Stratholme God

Chapter 855 Big Niu’s Determination (2 More)
Beside McDonnell, Tyrande was wearing a veil-like mooncloth robe, blinking her beautiful eyes: "Fortunately, all your tricks are used on the enemy."

Alas, it would be a lot of fun if someone like Mai learned from Ugly and frantically monitored the 'allies'.

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."

Some of Mai's political methods are a little immature in the eyes of others.

It can't be his fault, after all, he is just 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 big cakes is unparalleled in Azeroth.

This was why Tyrande had to be convinced.

The high priest rested his cheeks: "Okay, Your Excellency the Justice Lord, you specially asked me to come, didn't you ask me to watch your performance?"

"Of course it's an important business."

"Heh! I was thinking of doing some private business by the way." If Tyrande pointed out something, McDonald dared not look at it at all.

The high priest has been attacking violently recently, and he was afraid of Dao if he was not careful.

Ten-thousand-year-old goblins with giant shoulders are good. McDonnell already has a 1000-year-old and two more than [-]-year-olds. He really has no intention of expanding his hunting range.He's happy with the status quo.He has been avoiding Tyrande recently.

"Hey, we only talk about business in the military conference hall." McDonnell coughed tactically: "I invited the High Priest this time to discuss with you about rebuilding the Cenarion Council."

"Huh?" Tyrande's two slender eyebrows were almost erected.I don't know if she is complaining in her heart because she is dressed like this and McDonald has not been captured yet, she is really good, or she is complaining about something else.

What a rarity!
According to Tyrande's understanding of MacDonald, it's true that he respects druids, but he is obviously a guy who puts all his talents on the technology line.

Why do you suddenly care about the Cenarion Council?
"After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the damage suffered by 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 recovery of the World Tree and the entire world environment?"

This really stunned Tyrande.

Fortunately, McDonald is really concerned about such an unpopular matter.

Lately, Fandral* Buckhelm has been messing around.

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

Fandral proposed to plant a new world tree on an outlying island in the northwest of Kalimdor. He even chose the name [Teldrassil].I have to admit that there is really a market for him to do this.

Nordrassil, who was bombed once, was on the verge of death, and the other druids tried hard but failed to make any progress.

Among the night elves, the World Tree is a kind of belief. It feels really uncomfortable to watch the belief gradually collapse.

Whenever this happened, Tyrande had to complain that his penicillium bamboo horse was useless, but if Malfurion worked harder, he would not hand over the initiative to the druid faction.She only believed in Elune, so she couldn't really get involved in the affairs of the Druid faction, but the night elves lacked an original No. [-] figure to check and balance Fandral.

McDonnell's proposal made Tyrande's eyes shine.

"Oh? What is the specific suggestion?"

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

When Tyrande heard it, his heart skipped a beat.

The tauren had a lot of connections with the night elves in the past ten thousand years, and Kaldorei also had a good impression of Brother Niu.After all, Brother Niu's shamans and druids come from the same source as the night elves, and they also received the teachings of Cenarius back then, so they are completely their own people in terms of doctrine.

Now that the alliance wants to divide the tribes, the introduction of tauren is naturally supported by the alliance.Doing so can also prevent Fandral from becoming the dominant family in the druid field and cannot be restrained.

If there is a blame, Tyrande can even throw it on McDonald's head, and McDonald will be happy to take the blame, as long as he splits the tribe.This is a multi-purpose effort!
"Genius idea! It's amazing!" Tyrande excitedly held McDonald's hand with both hands, and his voice became high-pitched.

"Uh, I'm overwhelmed!" McDonnell was also very excited.

Let me ask you, being held by a pair of delicate hands that are weak and boneless, those white jade-like fingers are constantly scratching your palm, and a pair of Mount Hyjal in the white mist is shaking the ground, can you not be excited?
Cunning and cunning!

The old shoulder slips!

McDonnell tried his best to control himself, and withdrew his right hand: "Your Excellency, you are serious. I suddenly remembered that I have to inspect the new shock absorber system of our army tanks. I am in a hurry, so I will leave first."

After all, McDonald took Queen Xi's hand a little bit forcefully, and hurriedly dodged away.

Tyrande rested his cheeks, his eyes playful: "Oh, man!"

……

When the night elves proposed to let tauren druids join the Cenarion Council, and promised that if Hamuul agreed to join the pit, ah no, it was a public announcement to join the Cenarion Council, and the night elves would send no less than five hundred With the druids helping to cleanse the land of Mulgore of the death-corruption, Cairne despaired.

Can he refuse?
He can't refuse at all!
Mulgore is the ancestral land where the tauren have 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 refused, he would be the top sinner of the entire tauren clan.

Brother Big Niu knows that this year the alliance will not continue to provide food assistance, and the tribe will not have a grain of food for the tauren.Orcs and trolls are not enough to eat by themselves. Who cares about your tauren, the tauren can only rely on themselves.

MacDonald was able to hold him and his people to death.

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

After all, he could disbelieve in the alliance, but he couldn't disbelieve in the night elves. The character of the dark elves has been tested for thousands of years.

"Chief, what should we 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, and the alliance is trying to win over the tauren, Hamuul's mind is also stuck.

Sitting on a small hill at the foot of Thunder Bluff, Kane suddenly laughed as he watched his 12-year-old son racing his car to the strange and passionate music of "Catching Shrimp".

"Perhaps it was a mistake to join the tribe at the beginning. What I did wrong, I have to bear it all. In the worst case, I will use my life to repay the kindness of the great chief Thrall." Kane stood up, with a decadent expression on his face. He cheered up: "However, let the next generation decide the fate of the next generation of tauren!"

(End of this chapter)