Orc Warlock Retsen immediately fell into his role and followed Hu Feng faithfully. What's interesting is that this somewhat thin Orc Warlock always carries six poisonous daggers on his body. He is more of a thief than a thief.
The group was on their way back to the Redridge Mountains fortress, accompanied by Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and several of his warlords. Negotiations and exchanges will begin at the Redridge Mountains Fortress.
"When you go back, open up a new area in the Stormwind City mage area and call it Warlock District." Hu Feng said to Llane.
"You want to develop Warlock among humans?" Llane thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "There is no problem. Warlock's power is very different from that of a mage. Alliance has suffered too much from Warlock. We must also have this kind of power."
Hu Feng nodded. "Not only humans, but also elves. I will also select a group of Highborne who are interested in Warlock to see if the elves can produce the Warlock profession." Then he turned to look at Retsen.
"After you go back, I want you to teach apprentices with Warlock talents, but you have to remember one thing. You are not allowed to pollute the land like before. Look at the good deeds you have done. Now the Black Morass no grass can grow."
Retsen immediately bowed and accepted the order.
Now the Black Morass has been called the Blasted Lands. The land there is dark red, with no grass growing. All the beasts are either dead or corrupted by Fel and become extremely crazy.
Although the main force of Horde has moved north, Dark Portal of the Blasted Lands is still guarded by the Blood Ring Clan. If the situation goes wrong, Dark Portal will be shut down immediately according to the method of Gul'dan.
Hu Feng thought about it again, "As for the name... I'll make the decision, let's call it Six Daggers Council. Retsen, as the chief councilor, you are also my follower. From now on, you have nothing to do with Horde. If I find any small moves, I will drag out your soul and burn it with Fel for ten thousand years. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand! Master, I can also secretly contact some Warlock in Shadow Council who are privately dissatisfied with Gul'dan, and see if they can be brought over to serve the master." Retsen looked flattering and respectful.
Hu Feng was embarrassed, Retsen's transformation was too complete, and he started busy pulling people in before his buttocks were even hot...
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In the meeting hall of the Redridge Mountains fortress, a long table was placed in the center, with humans and Frostwolf Orcs sitting on both sides. This negotiation style is very human.
At this moment, Durotan was frowning, thinking about the agreement proposed by King Llane.
Three paths lay before him:
The first way is to wait for the opportunity and go north to Alterac Valley. The ice and snow there is very similar to Frostfire Ridge, the hometown of the Frostwolf Clan. The Frostwolf Clan tribe will re-establish its homeland deep in the Alterac Mountains, but it must no longer respond to Horde and must live an independent and neutral life.
The second way is to wait for the opportunity, go to the Wetlands area, and settle in the land of Wetlands with a mild environment. The land there is quite fertile and the climate is neither cold nor hot. But correspondingly, Frostwolf Clan must join Alliance to join Stormwind Kingdom and the dwarves.
The third road crosses Endless Sea and goes to the Barrens in the Kalimdor Continent. This vast land is twice the size of Frostfire Ridge. However, the climate is arid and lacks water sources, making it difficult to grow large-area crops. Accordingly, Frostwolf Orcs can have great autonomy. In addition to being prohibited from hooking up with the current Horde, Frostwolf Clan can do whatever he likes. From now on, everyone will treat you as a member of World of Azeroth.
Draka squeezed Durotan's big hand, and the latter looked at his wife with trusting eyes.
Durotan made a decision in his heart: The first road cannot be taken. Let alone Alterac Mountains, which is located in the hinterland of the northern human kingdom and is surrounded by enemies on all sides. Even if neutrality is restored, no one will be willing to communicate and trade with them.
I can't take the second road, or I don't want to take it. Although Wetlands is the most suitable to settle down, the price he pays is to join Alliance and face his former compatriots and old friends Orgrim, which Durotan never agrees to.
Then there is only the third way. Night Elves provides a boat and the whole family crosses the sea to the unknown and strange Kalimdor Continent. As soon as you hear the name the Barrens, you know that it is not a good place, but at least you have absolute autonomy. Orcs can endure hardships. As long as you manage it carefully, the Barrens will always become Frostwolf Clan's new home.
"On behalf of the Frostwolf Clan, I make a decision. I choose the third path. I hope Night Elves can keep his promise and completely hand over the Barrens you are talking about to us."
Hu Feng, who was sitting opposite Llane, smiled, "Don't worry, you Orcs are not the only ones who respect the honor of the promise. Now that you have made the decision, I represent Night Elves, then I have to remind you again that when you go to your new home, you must regard yourself as a member of Azeroth, abandon your previous identity as an intruder, and you must stand up and contribute when the world is in danger."
Durotan nodded, "Of course, this is very reasonable. We Frostwolf Clan are not cowards and value glory. If something threatens the world, we will also contribute our own strength. I also hope that Night Elves can maintain long-term trade and exchanges with us."
"As long as you no longer have anything to do with Horde here, then Night Elves will naturally treat everyone equally and establish trade relations and racial exchanges with you."
"So, I have no problem, Frostwolf Clan can leave at any time."
Durotan stood up and signed his name on the contract in front of him.
King Llane now put on a smiling face and signaled several messengers to come in with wine glasses.
"Then we are no longer enemies. Azeroth is a friendly world. We, Alliance, are also an inclusive organization. Common development is our goal. Cheers." Llane raised his glass and gestured to Durotan.
Durotan grinned widely, raised his head and finished it off. "Your human wine is too weak. Once we settle down and brew our own strong wine again, you will know what real wine is, haha."
Llane couldn't laugh or cry, "This is wine, a wine suitable for sipping slowly, not for drinking... You and the dwarves must have something in common."
The two parties communicated for a while, and then got up. Durotan went back to gather his people. They will go to Westfall, get on the boat in the Golden Sands area of Night Elves's concession, and go to Kalimdor.
"Do you have a child?" Hu Feng approached Durotan and asked.
Durotan quickly bowed respectfully. He now knew that this man was actually the mortal incarnation of the evil god who helped Orcs invade Azeroth.
"Yes, Lord God, his name is Gul'guro. Just because of Gul'dan's sorcery, my child also turned into green skin. When I carried out the order to end the death, I entrusted him to my friend Orgrim." Durotan gritted his teeth, showing a look of hatred.
Hu Feng curled his lips and nodded. "Well... don't worry, this kid is good, and he will be a qualified and wise Great Chief in the future."
Durotan was surprised, and then thought that it was not surprising that gods could predict the future, and felt happy.
"Thank you, God, for your guidance."
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