Chapter 959 - Dillema

Is it her?

Not her?

Duke's heart felt like it was being tickled, and he was about to explode with curiosity.

He didn't know how to describe this situation that seemed like cause and effect and reincarnation.

A few years ago, he went to the ancient war ten thousand years ago, and he abandoned Celia because she was finally concerned about her master. Although he didn't do anything to Celia, so he didn't have any psychological burden, but at least he sold a subordinate.

Duke watched as Vashj swayed her soft waist, led the long and terrifying snake tail, and slowly left with two giant subordinates, sank into the water of the distant swamp, and swam to the Dark Lake farther away. Duke suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

At this moment, in the room of Karazhan, there was a sudden "clang" sound from the door.

Duke suddenly looked back.

It's Jaina!!

She came in with a plate of midnight snacks, and she didn't realize she had knocked it over. Jaina's usually intellectual face twitched in pain.

"Vashj! I found you." Jaina's voice did not give Duke a feeling of resentment. But Duke could clearly feel her inner persistence that could not be pulled back even by ten thousand cows.

Duke's heart skipped a beat.

It turns out that time can make people forget many things.

If Vashj hadn't jumped out, Duke would have almost forgotten how Jaina became the queen.

The biggest reason why Jaina in this life did not become the "scumbag" despised by countless players was that her father Daelin died at the hands of Archimonde, who was crossing the west to Mount Hyjal to cause trouble, while he was clearing out the ghost fleet.

Jaina's eldest brother died in the mouth of the red dragon during the Second Battle of the Dark Gate.

The annihilation of the second brother Tanred's family, as well as the destruction of the entire Kul Tiras island, were caused by Vashj and her naga subordinates, who defected to Archimonde at the time.

It was because of King Daelin that the eldest prince, the second prince, and even the second prince's son died, that Jaina, the fourth in line to the throne of Kul Tiras, became the queen.

Now, seeing that something was wrong with Jaina, Duke knew that this matter could not end peacefully.

"Jaina, don't be impulsive!" Duke flashed over and hugged Jaina.

There was a moment of surprise on Jaina's delicate face, and then every curve of her face softened. She naturally leaned her head in Duke's arms, and her golden hair dazzled Duke's eyes.

"Now, Duke, do you think that I ever hated my father and my two brothers?"

Duke didn't know the answer, but he knew that at this moment, Jaina just needed someone to talk to.

So he didn't answer.

Silence may be the best answer.

really...

Jaina rubbed her face gently on Duke's chest, and strangely, Duke felt as if he was petting a cat.

"I have never thought about hating my father, elder brother and second brother. You know what? In the 2800 years before the Dark Portal 15, there has never been a queen in the Eastern Kingdom. I am unwilling and resentful, but I have always believed that my greatest limit is to make a career after marrying you and prove that I can stand on my own."

Well, during the Third Dark Gate War, a lot of queens emerged. Duke recalled that he was also a professional in creating queens!

"My father treated me coldly during his last days, and I knew the reason. The existence of an outstanding princess is the biggest threat to a prince of mediocre ability. I accepted it all, left the sea I loved, Dalaran I loved, and went to Elwynn Forest."

Jaina's eyes were confused, as if she had returned to the days when she was fifteen, which seemed glorious but was actually extremely lonely.

"In fact, I have already accepted my fate and surrendered to destiny. I think that is my limit. So when you let me run Theramore, I was very happy, really happy. Because there is finally someone in this world who appreciates my ability instead of my beauty. What makes me even happier is that that person is you, the one I have always admired so much."

Before he knew it, Duke felt a wet sensation in his chest.

Jaina cried.

"I have never thought of becoming a queen in this way. Even if I really want to become a queen, the people of Theramore who trust me, support me, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for me should hold high the banner that belongs only to me, Jaina, and place me on the throne of queen."

Hearing this, Duke also smiled and gently stroked Jaina's head: "What an ambitious queen."

Jaina shrugged her nose, sobbed, and gave a bitter smile full of sadness.

"Since the remaining Kul Tiras people need me, and since my last name is Proudmoore, then I have my responsibilities. Don't worry, I won't lose my mind and abandon my people and the responsibility of connecting the two continents to run to Draenor to settle accounts with Vashj. If... if there is a chance, please be sure to kill Vashj and avenge my second brother's family."

Duke is so embarrassed!

A moment ago, he was still hesitating whether he should verify Vashj's true identity. If she was really Celia, it was not impossible to win her back.

After all, among Duke's subordinates, there are flying dragons and underground Qiraji emperors, but there is a lack of someone who specializes in water warfare. Not to mention the little Naga back then, and the fishman wise man Mogor who was responsible for wholesale IQ among the mentally retarded fishmen, there is really no one who can fight.

All right! Now Jaina, one of the core members of his harem, spoke up.

Even if Vashj is really Celejia, she cannot be let go so easily.

"Don't worry, as long as I catch Vashj, I will bring her to you. You can steam her or braise her, whatever you like." Duke swore, completely ignoring the fact that the sky outside Karazhan was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning struck, and a group of cultivators were undergoing a tribulation.

"Haha!" Jaina burst into laughter, punched Duke's chest lightly with her little fist, and said coquettishly: "What do you think I am? I'm not a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a crater!"

Duke was suddenly really touched. Should he say that this woman is worthy of being trained by him since she was a loli? This personality is so much better than the original Ji MM in history! ?

Jaina was a busy person. She ran over, turned around twice and then left.

As soon as Duke waited for Jaina to leave, he opened a portal and ran to the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus to find another client.

The night elves originally had three leaders. Malfurion went to cultivate himself, oh no, he went to the Emerald Dream to work. Fandral Staghelm was thrown into Outland by Duke, and he was just shot in the knee and vomited three liters of blood. He is still recovering in Outland. Tyrande has the final say in the entire Darnassus.

Although Duke's visit was a private one, the priestesses of the Moon Temple were used to it and reported it quickly. Duke met Tyrande in a side hall.

"Oh, what a rare guest! I didn't expect that you, Duke, would come to see me on your own. But this is the Temple of the Moon." Just after the host and the guest sat down, Tyrande's dignified, flawless, and holy face turned red for a moment.

Pretend! Keep pretending!

Sometimes Duke felt sad for the night elves. The goddess's spokesperson whom they believed in and trusted, the glorious and righteous high priestess Tyrande, had already sacrificed herself for victory in the ancient war ten thousand years ago. Her moral integrity was crushed to pieces in the process of practicing Duke's evil fantasy.

"Ahem!" Duke coughed dryly and said sternly, "I want to talk to you about serious matters today."

"Oh?" Since Duke said it was a serious matter, Tyrande, who was dressed in a priest robe, immediately corrected her attitude. With the most impeccable appearance, she sat opposite Duke. She raised her hand gently, her posture was as elegant as a painting: "Please speak frankly, commander."

"It's about the time you and I were in Azshara's palace during the War of the Ancients..."

Before Duke finished speaking, Tyrande's face, which had managed to put on a dignified expression, suddenly turned red. "Damn it, you still said you were not teasing me. I already said this is the Moon Temple, the goddess will definitely pay attention to this place."

"No! I mean Celia!" Duke said firmly.

Tyrande's eyes suddenly widened, with a hint of hesitation in them. After thinking about the latest Alliance battle report, she immediately figured it out: "Do you suspect that Celestia is the current Vashj?"

"Yes!"

"It seems that you have made your choice."

"Indeed." Duke smiled bitterly.

He had no reason to turn against Jaina in order to win back an unknown Celega (Vashj).

"I understand. You came here to seek enlightenment."

"Maybe. I am a person who cherishes old ties. If it's a stranger, it doesn't matter to me whether he's alive or dead. If necessary, I can destroy him easily. But for old friends..." Duke hesitated.

Suddenly I realized that being the boss is painful, especially being the boss of the Alliance.

Or maybe the situations I faced in the past were all black and white.

Are you a villain?

Then I will kill you without any negotiation.

You're not going against the Alliance, are you?

As long as you join me in killing the Burning Legion, everything will be fine.

Duke could even forgive the orcs who had committed countless evil deeds and ignore the existence of Orgrim and Anasterian, but he always felt uncomfortable killing a maid who had served him.

Tyrande spoke softly: "The Moon Goddess Elune always teaches us to learn to look at things from multiple angles. For example, although the Naga and the evil orcs are our enemies, they are by no means truly evil."

Tyrande's argument shocked Duke. "If other radicals in the Alliance knew what you said, you would probably be criticized by many people, right?"

