And the reinforcements I mentioned are not from the trolls, but from the pandaren far away in Pandaria. They are a race with a long history and a powerful civilization - they are the only three civilizations in the entire Kalimdor that can establish an empire, except for the Dark Night Empire and the Troll Kingdom. They have a unique culture and power, and are exactly the powerful allies we need at the moment. ”
Unlike 10,000 years later, the ancient Kalimdor continent is still a vast and complete territory. Among them, the mysterious land of Pandaria lies quietly outside the southern territory of the Dark Night Empire. It is closely adjacent to the holy mountain of Zuldazar where the Zandalari trolls have lived for generations, as if they are two ancient fortresses, jointly guarding this ancient continent.
Speaking of the territory of the Dark Night Empire, it is really breathtaking.
From east to west, the territory of the Dark Night Empire almost spans most of the ancient Kalimdor continent, and its vastness is unimaginable. Even in the extremely cold northern border, they are not afraid of hardships and built the solid city of Shandara as a barrier against foreign enemies.
However, strangely, in the south of the Dark Night Empire, there is a large area of territory that has not been included in it. .
This is not because they are not strong enough, but because of an ancient history.
Under the rule of Queen Azshara, the Dark Night Empire once launched an unprecedented war with the 790 Troll Empire, which once ruled the entire continent. That war, like a dark storm, swept across the entire Kalimdor continent.
In the end, the night elves, who controlled the powerful arcane power, won the war with their wisdom and courage.
But Queen Azshara, who has always been strong, did not kill the defeated trolls. She disdained the civilization of the Troll Empire and believed that this group of primitive monkeys could not pose a threat to the Dark Night Empire with its brilliant civilization.
However, Queen Azshara, who has always been known for her strength, did not kill the defeated trolls.
Just like the humans of Blue Star evolved from apes, the Night Elves actually evolved from the Trolls. Therefore, in the eyes of the Night Elves, the Trolls are almost equivalent to the primitive people in the eyes of humans, the Australopithecus-like race.
Azshara disdained the civilization of the Troll Empire, believing that this group of creatures, which she saw as primitive monkeys, could not pose any threat to the Dark Night Empire with its brilliant civilization. So she chose to forgive and let the Trolls survive outside the southern territory of the Dark Night Empire.
Zandalar is the heartland of the Troll civilization. It was once a city-state full of glory and pride. However, under the iron hoof of Azshara, their dignity was ruthlessly trampled.
Although anger surged in the blood of the Trolls and their dissatisfaction with Azshara made their eyes spit fire, the cruelty of reality was like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts.
At the critical moment of life and death, the Zandalari trolls had to lower their proud heads and ask for peace from Queen Azshara with a tragic attitude of breaking their teeth and swallowing blood.
Queen Azshara looked down at these once arrogant trolls with contempt. In her eyes, these trolls were just a group of ridiculous clowns. So she agreed to their request, but the conditions were so harsh - the trolls must continue to live in the Holy Mountain of Zandalari, and this holy mountain was just a small world she gave them.
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