Wokin concluded, "So the Darkspear Trolls are just the most insignificant branch clan of the Trolls. They have no righteous name and have never established an empire. There have been no wars with the various countries of the Alliance, and there have been frequent wars between the Trolls in history. So I hope that the leaders can judge the Darkspear Trolls as an independent race. "
Wokin's speech caused a whisper among the leaders of the Alliance.
To be honest, Wokin had no confidence in joining the Alliance. It wasn't that he didn't try. For example, he had previously sent something similar to a visitation card to Queen Sylvanas, hoping to see the Queen.
Wokin was very wise. He probably knew Queen Sylvanas's position in the Alliance. As one of Duque's harem, if Queen Sylvanas took the lead in opposing, then the Darkspear Trolls would have no chance of joining the Alliance.
With a pillow talk, Duque had one vote, Queen Sylvanas had one vote, Kalia, Illucia, and Jaina each had one vote. The Darkspear Trolls didn't even need to look at the votes of other countries.
Unfortunately, Queen Sylvanas did not accept his request for a meeting. This undoubtedly poured cold water on Wokin.
Wokin was very nervous.
He went from the chief of a small clan to Sal's former deputy, relying on his wisdom.
Through that period of time as an advisor, his knowledge was constantly growing.
In fact, from the moment the Darkspear Trolls withdrew from the tribe, he had been thinking about the future of his people. The conclusion was very discouraging, but he had to accept the reality. If he couldn't join the Alliance, the Darkspear Trolls would never have a chance to rise.
His nervousness, his apprehension, all fell into Duque's eyes.
But Duque was laughing his head off.
On the surface, Duke was still that high and mighty demigod, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance who held great power. However, the fluctuations in his heart were all reflected in his elemental waves.
At this moment, Duque, who seemed to be doing nothing, was laughing in the magic net communication private chat group that only connected to his harem.
"Yo, Sylvanas, what if I told you that one of the futures I saw. After the tribe experienced the terrible Great Chief Braindead Roar, Wokin came to power and became the Great Chief. Do you believe it? "
"Yes!" Queen Sylvie gnashed her teeth. "Even if you tell me that another me will become the chief of the tribe in the future, I will believe you. Everyone knew that the traditional Orcs had declined, and the reorganized tribes would definitely look for a new balance point. If it's not Woking, it's another me, or another Lor'themar. "
As a super powerful person who had traveled through time and space with Duque and collected other timelines, the demigod Queen Sylvanas was no fool. She knew how things would develop.
He thought about how he had died in another timeline and became the ugly and cold Queen of the Forsaken. His little brother, Theron, had even become a big shot. This feeling of nonsensical nonsense made Cirvanas feel extremely vexed.
The girls next to them all giggled.
"That's why I won't let go of a talent like Wo Jin. Just him alone is worth taking down the entire Darkspear Troll. "
"Then why are you still waiting for Woking?" Kalia was a little puzzled.
In the private chat group, Duque's 3D projection shook his head and said with a narcissistic look, "Since ancient times, deep love can't keep people, only tricks can move people's hearts!"
"Pfft!" Queen Sylvanas was the first to react.
"Hmph!" Tyrande was a little annoyed.
"You bastard, you obviously tricked us like this!" Jaina's illusory image waved her small fist.
Although the private chat group was noisy, the voting scene was very ugly.
"Stormwind objects!" No one expected that the first to jump out to object would be William. As someone who had fought against the Jungle Trolls for a long time, Stormwind did not have a good impression of the Darkspear Troll branch of the Jungle Trolls.
Considering William's identity as the Alliance's Deputy Commander, this vote of objection made Woking's heart skip a beat.
"Stormgard objects!"
"Iron Furnace Castle objects!"
"Eagle Nest Mountain objects!"
Woking's head was dizzy with the noise of the objection votes. He was in despair on the spot.
The Elves, who had the deepest hatred for the Trolls, had not yet voted, but the Humans and Dwarves had jumped out first.
What hope was there?
Helplessness and bitterness surged in his mouth, and Woking almost mechanically turned his head to look at Sylvanas. It was not that he had any hope for Queen Sylvanas, but he was waiting for Queen Sylvanas to pass the final judgment anyway.
Who knew, the green eyes that were supposed to be filled with anger were a little thought-provoking.
Queen Sylvanas spoke, "Mr. Woking is right about one thing. The same origin does not mean that they are all evil. Just like how we cannot confuse the Eredar tribe who joined the Burning Legion with the Draenei tribe who believe in the Holy Light. Unfortunately, I do not know much about the Darkspear Troll, so the Sin 'dorei Kingdom has voted to abstain. "
This was truly a case of finding a way out at the end of the tunnel, but a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel.
Woking was originally in despair, but who knew that the Blood Elves, who were most likely to oppose the Darkspear Troll, would abstain.
"The Draenei tribe has decided to give the Darkspear Troll a chance, we vote in favor." Imriel cast the first vote in favor.
Then, Caria followed suit.
There were a lot of tricks in the voting of the Throne Meeting. Not counting the connections beforehand. The voting was not necessarily fair. If it was really fair, it should be announced that after the voting, everyone would write the decision, seal it in an envelope, and then announce it together.
Now, although the leaders represented the will of their own tribe or country, there was a hierarchy of votes. The leader who voted first had the greatest influence, and his decision would definitely affect the leaders behind him.
Moreover, the influence of Duque's harem and Kael 'thas was too great.
The few who had the right to vote deliberately delayed the voting, forming a virtual manipulation.
When all the countries and races with the right to vote had finished voting, a spectacle was formed — the votes for and against were actually tied. It just so happened that according to the rules of the Alliance Throne Meeting, in addition to each country and race with the right to vote, there was also a special existence with the right to vote, and one vote was equal to two votes.
That was the supreme commander of the Alliance, Duque!
It was really strange, perhaps some of the Alliance leaders who voted against felt that something was wrong. In fact, after today, Duque would naturally change the rules to make the voting more fair and reasonable.
But today, your grandpa Du Ke is the one who's in charge.
Woking looked at Duque with anticipation and desire.
Duque said, "Woking, is there anything else you want to add?"
Woking lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Please give the Darkspear Troll a chance to prove itself. As long as we can join the Alliance, the Darkspear Troll is willing to lower its status and join as a vassal race. "
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