Tyrande smiled and continued indifferently: "Whether it was the orcs of the old tribe, the current evil orcs, or the Naga. They all came to this world or Draenor to seek land in order to survive. Although humans, the current night elves, and the Draenei are all enemies to them, their actions are by no means evil, and the essence of their wishes is kind. Since they are kind - one day, after they realize the destructiveness of the Burning Legion, they will assume important responsibilities in this world."

This argument left Duke dumbfounded.

"As long as we are intelligent creatures, we will have disputes due to various contradictions, and the factors that distinguish us from friends or enemies are benefits and losses. Unfortunately, we are now in such an extreme era, a desperate era where we and the Burning Legion cannot survive unless one of us perishes. Neither the goddess nor I want to imagine establishing an alliance that can only be maintained by strong combat power under such circumstances. Because this will lead to evil."

"After all, we are not united simply to defeat the enemy. We raised our weapons for our compatriots and even the future of the entire planet. So - if you have the chance, you, Jaina, must learn to forgive!"

After Tyrande finished her words, Duke fell completely silent.

After a long while, Duke finally managed to say, "Forgive...?"

Tyrande smiled and said, "After joining the Alliance, I always heard people say that the prosperity and strength of the Alliance today was forged by force and was the result of the leadership of the great leader Edmund Duke... Is this really the case?"

"That's not the case!" Duke said firmly, "I never think that the Alliance is my own achievement. This Alliance was created by the dreams of countless people. It was created by countless people who gave up their leisure time and invested countless imaginations, energy, and physical strength. A mere Edmund Duke can't build so many flying warships and tanks to fight for every inch of land in Azeroth and Draenor!"

Tyrande's smile became even wider. "Then I want to ask, in the 2,800 years since the rise of the human race, has there not been any battle with the elves and dwarves?"

The devil didn't fight!

Where there are people, there is paste!

There were many frictions between the violent dwarves and the Stormwind, but only after they came to understand each other did they become solid allies.

After listening, Duke finally understood what Tyrande meant.

"Well, people told me before that priests and the like are all charlatans, and I didn't believe it. Today I finally saw it. You, you have been confusing me for a long time, and it seems that you have told me everything, and yet you have told me nothing."

Tyrande smiled brightly: "Hehe! As a genuine demigod of Azeroth, you have no right to call me a charlatan!"

"puff!"

This is also because I have always been accustomed to the thinking of ordinary people, and I really don't have so many extraordinary thoughts that are superior to the world.

"Okay, I understand what you and Elune mean. As long as you are still angry, then fight fiercely. Until one side is defeated, I, the guide, will have to deal with the aftermath! Please, this is a mortal feud!"

Tyrande sat over and leaned against Duke, rubbing against him: "Edmund Duke - the only man in the Alliance with a legendary aura, the man who can always make the impossible possible, the common partner of me and Jaina and other outstanding women! This is up to you. If you can't do it beautifully, why do you think you are qualified to have the love of the seven noble ladies?"

"Well, the charlatan is right!" Duke replied unhappily.

"I really hope that one day you, no, every race in the entire alliance, can create an ideal world without war... Then I won't have to be so tired, mediating disputes and busying myself with this and that every day."

"Well, I won't let you down."

Tyrande sent Duke to the main entrance of the Moon Temple. Duke opened the portal, raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

That is the glory of the Moon Goddess!

For the past 25,000 years, this light has shone on the land of Azeroth every night. The soft glow with divinity, just one glance, will make people remember its shining pride forever.

Elune, she witnessed the rise and fall of Azeroth.

From the brutal battles during the Dark Empire to the heart-stirring ancient wars thousands of years ago...

During the long years, she worked tirelessly to heal this Skarred world.

Goddess Elune is respectable and praiseworthy.

Duke came here this time, ostensibly to inform Tyrande, but in reality he was also saying hello to Elune.

As for Vashj, regardless of whether it is a success or not, it is necessary to report it to Elune.

Since Tyrande repeatedly mentioned forgiveness, that's ok.

"Alas!" Duke sighed softly.

Elune is very concerned about Queen Azshara and her group of corrupted night elves.

He did not believe in the goddess, but pursued power in a field beyond his control, which led to the Burning Legion, a typical case of playing with fire and getting burned. Not only did he get himself into trouble, but he also blew up the entire continent and caused billions of lives to be destroyed.

From any perspective, Elune's mind can be called great.

If these bastards were Duke's men, they would have been humanely destroyed long ago, leaving not even a trace of their souls.

Only Elune is willing to forgive and hope to guide them back to the right path.

Of course, Elune would never publicly issue an oracle to support Duke's actions. It was one thing for Duke, the leader of the Alliance, to recruit the Naga as his subordinates. It was another thing for her, the only true god of the night elves, to do so publicly.

If such a guy who abandons his compatriots and allows demons to slaughter them can be easily forgiven, what will the night elves who have supported Elune for more than 10,000 years think?

This is a major event that will affect the base of the Goddess's believers.

So the goddess could not come forward and could only tacitly agree to let Duke go and do it.

Back in Karazhan, Duke immediately did what he was supposed to do.

"Hey, Vashj, are you Celestia? Oh, it doesn't matter whether you are or not. There is no future in following Queen Azshara or the Burning Legion. Come into the arms of your master Duke quickly. Your master will help you show off and fly!" Duke had thought about it before. With his arrogant spirit, Miss Vashj immediately bowed down and called him master.

Unfortunately, that's just thought.

None of the Old Gods run charities to provide relief. How could N'Zoth treat Queen Azshara like a treasure?

Not to mention Vashj, the queen's maid.

The queen is almost running out to beg for food, how can the maid be any better?

Anyway, no matter whether she is Celia or not, she cannot escape the dark history of being thrown into the dark and boundless deep sea and suffering for ten thousand years.

"Let's get rid of the foreign aid first." Duke sighed slightly.

In the following days, the Allied forces advanced on three fronts:

The Horde assembled almost all available mobile forces and rushed to attack Auchindoun south of Terokkar Forest, trying to open the road to Nagrand.

After realizing that he could not deal with Vashj well, Varian had to lead the main force of the Alliance to expand in Terokkar Forest. In order to ensure the supply from Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City, he first cleaned up Risk's Crow's Nest west of the Thorn Rocks and beat the crows inside, then entered Tuurem south of the Thorn Rocks and cleaned up the former Draenei who had become insane and were now the Broken.

Finally, the Alliance began to build a new fortress in the southern part of Terokkar Forest near Shadowmoon Valley. Originally, this fortress was named Alleria Fortress to commemorate the missing heroine Alleria in the Outland War.

But in this life, Alleria never came to Outland.

And the next person to guard the fortress will be Lirath, the fourth sister of the Windrunner family who is more adept at jungle warfare, so the fortress was renamed Windrunker Fortress.

The battles on these two routes were fought in a standard manner, with no unexpected events and naturally no surprises.

The entire Allied force was attracted by the battle in Zangarmarsh.

They said that Brian Bronzebeard was in charge, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that Brian, that hot-tempered dwarf, was incapable of launching such a delicate multi-threaded attack.

In December, after consolidating the dam of the Dark Marsh waterfall, the Alliance mobilized more than 50 airships of various types from Azeroth. Less than one-fifth of them were warships, and the rest were all simple air transport ships.

Two large propellers, a new diesel engine and a huge metal cargo hold that looks like a big-bellied goldfish - it's a transport ship.

Neither the Alliance nor the Horde are good at swamp warfare, right?

Well, I will fill up all the swamps and lakes.

What seems like a fantasy is no problem at all in front of the Alliance's immense transportation capacity.

Smaller air transport ships can carry 500 tons of sand and soil. Larger ones can carry 3,000 tons. All day long, these transport ships do nothing but work in three shifts, loading sand and soil onto the dirt hills of the Hellfire Peninsula under the cover of air battleships and other air forces. The first step is to fill up the Dark Lake, which is located between the three major regions of Nagrand in the west, Terokkar Forest in the south, and the Hellfire Peninsula in the east.

I am not as good as you in naval battles. Well, now I will force you to fight me in a land battle. Let's see how you, Naga, can continue to act recklessly.

Facing the transport ship dropping sand from 500 meters in the air, the Naga side really had no way to deal with it. In the outer domain where magic power was disordered, no one's magic could reach 500 meters away.

Moreover, among so many bosses in the entire Serpent Temple, none of them can fly, so they can only stare at the Qiraji insects and the small boss Shatura flying in the sky.

