Gain the power of Saitama at the beginning of the game

In the world of Azeroth, on the rooftop of the Dark Portal.

Salvador and Enzos were lying on the recliners.

Salvatore ate the grapes that Vashj fed him, while N'Zoth used his tentacles to roll up a dozen bottles of wine and poured them into his mouth one gulp at a time!

On the table in front of them, there was a large plate of salt and pepper peanuts!

The two of them looked like they were enjoying it!

"Enzos, how is it? Life as a mortal is so wonderful! Before, you stayed in that dark Ny'Alo every day, playing tentacle games all day long. Aren't you tired of it?"

"Humph... that's making a human! Not the tentacle game!" Enzos already knew what the tentacle game was. Every time he heard Salvador insult him,

If I could beat him, I would really want to cut him into pieces!

I am an ancient god, and creating humans requires mating???

I produced it directly!

Salvador turned his head and glanced at Enzos, then curled his lips and said,

"You have a penis now! Enzos! You will get prostatitis if you don't use it for a long time!"

"Prostatitis? What is that?" Enzos raised his eyebrows, not understanding what the other party meant!

But he felt that it was definitely not a good thing!

So he asked Vashj next to him,

"Lady Vashj, what did he mean?"

Vashj's cheeks turned slightly red, she knew what that thing was!

She looked at N'Zoth's distorted face with a bad expression and slowly uttered a word!

"roll……"

"..." Enzos rolled his eyes, now he was completely curious!

He stood up and went to ask other night elves.

After a while, Enzos came back with a black face.

"Salvatore, I feel your thoughts are too vulgar!"

"But I am just an ordinary person!"

"..."

N'Zoth looked at him with disdain, then changed the subject.

"Are you going to Arathi Highlands later?"

"Ok!"

"Take me with you?"

"No, you can't go!"

"I'm afraid you'll scare the kids!"

"..."

The two chatted for a while, then Salvador stood up and opened a portal.

Walked into the portal with Vashj and Maiev!

N'Zoth looked at the portal and wanted to go and take a look, but a voice in his heart stopped him, telling him not to go!

"Oh... Never mind. I'll just stay here! Once I finish building the space anchor in Ny'Aosaro, I'll go directly to Draenor and start my life as a local tyrant!"

But what he didn't know was that when he went to Draenor, a lot of things were waiting for him to deal with!

It even attracted his old enemy!

……

The next day, early morning,

The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing,

Countless flags stand in rows, fluttering in the wind!

At this moment, there is a twenty-meter-long table and two rows of chairs on the Sardo Bridge!

Sitting on the north side are human representatives, and sitting on the south side are orc representatives!

At the east end of the table sat the night elf emperor Salvatore.

Behind him, Illidan and Maiev, two peak demigods, stood on both sides!

Like two sculptures, motionless!

Salvador looked at the orcs and Alliance representatives who had already taken their seats on both sides.

Both sides looked at each other with murderous intent!

"Tribal pigs!"

"What did you say? Alliance dog!"

"Want to fight? Come on!"

"Orcs are not afraid of a challenge! Come on, Alliance dogs!"

The situation seems to be getting out of control!

Salvador raised his eyes slightly, and a vast and terrifying pressure swept out from his body!

Everyone was so overwhelmed by this sudden pressure that they couldn't even raise their heads!

But everyone gritted their teeth and held on!

Salvador smiled gently and the pressure disappeared instantly!

Everyone present was breathing heavily!

He looked at the night elf sitting in the main seat with horror!

A huge wave of emotions surged in my heart!

"Is this the emperor of the Dark Night Empire?"

"I feel like I can't last a single round in his hands!"

"Is this strength really a demigod???"

……

After a while, the noisy voices in the field gradually subsided.

"No more noise?"

“If you want to fight, wait until the meeting is over. I will hold a martial arts tournament tomorrow!

I'll let you guys fight to your heart's content! I'll tell you the details later!

Now, let me tell you about my...customized agreement!"

"For the Horde, first of all, withdraw from Alterac, Westfall, Elwynn Forest, Redridge Mountains, Wetlands, Loch Modan, Ironforge, the Badlands, Duskwood and other areas. Return them to the corresponding kingdoms!

Second, hand over King Perenolde of Alterac and all the human captives!

Third, the truce will last for two years! After two years, if you want to fight, the Dark Night Empire will no longer stop you!"

"As for the Alliance, I don't think there is anything we need to do. Just sign a ceasefire!"

"Your Excellency the Divine Emperor, the Alliance has suffered huge losses. Can the tribe make some compensation?"

Salvador looked at the person who was speaking with some surprise, thought for a moment, and then said,

"I think so, Varian!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Orgrim.

The latter also nodded in agreement. The orcs were not very interested in the gold and silver!

"The tribe agrees to hand over all the money collected during the war to His Excellency the Divine Emperor for processing!"

"..."

What a cunning orc!

Lothar narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt a little more wary of this orc leader!

There are many people who think the same as him!

"Okay, then Vashj, you will handle the distribution of these supplies. Lordaeron and Stormwind will each take an extra 20%. Since Alterac is a traitorous country, we don't need to give them any! The remaining countries will be divided equally! As for Quel'Thalas, give them half!"

After hearing this, everyone did not dare to have too many opinions for the time being!

But Beloval thinks that His Majesty the Divine Emperor is a good person!

Up to now in the war, the High Elves have suffered the least losses!

Only over a hundred high elves died!

Compared to the losses of humans, the losses of the high elves are really negligible!

"Since you have no objection, then sign it!"

Salvador waved his hand, and Vashj handed two parchment scrolls to Lothar and Orgrim!

Losa picked up the horsetail pen and signed his name.

And Orgrim looked at Lothar with contempt.

With a grunt, he cut his palm with a knife.

Suddenly, blood gushed out and splashed everywhere!

Orgrim suddenly felt a murderous aura in the air!

I glanced at Salvador from the corner of my eye.

He vaguely saw that person staring at him!

Orgrim immediately shuddered all over, and suddenly an idea flashed in his eyes. He directly pressed his palm on the parchment scroll!

Suddenly a bloody handprint appeared!

As for the words above... they have been covered with blood!

Salvador's eyes twitched and he pursed his lips.

Let it be!

The orcs are a race that may not be great in other aspects, but they really value their promises!