Chapter 704 Pandaria

Seeing Cai Wen, everyone in the room looked surprised.

After all, the resistance army was in the most anxious state at this time, and they were helpless to do anything about it.

At this critical moment, Levin's arrival undoubtedly brings them new possibilities. So, they stood up one after another and bowed slightly to Levin to show their respect for him.

Levin accepted their homage unceremoniously, as he deserved.

Next, Jarod said on behalf of everyone: "Of course, Mr. Levin. No one is more qualified to give opinions on this than you. In fact, my idea was inspired by your previous strategy of uniting various races. . My sister also said that you are very talented in strategy and overall perspective. We invited you here just to get some inspiration from your wisdom. Please speak freely, even if it is just a little bit of possibility. "

Levin was a little surprised when he heard Jarod's words. He glanced at Maiev who was standing next to him, and found that the face of the leader of the battle priests had not changed, and he still remained calm and calm.

Levin couldn't help but think to himself: "Does Maiev think so highly of me? I can't tell it at all?"

Fandral 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 up to Levin and deeply performed a unique druid etiquette. This was his respect for his colleagues and his recognition of Levin's strength.

"It has long been heard that a unique Druid brother has appeared in the resistance camp." Fandral's voice was gentle and magnetic, "Mr. Levin Cuiye, you succeeded without any teacher." After understanding the power of Druid, this talent and hard work are really admirable."

He paused for a moment, then introduced himself: "I am Fandral Staghelm, a disciple of Archdruid Malfurion. It is a blessing to meet you today. On behalf of Archdruid, I would like to express my sincere greetings to you. with best regards."

Speaking of this, Fandral grabbed his messy long green hair with some embarrassment and showed a simple smile: "Originally, the archdruid planned to come to see you in person, but Ms. Tyrande showed up. Due to some circumstances, he had to stay with her temporarily. You know, he has a lot to say to you, about the way of druidry, about the mysteries of nature.

Speaking of this, Fandral's eyes became a little strange. He couldn't help but look at Levin a few more times and muttered to himself:

This is the first time he has seen his mentor "love and hate" someone so much. It was not that he had not heard the rumors about Levin and Tyrande. It was also the first time that he discovered that besides his mentor's brother, there was someone who dared to poach the Archdruid. And this person is obviously more of a threat than the Archdruid's younger brother.

However, Vandal also clearly realizes that Levin is not an ordinary person. Judging from his strength, he is undoubtedly on the same level as the Archdruid. As a disciple, it is not easy for him to get involved in his mentor's emotional entanglements.

Levin already knew in his heart that the attitude of these indigenous druids towards him might be complicated.

Of course, he didn't take this to heart, and his expression was still calm and calm.

From the day he decided to pry a corner, he had already anticipated the possible situation he would face.

In fact, if he had not done this, he could have received greater preferential treatment in Malfurion's Druid Order by virtue of his status as a druid.

But compared to the huge rewards that may be obtained if the corner is successfully exploited, this loss is worth it in his opinion.

Fandral Staghelm is a smart man, and he can naturally see Levin's attitude.

After the simple greetings, he did not continue to delve into the topic, but took two steps back knowingly and gave up his position.

Levin solemnly glanced at everyone present.

"Everyone, our idea of ​​asking for help seems to have fallen into a misunderstanding." Levin's voice was low and powerful, "The first thing you think of is still to tap into the potential of the surrounding tribes.

However, we must face the cruel status quo. Looking at the four territories 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: "This war has been going on for a long time, and those who are interested in joining the resistance have basically stood up and expressed their position. Tauren, wild boars, bears Monsters, dryads, mountain giants... they have become our solid allies. However, the few remaining tribes are limited by various irresistible external factors, and it is difficult for them to ignore them in a short time. Come out and support us at your own risk."

"So..." Levin stretched out his right index finger and his gaze became more profound: "We need to change our thinking, broaden our horizons, and look further afield. Only in this way can we find other races that can send reinforcements to help Inject new energy into our business.”