The water in the swamp area is not deep.

After a few trips of airdropped sand and soil, the waterway leading to Dark Lake was completely filled up.

Unless the Naga has a greater ability to handle sand than the Alliance, no matter whether they eat it and pull it into the void, or make it disappear with magic, as long as they cannot handle the sand, they will have to accept the cruel fact that their controlled area is decreasing every day.

After the Alliance used sand to divide Dark Lake into seven or eight pieces, the efficiency of filling the lake became higher. Under the cover of the air force, the fearless dwarves drove diesel bulldozers and worked hard to fill the lake and create land.

There is simply no solution to this rogue style of play.

As a last resort, on December 12, the evil orcs appeared again on the fill area of ​​the original Dark Lake.

Unexpectedly, when the evil orcs were more than one kilometer away from the water, a group of griffin knights and horned hippogryph archers rushed over.

And then, nothing happened.

Duke's move was clearly to bully Illidan's side for not having an air force. This move was quite extreme, and could be said to be shameless, but it could well solve the problem that the Alliance was not good at naval warfare and did not have enough strong players to invest.

If it were an intact nature, with lakes being built and farmlands being constructed, it would be a lot of fun once a flood occurred.

Draenor is not.

For a planet with a shattered, half-destroyed core, it was a miracle that it could still have air. The situation in the outer realm was something that science could not explain.

Since there are not so many rules and regulations to restrict him, Duke can of course use his imagination to do things.

A month later, nearly 100 square kilometers of Dark Lake and the surrounding area had been completely filled with soil. After repeated tests by the dwarf craftsmen, the ground had met the requirements.

However, Illidan's men were unaware of the trick here.

On December 25, nearly 100,000 evil orc soldiers and ogres wearing rough animal skins waded through the shallow waterways near the lagoon in the central Zangarmarsh and entered what is now the Dark Marsh Plains.

Originally, their attack was to destroy the Alliance's lake filling project, but who knew that along the way, the sentry towers erected by humans were all empty. Because they were built with reinforced concrete, even the ogres had to spend a lot of effort to destroy those half-finished sentry towers.

Using a hammer to hit those sturdy small bunkers is a losing business. Often, even the hammer will be broken and you may not be able to make a hole.

However, the large army of evil orcs was still advancing forward, and the attack was incredibly smooth. Even Kargath Bladefist, who was supervising the battlefield from a distance, could not help but raise his brows slightly.

As one of the few former tribal chiefs who had witnessed the power of the Alliance's artillery, he had to deal with the orders from his superiors timidly.

If he had a choice, he would never choose to attack the Alliance in this terrain.

Unfortunately, Illidan was not there, and the orders of Vashj, the second-in-command of the organization, were not something that he, the newly defected and recently defeated orc leader, could resist.

Although Kargath had a hot temper, he still carefully divided his 100,000 evil orcs into five echelons, and allowed the evil orcs to advance in a formation that was not rigorous and was almost equivalent to a human skirmish line.

For the evil orcs who are still in the typical cold weapon era, this can only be said to be a solution.

While concentrating troops can certainly unleash the power of close combat, the Alliance's artillery is no pushover.

In one morning, they advanced nearly 20 kilometers. This was more like an armed parade than a march.

Kargath grew more agitated.

At this moment, a muffled thunder was heard in the distant sky.

Human artillery! ?

"Get down--" Kargath shouted almost immediately.

When being bombarded, lie down quickly, otherwise there is a higher chance of being hit by shrapnel and killed. This is common sense in the Alliance army, and many orcs in the new tribe in Azeroth also know it.

The problem is that these big guys who stayed in Draenor don't understand at all!

Moreover, after sucking the devil's blood, his IQ began to break through the lower limit.

Lie down?

What do you mean by lying down?

Could it be that my cowardly commander-in-chief has become a coward?

"Hahaha!"

Not only the evil orcs in the distance, but even the personal guards around Kargath laughed at him loudly.

This is the inherent thinking of the orcs who are behind the times. Before they have seen real technology and strategies, they don't know what is terrible.

Perhaps they are not smart enough to understand this.

Anyway, in their dictionary, there is only one word - reckless!

At this moment, on the other side is the Black Pearl.

Duke, Hoof Yrel, and Brian looked out into the distance.

Sitting on this largest flying battleship that could barely be disassembled and transported through the Dark Portal and then reassembled, stability has been greatly improved.

If it was any other boat, Duke was really afraid that her hooves would vomit all over the place and she would kneel before she saw what he wanted her to see.

"Hey, Mark! Didn't you say you wanted me to see some new stuff? It's firing Cannons again. Is that interesting? By the way, I've been burying so many stakes lately that I feel like vomiting." Iriel was shaking the little tail on her hips. For some reason, Duke had the urge to play with the tail.

Of course he held back, as this was a taboo among the Draenei, especially women.

Duke smiled at Yrel's complaint.

At this point in time, Yrel is still very young, and she is almost a newbie who hasn't even left the novice village yet. If Duke is willing to send her to the front line to fight orcs, Velen will feel the pain.

Just send her to bury the node pillars of the magic network.

The elements in Outland are too chaotic, and it is not easy to maintain an orderly circulation of elements. Before connecting with Shattrath City, if the magic network in Azeroth is the gigabit fiber broadband before the time travel, then the magic network in Outland is the miserable old-time 256k dial-up Internet access.

How can we not widen it?

Moreover, the lack of nodes means the lack of WiFi. The insufficient transmission distance also means that Mark Dooku's mobility area is restricted in disguise, which is simply unforgivable!

The network reinforcement during this period not only increased the capacity of the magic network, but also replaced the damn 100M small router with a gigabit enterprise-level router.

Of course, the most important thing is that Duke finally found the new source of magic power for the magic network - yes, it was the Naaru brother in Shattrath City!

Duke couldn't be like a certain guy who treated the Naaru as a simple little sun or a magic juicer, but where the Naaru were, there was usually good weather and the elements were orderly and peaceful. After obtaining Velen's consent, Duke asked Solarian to set up a new element absorption array in Shattrath City to absorb the four elements around Shattrath City into the magic network.

It is no exaggeration to say that with the magical support of Shattrath City, Mark Dooku is now more than twice as strong as when he first entered the Outlands. He is now a true Great Master of the Moon (Puppet)!

Having said that, the hoof did so much work, and Duke was happy to tease this funny hoof.

He raised his hand and pointed to the distance: "Look - the plane -"

"airplane?"

Duke's face turned red. "Uh, slip of the tongue. Look at that dark cloud!"

If Duke hadn't said it, not many people would have known what the volley of artillery fire just now was for.

I saw a large dark cloud gathering over the muddy ground of the former Anze Lake at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning, heavy rain poured down almost immediately, and in just three or two breaths, the originally soft ground turned into mud.

"This is..."

Duke swung his hand in a very impressive manner, and swung his right hand in a beautiful arc like a conductor: "I call it - artificial rainfall!"

Artificial rainfall?

the Alliance's technology is so advanced that it can even control rain?

No matter what this is, it's so cool!

Ti Zi crossed his fingers, spun his tail like an electric fan, and his bright eyes looked like the starry eyes of a fan.

"What? It feels so awesome!"

Ti Zi used the most realistic performance to interpret what it means to be powerful without knowing it.

At the side of the boat, Brian didn't care: "Hey, Du...Mark, you don't care how you make the little girl happy. Now even I can't understand why you want to bring all this rain? And you even called Thrall here."

Duke had already detected the movements of the evil orcs long ago, and this time he personally summoned Thrall in his own name.

At this moment, in the Mushroom Stone Forest not far below, Thrall and five thousand orc warriors were waiting for orders.

"Orgrim, Duke asked me to send people to receive a large number of fel orc prisoners, but I saw that the Alliance did not invest much manpower. Can Duke really do it?" asked Thrall.

"Never underestimate Edmund Duke, he is a miraculous man. His magic and his thinking have been proven in many wars. Since we are allies, just wait patiently. He will never let his allies down." Orgrim replied in a rough voice.

Maybe this is a kind of sadness.

Having to trust a former enemy.

But it is precisely because they are enemies that they understand each other best.

Thrall and Orgrim were both extremely conflicted.

In the sky, on the Black Pearl, Duke smiled faintly: "Magic can do many things that mortals cannot do. In fact, science can also do many things that magic can do. For example, this..."

Duke raised his hand, and immediately several flying transport ships lowered their altitude and rushed towards the front of the evil orc army.

