After only three people were left in the room, Viron stood up from his seat, then walked down, shouting loudly as he walked: "Nu Bodon!"

The door opened, and Nubodun, wearing silver armor, walked in. He stood quietly at the door waiting for the prophet's order.

"Sort the Prophet Guards to be vigilant and not allow anyone to approach this house until I lift the order!"

Nodded, Nubodun, who received the order, turned around and left, and soon the sound of footsteps sounded outside the door, and then magic fluctuations rose from all directions.

After a moment, Viron, who noticed that the defensive magic completely blocked the entire room, turned around and looked at Mzdono who was standing on the side: "Tell me, who is this? Yours, or Tasadam's?"

Maradal on the other side was not surprised. As early as sixteen years ago, after he saw Viron's great power and resurrected all the dead prophet guards, this devout believer of the former Holy Light was worshipped at the feet of Tasadam and became one of the apostles who spread her supreme glory.

"Master Prophet, this is just my personal superficial view, and Lord Tasadam doesn't know it yet."

Mzdono, who was squinting with respect, Viron snorted coldly, and then stopped obsessing with the question: "Why did you choose to let the Gertes join us?"

Mzdono had already made a statement in his mind about this question: "Sir Prophet, before answering this question, let me sell a small cover. How do you think we can truly conquer a race and a civilization?"

Viron was too lazy to answer this question, while Maladar, who was beside him, pondered for a moment, he hesitated: "Destroy their regime and bring them under our rule?"

Shaking his head, Mzdono spread his hands and said, "Some of the answers that can only be said to be of barely useful, but the effect may not be satisfactory."

"What is that?"

As a longevity species, Maradal, or all the Draenei people, their past lives are so simple that it makes people feel outrageous!

To put it bluntly, since the birth of the Argus people, there was nothing that could threaten their survival on the entire Argus planet, so everyone in Argus happily revolved around this acre of three-point land, never doing or thinking about conquering other races.

The reason for this is that the Arida people encounter either awesome or awesome people. They regard the entire star sea as a powerful civilization that can stroll around the back garden and can be completely unaffected by existences, such as Naru?

Or they are weak, crying and shouting from birth, they insist on joining the three giants led by Viron. If you dare not agree, they will cry, make a fuss and hang themselves, and even beating and kicking them.

So the Aridas never had the experience of conquering other races or even enslaving other races. The Aridas always thought that the world was so simple until they met Sargeras, until they were forced to wander and become Draenei.

Thinking of this bad history, Maradal's mood suddenly became gloomy, this was the darkness that the Draenei people would never forget, and the pain that they would never forget.

"It is useless to conquer a race and simply destroy their regimes and rule their territory!"

Seeing that the office was about to fall silent again, Mzdono coughed lightly, and then slowly said: "We must break their backbone, crush their spirits, destroy their language, annihilate their history, destroy the sect and destroy the source, and erase everything, any past that once existed!"

Looking at the silly Mzdono, the horror in Maradal's heart was rising like the waves in the storm. The evil spirit in this sentence made him almost suffocate. For the first time, Maradal discovered that this usually smiling consultant was so cruel, just like a poisonous snake, making people unable to help but rise up and avoid it.

"Without the language, they can only learn our words; when they destroy the past, they can only learn our history, and after more than ten years or even decades, when they say the same words, wear the same clothes, and think about the same ideas, who can deny that they are not our people?"

When Muzdono said the words, Viron was in a daze, and he couldn't help but whisper: "The same words, the same words, the same words, the same tracks, and the same ties. In this way, the great unity will be achieved."

He looked at Viron who was silently shut up again. Mzdono secretly kept the words Viron said in Chinese in his heart. Mzdono keenly realized its importance for this language that he had never heard of before. Perhaps this language can explain why Viron in this world is so special.

“As for why the Gelts were chosen over other races, there are two reasons.”

After a moment of pause, Mzdono said again: "First of all, the first and most important point, the Gertes are far more dangerous and threatening than we imagined!"

Looking at the wide-eyed Maradal, who was completely unbelievable, Mzdono stopped his question with his eyes and explained: "Looking at this race, they began to be used by ogres as slaves a long time ago. The Gertes have no history of their own. They regard the language of ogres as their own language. The only culture is also a few parts inherited from ogres, so they acted quite cruelly and quite barbarously."

"But we cannot ignore one thing, the Gertes, this race has a very obvious characteristic, they enthusiastically worship the strong!"

"The past of slaves made the Gertes wary of any other race; and the barbaric style of the ogres was inherited from the past, so the Gertes became extremely aggressive, cruelly abused the weak, and humbly begged for the powerful. If they were left alone, these Gertes would eventually be our greatest concern in the future!"

"Mr. Consultant!"

Maradal, who could no longer listen, couldn't help but retort: ​​"Are you too alarmist? I admit that these Gertes are very savage and cruel. Their behavior is outrageous, but don't forget one thing, they are equally ignorant and primitive!"

"The Gertes cannot even solve the problem of eating now. They not only need to avoid the pursuit of the ogre slave hunting team, but also need to be careful of the hunting of powerful creatures in nature. They live in panic every day, and what qualifications do they have to become our biggest trouble in the future?"

"Yes, I was wrong, it's not a big problem," Mzdono nodded and admitted his mistake. Without waiting for Maradal to breathe a sigh of relief, Mzdono said coldly: "It's the enemy of life and death!"

Maradal stood there, and after a moment he roared angrily: "Absurd! This is impossible!"

"No, this is very likely!" Mzdono said calmly: "Article Maladar, you may have forgotten a little bit of the fertility of the Gertes!"