"Ask for help from outsiders?" As soon as he finished speaking, a white-faced and beardless male night elf next to the conference table frowned. The gorgeous armor on his body shone coldly 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 elf said with a hint of hesitation and worry in his tone, "Due to the relatively tough foreign policy of the night elves during the heyday of the empire, our relationship with other races The relationship is not harmonious. Under such circumstances, it may be difficult to obtain support from foreigners..."

Seeing the surprise and confusion flashing in Levin's eyes, Jarod smiled and stretched out his hand and introduced him: "Mr. Levin, this is the leader of the magic swordsmen of Black Crow Castle, Otho Black Forest. He is a A leader with great strategic vision is also an important participant in our meeting."

Upon hearing this, Levin immediately nodded to Jarod and thanked him, and at the same time turned his attention to Oso. He looked up and down at the leader of the Demonic Swordsmen, and couldn't help but secretly admire the other's majesty and magnanimity.

"Mr. Oso, I think you may have misunderstood my intention." Levin explained patiently with a faint smile, "You seem to think that I am considering asking the troll for help?

Oso raised his eyebrows slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Isn't it? After all, most of the races around the Dark Night Empire have been deeply involved in the vortex of war. Among the remaining races, there are those who have the ability and may be in the war. In this complicated situation, it seems that the only ones who have come to our aid are the trolls. 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 slightly, with a smile on his face that was somewhat confident and calm: "Mr. Oso, your analysis is certainly reasonable, but I have not forgotten an important factor - the relationship between trolls and The historical entanglement between the night elves. They have a deep hatred for us, and I am afraid that more than anyone else, they hope that the Burning Legion will completely destroy us. Because expecting them to stand up and help us at this critical moment is tantamount to wishful thinking."

Having said this, Levin paused, his eyes flashing with excitement: "And the reinforcements I am talking about do not come from trolls, but from the Pandaren far away in Pandaria. They are a people with a long history and a powerful civilization. Race—that is, apart from the Dark Night Empire and the Troll Kingdom, the only three civilizations in Kalimdor that can establish an empire. They have unique culture and strength, and are exactly the powerful allies we need right now."

Unlike ten thousand years later, the ancient continent of Kalimdor today 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. It seems like two ancient fortresses, jointly guarding this ancient continent.

Mentioning the territory of the Dark Night Empire is truly breathtaking.

From east to west, the territory of the Dark Night Empire spans almost half of the ancient Kalimdor continent, and its vastness is unimaginable. Even in the extremely cold north, they were not afraid of the cold and built the solid city of Shandara as a barrier against foreign enemies.

However, what is strange is that there is a large area of ​​territory to the south of the Dark Night Empire that is not included in its possession.

This is not because they lack strength, but because of an ancient history.

Under the rule of Queen Azshara, the Dark Night Empire launched an unprecedented war with the 593 Troll Empire that once ruled the entire continent. That war was like a dark storm, encircling the entire continent of Kalimdor.

In the end, the night elves, who controlled powerful arcane power, won the war with their wisdom and courage.

But Queen Azshara, who has always been strong, did not kill all the defeated trolls. She dismissed the civilization level of the troll empire and believed that these primitive monkeys could not pose a threat to the Empire of Dark Night, which had a brilliant civilization.

However, Queen Azshara, who was known for her fierceness in Hinata, did not kill all the defeated trolls.

Just like the humans of Blue Star evolved from apes, the night elves actually evolved from trolls. Therefore, in the eyes of night elves, trolls are almost equivalent to the primitive humans and Australopithecus in the eyes of humans. race.

Azshara disdains the civilization level of the Troll Empire and believes that these creatures, which are like primitive monkeys in her eyes, cannot pose any threat to the Dark Night Empire with its brilliant civilization. Therefore, she chose forgiveness and allowed the trolls to survive outside the southern territory of the Dark Night Empire.

Zandalar is the heart of troll civilization. It was once a city-state full of glory and pride. However, under Azshara's iron heel, their dignity was ruthlessly trampled on.

Although anger surged in the troll's blood, 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 no choice but to lower their proud heads and sue Queen Azshara for peace with a tragic gesture of shattering their teeth and swallowing blood.

Queen Azshara looked down at these once arrogant trolls with disdain. In her eyes, these trolls were nothing more than 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 Zandalar, and this holy mountain was just a small piece of heaven she gave them.