"Enemy attack--" This time, no one laughed at Kargath's Blade Fist.

Because anyone who is not blind can see that those big-bellied spaceships are sprinkling something black in front of the evil orc army.

"What is that?" Yrel blinked.

Duke shook his head, as if possessed by Zhu Geliang: "As a general, you must know astronomy and geography. Otherwise, you will be killed by the enemy. Now, Yirel, let me ask you, what kind of wind is blowing today?"

Yrel blinked again. "I don't know!"

Duke rolled his eyes: It seems that old charlatan Velen never taught this guy how to determine the wind direction.

Duke sighed, "It's very simple to know the wind direction. All you need to do is throw something light into the sky and see which direction it deflects when it falls. Then you will know where the wind comes from and where it is going."

"Oh!" Ti Zi is a good student, but also a student who makes Teacher Du bleed.

Because after Hoofzi agreed, he actually picked up a small stone from the deck and threw it into the air. The small stone flew to a height of two meters above the deck and naturally fell straight down.

Yirel figured out the answer. She patted her chest and said confidently, "I know! The wind is blowing up and down today!"

Up and down wind! ?

God damn up and down!

How could there be such a mind-boggling operation?

Brian felt his brain starved of oxygen.

Duke felt like his high school physics teacher was being bullied over and over again.

Duke stretched out his twitching hand and threw a feather into the sky. Naturally, the wind from the east blew the feather to the west.

"See? That's what I mean by lighter. Well, the sun rises from the east, and it's morning, so it's an east wind..."

Before Duke could finish his words, the hoof had already hit him three times:

"Isn't the stone light? I think the stone is very light!"

"The sun in Draenor rises from the west!"

"Why can't I just treat it as the left and right wind?"

Duke vomited three liters of blood.

Sargeras plus Archimonde, plus Neltharion and Nefarian, plus Ragnaros, these super powerful enemies that make the world tremble in fear have never defeated Duke, but Hoof did it.

Damn, could it be that the person I met in this life was a fake Yrel?

Although Duke doesn't think Yrel is mentally retarded, isn't it too difficult to train a problem child?

Well, I'd rather launch a desperate charge against the Burning Legion!

While they were still nagging, the Alliance fired a few rockets over there, and immediately created a terrifying three-story-high wall of fire to the east of the entire evil orc army.

"Hohoho!"

There was no need for ignition, the black oil residue that fell from the sky was the most terrifying flammable material. Any evil orc who dared to rush into the wall of fire would be burned into charcoal by the fire that had just started.

As the transport ship continued to release oil in mid-air, the fire continued to spread forward along the direction of the transport ship.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​fire had formed a U-shape, surrounding the evil orc army from the east, south and north.

The skirmish line, which was originally three kilometers wide, was now compressed due to the fierce fire.

"Don't be afraid!" Kael'gath tried to calm the evil orcs who were starting to run back.

At this moment, the Alliance warships in the sky began to fire.

Dozens of shells landed in front of the evil orcs' vanguard and exploded right among the nearly one hundred infantrymen gathered there. There was a series of loud bangs, and blood and flesh splattered among the evil orcs.

Not only was there artillery fire, but more airships flew over the heads of the evil orc vanguards and dropped 500-pound bombs.

The shells and bombs created a series of large pits on the ground. The flying rocks, broken stone mushrooms and green limbs fell on the heads of the surrounding evil orcs like hail. For a moment, screams and groans of pain merged into one.

In the face of the fire and explosion, these defeated troops who had been driven out of the Hellfire Peninsula by the Allies not long ago recalled the horror. Although the demon blood made them violent, fear of fire was the instinct of most creatures.

The morale of the evil orc army collapsed. They didn't care whether there were any supervisory teams behind them. They turned around and ran, running faster than rabbits.

Unexpected things also happened at this time. The land that had been smooth when we came here and could not even leave footprints when we stepped on it, turned into mud under the heavy rain. At this moment, it was even more terrifying than a quagmire.

What made the orcs even more uncomfortable was that countless steel ropes suddenly fell from the sky.

The rope itself doesn't have much killing power. The thick-skinned and thick-fleshed evil orcs can only be hit dizzy at most.

What happens next is scary.

Perhaps every time traveler has had this experience: putting the headphone cable in your pocket, it quickly becomes a tangled mess.

The situation is similar now.

These cables, which were originally intended to be used to secure the ships, easily mixed with the mud and turned into the most terrifying capture attack.

Countless evil beastmen were huddled together in a muddy field that was less than four kilometers long and wide, rolling around and rubbing their faces against each other. Often when one of them stood up, the rope on his feet would trip another evil beastman.

The scene was extremely funny.

In the distance, Thrall and Orgrim were stunned.

Is there actually such an operation?

To be honest, Thrall and Orgrim have a love-hate relationship with their compatriots who are foolish enough to drink the blood of demons.

If these guys can be rescued and the toxicity of the demon's blood is removed, the Horde will immediately have a strong army.

That's more than 100,000 young and heroes! Almost more than the total population of orcs in the Horde.

Unfortunately, these crazy compatriots are not easy to catch.

The blood of the Abyss Lord is many times stronger than chicken blood. After drinking it, the speed won't increase too much, but the strength will definitely double, and the vitality will increase. At least on the battlefield, don't expect these crazy guys to stop unless you chop off their heads.

When attacking Hellfire Citadel, Thrall once asked his men to wear heavy armor and use blunt weapons to knock out the evil orcs. The result was terrible. Often, the soldiers of the new tribe were knocked down before the other side was knocked down.

The timid tribal soldiers were easily killed by the enemy's heavy weapons. In front of a large wooden stick weighing dozens of pounds or a giant beast's hard bone used as a hammer, no matter how heavy the armor was, it would still be a shock to death.

The most effective weapon against the evil orcs is the Alliance's heavy artillery. With one artillery shell, the huddled evil orcs can easily fall to the ground. Of course, only those who are stunned at the outermost edge have a chance to be captured, and ultimately escape and become a member of the new tribe.

But now, Duke used this strange method to give a large number of orc captives to the Horde. In Thrall's eyes, every miserable evil orc was a treasure more valuable than gold!

"Sure enough, Duke has his eyes on the whole world." Orgrim sighed.

Thinking of Duke's bold words about destroying the Burning Legion, Thrall couldn't help but feel again the gap between himself and Duke in terms of realm.

"Okay, let's attack..."

"Wait!" Seeing that Thrall was about to give the order to move out, Orgrim grabbed Thrall and said, "Duke's message hasn't come yet."

"but..."

"It seems like there's no danger, right? Wrong! Duke is just like that. Whoever crosses the line will bear the consequences. Don't go out until you get the news."

Almost at the moment when Orgrim finished speaking, a strange "rustling" sound suddenly came from the far west.

"Ancestors! What is that?" Looking at the colorful ghost things flying into the sky like countless kites, Thrall opened his fang-filled mouth wide.

A large group of snakes flew into the sky, but now they all had wings. They looked like the evil god Hakkar—yes, flying snakes!

On the airship, Hoof also screamed: "What is that?"

Duke narrowed his eyes. He was also very surprised. He didn't expect that Naga actually had this thing.

Yes, that is the Naga-exclusive flying snake, which has never appeared in World of Warcraft and only exists in the campaign of Warcraft. These annoying light air forces are not big in size, but they are extremely agile. Although the Alliance's Griffin Knights and Hippogryph Knights are larger in size, the Alliance's current main combat air force cannot please these enemies who fly fast and cannot be hit.

Brian frowned when he saw the Alliance's Griffins approaching.

"Let the Griffin Regiment retreat and prepare the Type 3 bombs!" This was Brian's order.

When Brian's adjutant wanted to carry out the order, he was stopped by Duke.

"Don't use the three-type bullets, just go for Dad Ke's Formation!" Duke suddenly spoke.

Although everyone was surprised that Mark Dooku, a wizard without any military rank, stood beside Brian, no one expected that Mark would use a condescending tone to overstep his authority and revise Brian's order. The adjutant just puffed up his cheeks and prepared to scold him, but heard his boss say, "Do as he says!"

the Alliance has been fighting in various places for twenty-three years. In the past eight years, after Duke took over, it has used modern military codes to train a group of disciplined troops, which can be called an iron army.

Duke's order was promptly carried out.

In the sky, the Alliance's flying warships were still relatively densely arranged in a trapezoidal formation amidst the unstable air currents. It was like the audience seats in a stadium, the first row was the lowest, the second row a little higher, and so on.