Maradal stopped moving, and Mzdono walked to the desk, picked up the documents he had handed to Viron, and then handed them to Maradal.

After taking the document in confusion, Maradal then opened it, followed by Mzdono's voice in his ears: "Hissergeant Archbishop, please turn to the third to last page, yes, this page."

Following Mzdono's tip, Maradal read it carefully. After a moment, his face changed drastically. He looked at the documents in his hand with horror, and then subconsciously looked at the calm Mzdono.

"This...this..."

"His archbishop, the numbers on the documents are clearly recorded," Mzdono sighed faintly: "Since we destroyed the Fortress of the Sharp Tooth, the ogres lost their dominance in the world and the riots everywhere have been exhausted, the total population of the Gertes, who have gained a breath, has increased by about eight times in sixteen years, that is, on average, twice every two years!"

"These are just what we have seen. In places we have not yet explored, no one knows how many Gertes are hidden there! At this speed, Archbishop Maradal, can you still sleep peacefully at night?"

Looking at Maradal, who was sweating and pale in his face, Mzdono turned around and said respectfully to the silent Viron: "Sir, time is not waiting for me. If we did not solve them when the Gertes were weak, then we will suffer in the future!"

"The world is so small that it can't accommodate two voices in the future!"

He nodded subconsciously, and Viron chuckled: "Mzdono, you are very thoughtful! If we Delaney people want to rise, we will never tolerate another race becoming stronger. I agree with your previous proposal!"

It was not until he heard this that Mzdono, who looked confident, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Viron finally agreed, and what was even more fortunate was that nothing went wrong.

As Velon finished speaking, the future, which was originally blurred as if a layer of fog, suddenly became clear. The pupils in Muzdono's eyes subconsciously began to split. As the appearance of one large and one small double pupils appeared, the scene of a key point in the future directly appeared in Muzdono's mind.

"By the way Mzdono, you just mentioned the Gertes, what about the Crows?"

Weilun, who had something sounded, suddenly spoke, "Since the Gertes can be assimilated by us, then the Crows should be OK, why not talk about them?"

Viron's voice woke Mzdono from observing the future. He shook his head and said with some regret: "Master Prophet, it's not that the Crow Man is not good, but they are not suitable at this stage."

"Why?" Weilun asked curiously.

"The reason I suggest is the Gertes is because their history is simple and they do not have enough time to accumulate their own culture and traditions. Since ogres are so rough and primitive civilizations that can easily assimilate them, then we Delaneys can definitely do better and thoroughly."

"But the Crow Man is different!"

Mzdonordon stopped for a moment, and he had never noticed that his expression and tone had changed slightly than before: "In this world, the Crow Man has his own civilization - the Epixis Crystal Civilization. Although it disappeared overnight, the inheritance of the Crow Man has not been completely cut off for thousands of years!"

"To conquer this race, we must spend more effort and even face a situation where the gain is not worth the loss!"

Mzdono's words made Velen stunned. Maradal on the side was surprised and said, "Are the Crows that powerful?"

"Their strength may not be strong," Mzdono nodded with a serious face and said, "but their cultural heritage is relatively complete!"

"Although, this completeness is not sure whether it should be good or bad for the Crow Man..."

The Crow people are a very strange race. They were indeed powerful once. The ruins of the Epixis Empire that were constantly discovered in various places are enough to prove it. But the problem is that the Crow people have now declined and can only hide in the Akaran Peak Forest to become king.

But the people of the crows do not think so. They have always looked at other races with the mentality of their ancestors as they were rich, mocking the barbarity of ogres and despising the ignorance of orcs. Even their confidant tigers do not get a good review. They are called "the little wild cat with teeth" by the crows, although this little wild cat has caused them to suffer several great losses.

The crows are full of disdain and the crows are extremely unfair. In the crows society, people are divided into different levels. Some are noble when they are born and have a lifetime of glory and wealth; some are born humble, and no matter how hard they work, don't imagine what they can get.

In the cognition of the Crow people, the descendants of sacrifices should be noble, and the descendants of ordinary people deserve to be humble. This is the iron rule set by the great gods, and no one can violate it! And this statement is deeply rooted in people's hearts!

Is it very similar to a certain country? Yes, the Crow people are also a caste system. The only thing that doesn't look like a certain country is that the poor people in the social class of the Crow people are not the lowest, and they also have more low-level and inferior slaves!

There are two types of crow people, one is the winged crow man, and the other is the winged crow man. Even if the winged crow man is humble, they are extremely arrogant in front of the winged crow man, and they are disdainful to be with the winged crow man, and even feel that they will dirty their mouths when they say something.

What is the pain in the heart of the Crowman? The Crowman with Wings is happy, and he will torture two Crowman to death to death. If the Crowman with Wings is unhappy, the Crowman with Wings will be in great danger. If he doesn't die, he will be in trouble. If he doesn't die, he will be unable to calm the anger of the Crowman. Therefore, the Crowman with Wings fled from the sight of the Crowman. No matter how dangerous the outside world is, it will be better than a society where there is no hope at all.

This situation lasted for countless years until the birth of Tyrok, the king of sharp claws, was determined to change the situation. Unfortunately, without waiting for the hero to start to take action, this guy was defeated by the Crow Man Priests in Tongtian Peak.

Therefore, the Draenei should thank the Crow Man for his sacrifice. If Tyrok had always led the Crow Man, if he spent countless time to realize his plans one by one, then the entire Crow Man race would be like a complete transformation. Although he could not be able to become a god immediately, he would gradually move away on the road of healthy development.
Chapter completed!