This time, not only the warships, but also the transport ships were lined up. Fifty-six ships formed a ramp-like formation.

That's right, because of their purpose and load distribution, transport ships don't have too many heavy guns installed, only a row of 102mm guns on the top deck. But that doesn't mean they can't deal with fast, small but large enemies.

The answer lies in these strange things that appear after opening the hatch.

"What is this? It looks interesting!" Hoof asked, wagging his tail.

Before Duke put earplugs on Hoof, he laughed, "You can call it 'Boom Bang Cannon'!"

40mm eight-barrel 'pom-pom' gun.

the Alliance's most advanced and powerful medium- and short-range air defense weapons.

Of course, this thing is not as good as the original one on the warships during Second War. This degraded and shabby eight-barreled "bang bang" Cannon is more like a large revolver with eight barrels installed together.

However, the trigger requires a dwarf with earplugs to manually shake the barrel-lid-sized gear, and then continuously pull the trigger to trigger the large ammunition that falls into the 40mm barrel from the ammunition belt above.

These shells were as thick as two fingers, and each one contained more than 30 sharp iron nails one finger long. With the help of black gunpowder, they could fly 500 meters away, forming a death barrage with a diameter of more than two meters, enough to tear apart any light armor.

Think about it, let alone the battleships, on the transport ships alone, there are 24 eight-mounted "bang bang" guns on one side of the ship, and on the cruisers there are more than 50. When the large formation composed of more than 50 spaceships and a total of 1,000 anti-aircraft guns fire at the same time, the scene is so beautiful.

The orcs including Thrall below were stunned.

In just three or four breaths, the sides of the entire fleet were filled with continuous explosions, like the long roar of a guardian dragon.

Along with the roar of anti-aircraft artillery fire, countless tiny things gleaming with a metallic luster formed a rainstorm denser than the flying snakes, pouring into the flying snakes like water.

This time, these mysterious creatures that have never appeared in the eyes of mortals have already encountered bad luck before they could gain the fame they deserve.

Faced with countless flying steel nails, the flying snakes had their wings pierced in an instant, or their bodies covered with not-too-hard scales were directly pierced through. They fell from mid-air almost silently, shedding a dirty rain of blood.

Not to mention the enemy, even the commander Brian was stunned: "No wonder you insisted on building a Cleveland-class air defense ship."

Countless pieces of flesh and blood fell from the sky.

On the ground, the furious evil orcs continued to vent their anger in vain in the mud and cables.

However, anyone with a little bit of insight would know that Illidan's side was doomed to lose.

Once the Flying Snake card was played, all the rescue efforts of the Naga tribe were doomed to be in vain.

Several kilometers away, on top of a huge stone mushroom, no one noticed that Vashj was actually watching the battle here with the Alliance's standard telescope.

The top pair of arms put down the telescope, and Vashj smiled sarcastically: "Let's go! Those brainless guys are finished."

"Wait!" The one who tried to dissuade them was a night elf who was wearing a black robe on the lower body, naked on the upper body, revealing a body covered in magic talisman tattoos, and his eyes were covered in a black cloth.

"What?" Vashj's slightly frowned brows showed her displeasure.

"Vashj, how dare you abandon your master's army like this?" the night elf asked Vashj harshly.

"Be aware of your identity! Leotheras!" A male Naga holding a huge golden and red angular warhammer suddenly stepped forward and stood between the night elf and his master Vashj.

"It is you Nagas who should be aware of your own identities! As servants of your master, you actually abandon more than 100,000 combat forces just because of cowardice!" The night elves refused to give in.

Unexpectedly, the sneer on Vashj's face became even more intense: "Are you talking about those 100,000 idiots who only know how to eat everything they can but can't do anything else and whose heads are full of muscles?"

"you..."

"Enough! Blind man! You are the one who should pay attention to your identity! You are now a direct subordinate of ms. Vashj. Before Illidan has new orders, you should not have any complaints even if ms. Vashj wants to execute you." The male naga smashed the top of the mushroom with a hammer, causing the mushroom cap, which was hard enough to build a house on it, to crack.

The blind man is naturally Leotheras. As a moon guard who was once extremely glorious in ancient times and a traitor of the night elves, under the guidance of Illidan, he also gave up his eyes in exchange for the power of demons and became a demon hunter.

Of course, this is also a clear proof that he is Illidan's most staunch supporter.

"Carathres, you..." Leotheras was speechless for a moment.

When Deep Water Lord Karathreth wanted to say something, he was stopped by Vashj.

"Of course my men and I are willing to fight for Master Illidan, but only if we can find new ways to deal with those flying things in the sky. Unfortunately, it seems that with my poor wisdom, Vashj can only do this much. Extra resistance will only increase casualties, and the dead... are also the master's servants, am I right?" Vashj's voice carried a frivolous tone that made Leotheras feel uncomfortable.

Vashj's words made the demon hunter angry. If he had enough strength, he almost wanted to teach Vashj and the damned Lord of Deep Water a lesson.

Unfortunately, Vashj's strength is undoubtedly the best among Illidan's subordinates.

Vashj smiled and said, "If Master Illidan were here, he would have given wiser instructions. Unfortunately, he is not here. As the commander-in-chief of the war zone, am I wrong to exercise the authority that Master Illidan gave me before he left in my own war zone? Loyal Sir Leotheras."

The Demon Hunter was trembling all over, but he couldn't blame Vashj any more.

Illidan's territory in Outland is very large.

Naturally, he needed a lot of subordinates to help him control the territory. Vashj did not leave her war zone, and did not raise the banner of rebellion. She just abandoned some evil orcs who were not under her control. This really cannot be blamed on her more.

Even if she wanted to rebel, what could he do?

"Let's go." Vashj took the lead, leading the Deep Water Lord, swaying their snake tails in front and behind, and slowly came to the edge of the huge mushroom umbrella.

A powerful spring of water suddenly gushed out under the guidance of Vashj's power, forming an elevator that was a hundred meters high, slowly picking her and Karathres up, leaving the blind Leotheras behind.

Leotheras stomped his feet, and finally made a super high dive, gracefully crashing into the deep water area beside the stone mushroom, and swam to the Serpent Temple located in the Serpent Lake in the middle of Zangarmarsh.

On the other side, on the Black Pearl, multiple detectors placed in various places transmitted images of Vashj's departure. Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vashj is gone." Duke said.

"Oh, I thought you were going to use the last of those things on the transport ship." Brian laughed.

"If it is used, our allies will cry."

"Hey, I don't mind using it."

Duke and Brian were playing charades, leaving Iriel with a lot of question marks in his head.

Those last things are asphalt.

Ironforge's crude oil refining is not very advanced, and the diesel extraction rate is not high, but asphalt, which is the most easily extracted by-product of crude oil, is abundant.

Asphalt, a sticky substance, is good for paving roads. Now, the Glory Avenue from the Dark Portal to Glory Hold is a road paved with asphalt, except for the rails that must be laid when the Alliance goes to war.

The only difference is that they are not using horse-drawn carriages, but rather trucks pulled by Qiraji Qiraji. After all, demons can easily destroy railroad tracks, but it is not so easy to destroy roads. On roads with good road conditions, Qiraji Qiraji can easily pull a one-ton horse-drawn carriage on them, which is a beneficial supplement to the supply lines of the Alliance and the Horde.

Of course, pouring asphalt on those evil orcs would mean they would have no chance of survival.

Asphalt is extremely sticky, after all, it is a product of petroleum, and it can catch fire at 500 or 600 degrees. Now the Alliance has thrown incendiary bombs and bombs in three directions of the evil orc army, and if they throw asphalt, it will be another feast for the orcs.

During the first and second Dark Gate Wars, it was absolutely a gratifying thing. If there is no need to do it now, it would be almost certain that Thrall would turn hostile.

Fortunately, Vashj chose to abandon her pig teammates.

At this time, the elite tribesmen hiding far to the east had already become impatient.

Fortunately, they finally received Duke's message.

In the mirror image of the magic transmission, Thrall saw Duke's face in Karazhan as he wished: "Vashj is gone, the Horde can go up."

"Huh..." Thrall took a long breath and said, "Thank you, Duke. The Horde owes the Alliance a big favor."

"You're welcome. I hope to see these transformed Horde warriors on the front lines of the battle against the Burning Legion." Duke smiled and nodded: "Yes, does the Alliance still need to help the Horde with a small favor?"

Thrall wanted to say no, but then changed his mind: "Thank you."

Then, the Horde army saw the Alliance's flying warships begin to drop sand towards the evil orcs who were struggling in the mud and tangled steel cables.

Thrall immediately understood that this was to provide a place for the tribal warriors to settle down!

Even if you don't want to admit it, you have to admit that today is destined to be a feast for the Horde!

At Thrall's call, the tribal warriors, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed forward.

At this moment, countless intricate and exquisite magic arrays suddenly flashed on the sides of the Alliance cruisers and destroyers in the sky.

A moment later, the ice arrows of Blizzard fell in front of the Horde's advance Road, and a magical storm that was only used for auxiliary purposes was generated out of thin air, easily extinguishing the fire that was blocking the Horde's army's advance.

Thrall bared his teeth. He really didn't know when the Horde would be able to master Air-Ground Integration and Infantry-Artillery Coordination as smoothly as the Alliance.

There is no other way. Not getting beaten for being backward is already a face-giving by the Alliance. The Bilgewater tycoon who joined the Horde is not a charity, providing everything to the Horde for free.

As for the Bilgewater Cartel, they want to develop flying warships, upgrade the infantry's light weapons, and even revolutionize artillery... This is absolutely unrealistic. Thrall is also afraid that if he pushes Gast too hard, the cunning goblin trade prince will run away, which will be a bigger loss for the Horde.

Well, the Horde can only serve as infantry now, with some magical support at best. High-tech warfare can only be left to the Alliance.

After all, the Alliance is now honest.

Those guys wallowing in the mud and the tangled ropes are real treasures!

How to catch?

The lasso that the Alliance gave to the Horde is a great artifact.

the Horde's wolf cavalry used casting nets against enemies that could not fly high, but it was not so troublesome to deal with these ridiculous opponents. Each one seemed to be possessed by a Western cowboy from Earth. They would just lasso them and pull them out under the pull of the war wolf.

No matter whether you struggle or not, once the lasso is put on you, the evil orc will be pulled out in a weird posture just like the prelude to being torn apart by five horses.

Anyway, the evil orcs have thicker skin and flesh, so they may not die even if they are strangled by a collar for a long time.

Whenever they succeeded in pulling out a hapless guy, a group of malicious infantrymen would directly use sticks as thick as their thighs to educate these crazy compatriots (physically).

The unconscious evil orcs, who were beaten with bruises all over their heads and even had several teeth knocked out, were dragged to the back and handed over to the orc laborers to be tied up with special ropes given by the Alliance. They were tied up like dumplings and thrown into the open space.

That's not an ordinary hemp rope, considering the immense strength of the evil beastmen. Those ropes are mixed with steel wire, plus special steel handcuffs, unless you have the strength of a tauren, and you tie them up too badly, you can't escape.

The evil orcs outside the swamp were quickly dealt with.

The orc laborers ran up and threw thick logs into the swamp to serve as stepping stones for the wolf riders. The war wolves jumped happily and nimbly on the wooden steps, continuing to drag the evil orcs out from the depths of the swamp and knock them unconscious.

Looking at this ridiculous scene of a few thousand people fighting off more than a hundred thousand, Thrall and Orgrim stood in the distance on their mounts, both of them with extremely strange expressions.

"It's terrifying. Duke actually calculated that the newly filled lake would turn into a swamp again if it wasn't irrigated by heavy rain. He could even summon such a large-scale rain with his mortal power, and that kind of anti-aircraft artillery..." Thrall sighed.

"He is still a genuine demigod." Orgrim reminded in a muffled voice.

At this time, a messenger came to inform Thrall: "the Alliance has sent people here."

"who?"

"A man who calls himself Mark Dooku, with a squad of dwarven chamber guards and a... draenei woman."

The dwarven secret room guards are known for their bravery and loyalty, and have always been directly under the Bronzebeard Dwarf royal family. This envoy cannot be a fake.

But what's the point of sending a Draenei here?

Orgrim's brows were twisted so hard that water could come out of them.

To be honest, Orgrim also participated in the war between orcs and draenei more than 20 years ago. Not to mention the distant past, even last year, we have heard of conflicts between draenei and other normal orc clans.

Orgrim was very unhappy about the Draenei clinging to the Alliance, which was an extremely strong supporter.

the Alliance and the city of Shattrath exchanged glances, and envoys from both sides frequently discussed the details of joining the Alliance. The Horde also knew about it, and it was basically just a matter of making the final announcement.

Just as the Alliance eventually allowed the Forsaken and the goblins to join the Horde, the Horde has no right to blame the Alliance for this.

Thrall nodded.

Then, among a group of giants who were often two and a half meters tall, walked a team of guys whose average height was less than one meter sixty.

"Mark, I'm afraid..."

Among the countless Draenei rumors, the Horde orcs are the most terrifying and the most vicious. Rumors about orcs eating people have never ceased.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding. Although orcs have evolved sharp fangs in the past tens of thousands of years in order to bite strong prey, they only target low-level prey. Orcs do not eat humans.

Just like taurens and cows, they are not the same race.

But on the battlefield, the extremely violent evil orcs, after losing their weapons, would often pounce on the Draenei, smashing with their fists, digging with their claws, and even biting off their throats with their fang-filled mouths.

This left a serious psychological trauma on the Draenei towards the orcs.

Even though Duke repeatedly emphasized that these were the new tribes and new orcs without the aftereffects of demon blood, Yrel was still afraid!

Even though there was a team of dwarf chamber guards wearing armor weighing over 100 kilograms around her, unfortunately they were too short and still exposed her to the sight of those muscular green giants wearing heavy black iron armor.

It's a terrible feeling to be looked down upon by your old enemy.

The hoof couldn't help but tightly grasp the sleeve of Lord Mark Dooku, oh no, almost the whole body was stuck to him from behind.

Well, although it felt pretty good to be pushed up by the Draenei Jungfrau, Duke tried to calm himself down.

That's a hoof!

Blue-skinned Draenei with reverse-jointed hooves!

How could I possibly react to a guy like that?

No——I'm not Du Wu!

I am a gentleman with integrity and morals in the new era, oh, a demigod!

However, Duke is used to big scenes.

Seeing Thrall and Orgrim, Duke gently pinched Hoof's arm with his backhand to make her let go.

"Ah!" Irel let go as if she had been electrocuted, but she was still very close to Duke. There was no other way, because Thrall's giant guards, who were more than two and a half meters tall, put too much pressure on her.

Duke controlled Mark and smiled: "Good morning, dear chief. I am Mark Dooku, and I bring greetings from Lord Edmund Duke, the commander of the Alliance."

"Good morning, Master Mark. Please give my regards to your commander."

"I also know that the Warchief is very busy, so I would like to ask on behalf of the Alliance whether the Warchief is interested in trying a new method to relieve the addiction to demon blood?"

Thrall and Orgrim's ears pricked up instantly.

Thrall was initially puzzled by Mark's arrival.

the Alliance sent a Moon-level wizard to discuss such important matters with him, a tribal chief, in an equal tone.

Is it suitable?

Not suitable!

In a sense, this is already a humiliation to the Horde.

But after two sentences, Thrall tilted his head slightly and exchanged glances with Orgrim. They saw the shock in each other's eyes, and then they both secretly nodded at the same time.

There was no other reason. Although it was just two sentences, the tone, rhythm and expression of the voice made a thought pop up in their minds at the first moment - could this guy be Duke himself?

The person who knows a person best in this world is often his enemy.

Orgrim has been dealing with Duke for more than twenty years, and Thrall has known Duke for eight years. How could he not be familiar with Duke's characteristics?

There is no shortage of brave people in this world who are willing to look at the two great chiefs of the Horde while surrounded by a group of ferocious and strong orcs.

Those guys are often the paladins with the strongest will in the Alliance, such as the Five Silver Saints.

However, he spoke with ease, always in a tone that he had the upper hand over the Horde, but the Horde had no choice but to submit to him, because there was only one such person in the world.

Even though the appearance was different, the vaguely familiar facial features still gave Thrall a chill.

"You're Duke..." Thrall was interrupted before he could finish his question.

"I am Lord Edmund's plenipotentiary representative." Duke said firmly.

No way!

Thrall is indeed smart, but the problem is that orcs have never had the talent to be the best actor. He and Orgrim have a message written all over their faces - you must be Edmund Duke's son!

That's right! It's been more than 20 years since I first knew Duke. If that womanizing guy didn't have an illegitimate child, even the orcs wouldn't believe it.

You are Duke's illegitimate son, right?

Kul Tirans?

It seems like the right age.

Oh, could it be that Jaina gave birth to the child secretly when she was at Edmund' house?

Our great Horde spies investigated Jaina's origins when they were exploring Theramore.

alright.

One alive, one dead.

The two great chiefs looked at Mark Dooku as if he were a bastard, which made Duke extremely embarrassed!

Do you think every Dooku name is a bastard name?

I'm not Jon Snow from Game of Thrones! ?

"Hahahaha! Beastly Duke, you've gone too far this time, haven't you?" A certain evil head maid named Vanessa, who was delivering food to Duke Karazhan's room, laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes, and she slammed the table desperately.

Duke himself also looked like he was eating a fly.

Damn it, I can't leave Azeroth and am forced to play a small account. Thrall, do you think you are my child?

Shit! After that biu~biu~biu, my cub is still brewing in the Windrunner sisters' stomachs.

Well, now I can't wash myself clean even if I jump into the river.

But Duke couldn't refute it.

Duke could only ask the two chieftains patiently, with veins bulging and smoke rising from his forehead, "the Horde can't handle so many demonized tribesmen, right?"

Since it was a matter of fellow countrymen and serious business, Thrall immediately put away his gossipy spirit and became serious.

"This is indeed a serious problem. Does the Alliance have any good suggestions?"

The evil orcs that were captured earlier were indeed taken to the rear and were well taken care of.

That was only when there were few prisoners.

The priest's holy light and the shaman's natural magic can indeed speed up the removal of the remaining demon blood from the evil orcs, but the Alliance and the Horde's few healers are definitely not enough to deal with more than 100,000 evil orcs.

It takes too long for nature to eliminate the effects of demon blood.

Thrall's childhood imprisonment and slavery made him absolutely aware of how terrible the aftereffects of demon blood are.

Even a determined hero of the Horde like Grom often woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night and let out a roar like a beast.

If you don't kill, then every time you have to use an almost self-abuse method to suppress the urge to destroy and fight in your heart.

More than a decade ago, almost every prison in Lordaeron that held orcs had to use iron bars as thick as bowls and hard bricks for building walls. Because in every cell, just seeing the orcs in a violent state scratching the walls with scratches that were generally more than two centimeters deep was enough to scare any normal person.

And to accommodate more than a hundred thousand evil orcs... just thinking about the manpower and resources required is enough to make Thrall collapse.

Before the evil orcs are completely transformed back into normal orcs, they are typical burdens.

But Thrall simply couldn't give up his compatriots.

Now that Mark Dooku has appeared, he has really solved the urgent problem of the entire tribe.

At this time, Duke smiled and pulled out Iriel who was hiding behind him.

Ti Zi refused this somewhat inexplicable move.

She held on to Sir Mark's back tightly, refusing to be pushed to the front.

Unfortunately, this seemingly weak human wizard actually possessed arm strength far superior to hers, so, with a pale face, he was pushed to the front as if he was about to die heroically.

Seeing her terrified face, which looked like the words "Don't eat me" were almost written on her forehead, Thrall also smiled bitterly.

"Warchief, the Alliance now solemnly recommends to you the holy water from Shattrath City."

"Holy water?" Thrall and Orgrim were stunned.

"That's right, holy water! The holy light of the Alliance Paladins is the most effective way to deal with demons. Since the evil orcs mutated because they drank the demon blood of the Abyss Lord, holy water is the most effective antidote."

Using light to fight darkness is a very reliable choice.

It's just so embarrassing!

Back then, the orcs almost killed the Draenei and wiped them out, but they didn't expect the situation to change and this time they actually asked for it. It feels so uncomfortable to swallow a fly alive!

"Isn't the holy water from Stratholme okay?" Orgrim proposed an alternative plan as if to change the subject.

"Well, the essence of Holy Light is a pure, kind spiritual energy. As a derivative of its divine will, Stratholme Holy Water will naturally dissipate. The farther away from the holy city, the longer it is left, and the lower its effectiveness will be... and the production capacity of Stratholme Holy Water is far from enough to supply more than 100,000 evil orcs."

Duke's subtext is: You tribe should accept your fate, there will be no good results if you seek far away instead of near.

Orgrim felt as if something was blocking his chest, and it was very uncomfortable.

At this time, Duke added a heavy weight to the Horde's scale of gains and losses.

"The Alliance has conducted tests and found that if a demon orc can get enough holy water of the right concentration and have a good diet, he will generally recover and become a normal orc within one to three months and stop his crazy addiction to demon blood. It just so happens that there is a purest holy light creature in the universe in Shattrath City right now - the Naaru!"

Duke spread his hands and put all the pressure on Thrall.

To choose between a decade-long horrible burden or a quick few months of gaining a group of loyal and powerful new blood to replenish the Horde's losses, anyone with a normal brain would know what to choose.

I've pointed out a clear path for you now. It's up to you whether you take it or not.

Thrall was very smart. He immediately understood the subtext of Mark's words: "What price will the Horde have to pay?"

Duke smiled. "For the past 25,000 years, the Draenei have been hunted by the Burning Legion. They have witnessed the most brutal genocide and the most shameless betrayal. The Old Horde is not the first to raise the butcher knife against the Draenei, and it is likely that it will not be the last. Of course, the most basic attitude must be maintained. The Draenei leader Velen has only one request."

"Speak!" Thrall stared at Duke with sharp eyes.

"His request is that you take no less than 5,000 men with you and admit in front of the Draenei outside Shattrath that it was a mistake for the Horde to attack and massacre the Draenei under Kil'jaeden's instigation."

As soon as this request was made, not only Thrall himself, but even the guards around him began to murmur in a commotion.

"snort!"

"How dare the Alliance?"

"Just because of those blue skins who are eyeing our land!?"

The orcs' low voices were no different from muffled thunder.

At this moment, somewhat unexpectedly, Irel stood up.

"Hmph! Is this the orcs' Aegwynnnimity? Don't you even have the courage to admit that you were bewitched by the demon commander Kil'jaeden? Since this war itself is a mistake, as long as you admit your mistake, we Draenei are willing to fight alongside you against the Burning Legion!"

She is obviously a delicate woman!

Obviously, I was scared to the extreme!

The orcs around her could tear her into pieces with just a flick of their fingers.

Yrel still chose to speak as a Draenei and voiced the Draenei's character.

Thrall and Orgrim were deeply moved!

The guards were silent.

Orgrim pressed Thrall's shoulder and took a step forward: "I am the second Warchief of the Horde. I also participated in the attack on Shattrath City. I killed thirty-eight Draenei garrison officers and became the deputy of the first Warchief Blackhand. Let me go!"

Yrel was suddenly stunned by Orgrim's aura.

After all, she was just a fledgling apprentice at the Karabor Temple. Lacking political wisdom and experience, she did not understand the difference between an apology from a former warchief and an apology from a current warchief.

She instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

What Orgrim did was truly great.

From another perspective, in Draenor, the Draenei are the invaders. Without the friction between the Draenei and the orc clans, there would be no resentment. In fact, the oracle that "the Draenei will be the destroyer of orcs" thrown out by Ner'zhul, who was bewitched by Kil'jaeden, was just the fuse.

At this time, the new tribe is in great need of population, especially the orcs who are the core of the Horde. If it fails to save its compatriots, it will greatly undermine Thrall's prestige.

On the other hand, the orcs never forgot their hatred.

There are also young and hard-line factions among the orcs, who advocate killing humans, destroying the Alliance, and seizing everything from the Alliance.

At a time when the orcs were suffering, this argument was actually quite popular, but it was always suppressed by Thrall.

If Thrall apologized as the chieftain, it would certainly be more harmonious with the Alliance in diplomacy, but internally, doing so would undoubtedly offend the hardliners to death.

This move of Orgrim can be said to be sophisticated and also a very compromising approach.

only...

Thrall shook his head, a resolute expression on his rugged face.

"Thank you, Orgrim! However, I am an orc. While I have inherited the glory of my ancestors, I must also bear the mistakes of my ancestors. I have always believed that there is nothing wrong with the survival battle between the Draenei and the orcs. The only mistake is the addition of the demonic factor. Since it is a mistake, then as the chieftain, I have the obligation to correct it. And if my compatriots can suffer less, what is the stigma I have?"

At this point, Thrall said to Duke: "Sir Mark, please tell His Excellency Commander Edmund Duke that after settling my more than 100,000 compatriots, I will go to Shattrath City."

Thrall's words made his personal guards stand in awe. They all knocked their left chests with their right fists. The dull "bang" sound was their highest respect for the Warchief from the bottom of their hearts.

Duke controlled Mark to bow deeply, and at the same time pressed the helpless hoof, asking her to bow as well: "Praise your courage and wisdom!"

"Thank you very much." Hoof hurriedly followed.

Thrall looked at Duke, as if he could see through this shell and see Duke in Karazhan beyond the endless time: "I would like to trouble the Alliance to spend more time to allocate the supplies needed for the hundreds of thousands of fel orc captives as soon as possible. In order to save their compatriots, the orcs will never be stingy with their own belongings."

"As you wish, I will tell His Excellency the Commander."

When I left the Horde, my hooves...actually felt weak.

"Scared...scared me to death...orcs are really scary."

Duke held onto his staggering hooves and smiled: "You are so brave, it seems you have the potential to become a heroine!"

"Female hero? Me? Forget it, I'm just an apprentice of Karabor." Yrel seemed to be extremely embarrassed and kept patting his chest.

Duke smiled and encouraged Hoof: "When faced with danger, many people would choose to be a coward for a lifetime rather than a hero for a second."

"Yes, Prophet Velen does want the Horde to apologize, but I haven't heard of any holy water supply."

"Ah! That's just a small matter."

After leaving the final task to Brian, Duke returned to Shattrath City with his hooves.

After listening to the report, Velen first thanked Duke: "Thank you very much for everything the Alliance has done for the Draenei. In this way, although our deceased compatriots cannot come back, they can at least rest in peace."

Velen changed the subject, looking embarrassed: "However, speaking of holy water, even the Naaru can't produce 100,000 servings of holy water without limit, right?"

Apparently Velen was in a dilemma, because Duke agreed to provide the holy water needed by hundreds of thousands of orcs in the Horde without consulting him. Where did the Draenei get so much holy water?

Duke rolled his eyes. "Come on, the evil orcs are almost half-demons. Instead of asking them to drink highly purified holy water, why not let our Tirion give them a shot of Ashbringer? Just dilute it."

"dilution?"

I have to say that the Draenei who believe in the Holy Light are naive and know nothing about economics, fraud, and so on.

"Mind if I throw a bucket of water at Naru?"

It was a strange request, but Naru agreed.

Duke poured a basin of water on Naaru, and this holy light creature, which was suspended in the air and composed of many materialized spiritual power fragments, instantly became a drowned rat.

If Duke did this without the permission of the Naaru, it would be strange if the surrounding Draenei guards did not go crazy. Because in front of the extremely sacred Naaru, any blasphemous behavior is not allowed.

Unfortunately, on the one hand, Duke had obtained the permission of the Naaru, and on the other hand, they also wanted to see how the diluted holy water Duke mentioned was diluted.

Naru was splashed with water.

"Yrel, catch it in the basin."

"Okay." Iriel happily went to get the holy water.

The Draenei looked at Yrel in worship with great enthusiasm, and used empty basins to catch the golden drops of water flowing from the Naaru's body.

Irel only took a small basin, and Duke said, "That's enough."

"Ah? Is that enough?" Irel was surprised.

Is that enough?

Every Draenei has doubts.

Who would have thought that just as everyone was watching Duke put a small spoon into the basin of water, thinking that Duke was going to determine the concentration, Duke said, "Come on, pour this spoon into the reservoir outside the hall. After dilution, it will be the holy water the orcs need."

"Puff!" All the Draenei people burst into laughter.

How big is that pool outside?

According to a certain time traveler's standard, it is larger than a standard swimming pool of 50 meters by 25 meters.

The Draenei used it to collect rainwater, filter it, and give it to the citizens to drink.

Hey, hey! Won't the orcs complain if the water is diluted this way?

Duke said with sympathy: "There is too much demon blood in the bodies of those evil beastmen. If we suddenly give them high-purity holy water, it would be like feeding them poison. This greatly diluted holy water is just right."

What Duke said made a lot of sense. The Draenei people nodded one after another and praised the Alliance leaders for their thoughtful consideration.

If it weren't for Duke's secret instructions in Karazhan, even Jaina and Vanessa would have regarded Duke as a saint.

"It doesn't matter if it's diluted to one thousandth, as long as it can heal faster than the orcs naturally. Listen carefully, we can fake the content and write it as one percent, but the packaging can't be bad. Didn't you Kul Tiras have hundreds of thousands of fist-sized glass bottles that were unsold last time? Use that stuff to package it! And then make a big profit from the Horde. You can discuss the details."

Jaina chuckled: "What if Thrall has any objections?"

Duke said confidently: "Any opinions? He is saving his compatriots!"

"What if that happens?"

Duke remembered a very famous advertising slogan before the time travel, and decisively changed it: "Then tell him that we don't sell holy water, we are just the porters of holy light!"

Wow, such high-end and classy lines.

the Alliance and the Horde are working together. This time, they might have to squeeze out all the minerals of the Horde.

What Duke is doing now is not only cooperation, but also not forgetting to complete the industrial revolution of the Alliance.

Scientific and technological and industrial progress require primitive accumulation.

After all, the Alliance and the Horde do not share the same purse, so of course they have to settle the accounts clearly.

Where does the armor come from?

Where does the steel for Cannons come from?

Where does the steel plate for the tank come from?

They are all fucking mines.

the Alliance has monopolized almost all the mines in Azeroth in disguise, so can the Horde follow the same path as the Alliance?

Of course not!

This is Duke taking the Alliance's path, leaving the Horde with no other options.

If Thrall stays in power longer in this life and the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde is harmonious, Duke wouldn't mind giving the Horde a share of soup, or even a little meat. What if it's the same as in the previous life?

In any case, Thrall is about to step into Nagrand, and it seems that he will soon complete his career evolution from a simple warrior to an elemental shaman.

It depends on whether his brain has been messed up by the shaman's natural way.

In January of the 24th year after the Dark Portal, the Horde's fortress Thrallmar in Hellfire Peninsula had to change its use right after it was built. The final count of 120,000 evil orcs turned Thrallmar into a huge refugee camp.

Because a lot of manpower and resources were spent on taking care of these frantic compatriots, the advance of the Horde's front line almost came to a standstill.

At this time, the main force of the Alliance led by Varian had to withstand the counterattack from Shadowmoon Valley in Windrunner Fortress southeast of Terokkar Forest.

There is still no news about Illidan.

However, a huge monster that should have only appeared at the gate of the Black Temple appeared at the junction of Shadowmoon Valley and Terokkar Forest - Doomwalker.

This thing is also a product of black technology.

In appearance, it is similar to the magic mecha in Hellfire Peninsula.

But this mecha boss, the crystallization of Eredar's black technology, is much more awesome.

It's not that the Alliance didn't try hard, but Dandan has Gundam.

That's what I'm talking about.

It is over ten stories high and appears to be powered by steam but is actually a mechanical giant driven by evil energy. Every move of its hands or feet can cause an earthquake.

The huge force, which is often measured in tons, can be used to crush any Alliance or Horde hero.

A weak warrior professional will be killed in seconds.

Not to mention the armor made of an unknown alloy.

the Alliance once transferred the Black Pearl over, but even with the largest caliber artillery on the Black Pearl, one shot only left a faint white mark on its breastplate.

Only the highest-level epic weapons at this stage, or attacks from mages above the Archmage level, can damage this thing.

I don't know who is controlling it, but the Doomwalker is a hundred times more cunning than before. It doesn't attack the Windrunner Fortress, but rampages through the southeast of Terokkar Forest, desperately destroying the Alliance's supply troops. It kicks a tank or a dozen transport bugs.

Varian was driven mad with rage.

At the same time, Vashj did something that made the Alliance extremely upset - she found a secret passage from Zangarmarsh into Terokkar Forest.

Duke didn't know what secret passage that was.

Maybe it's an existing waterway, or maybe it's an underground river or something.

Anyway, from late December to early January, for a full twenty days, the Alliance's supplies were interrupted eleven times by the sudden appearance of Naga troops.

Because the Alliance now has integrated air-ground transportation, even the transport team has airships patrolling and protecting them, moving during the day and stopping at night, so the actual loss of life is not great. Most of the dead are bugs used for transportation.

But delaying the supply means victory!

With tens of thousands of mouths to feed in Shattrath City and blocked roads, the loss of supplies alone is an astronomical figure.

"No! Vashj must be dealt with first!"