Chapter 971 - Trouble

It's clear that the Horde will have to pay the price for its carelessness.

The current situation is like an endless loop:

the Horde lacked food, and hunting alone could not meet the needs of the rapidly increasing orc population. the Alliance was not a charity, and if you wanted to ask the Alliance for food, you had to exchange it with ore. Traditional Draenor orcs also hated the act of doing productive work. Not only did they refuse to be miners, but even the clans resisted handing over their hard work to the Horde and taking them to the mines.

When there was no food, the major clans did what was traditionally done—that is, they went to rob other families.

If there is no nearby clan, they will go to where there is food like locusts. In the Horde-controlled area of ​​Kalimdor, the most fertile land is Thunder Bluff with its green grass.

Many hungry orc clans ignored Thrall's ban and reached out to the tauren's kodo herd. In their eyes, this huge beast was the prey worthy of the tribal warriors.

Cairne Bloodhoof went to Thrall every other day to complain, and Thrall repeatedly forbade the orcs to attack the tauren's territory, but poaching was still very serious. Not only poaching, but also private fighting happened every day.

The orcs, ogres, and even the gronn under Gruul from Draenor all came to Thunder Bluff to eat the big food.

This made Cain crazy, and he was about to announce that the Tauren had withdrawn from the Horde.

In the end, Thrall had no choice but to let Varok Saurfang lead the chief's personal guards to patrol the border of Thunder Bluff and publicly execute any poachers caught. Only then was the situation barely suppressed.

Unfortunately, Thunder Bluff is the shortest and most convenient passage from the Horde to Desolace, and as long as the Tauren stay in the Horde, there is no reason to deny the orcs from passing through their territory. The Tauren keep an eye on every orc passing through the avenue like a thief.

This further exacerbated the conflicts within the Horde.

Now, seeing the report that the Scourge is likely to sweep across Azeroth again, Thrall, who was inspecting at the crossroads in the Barrens, felt deeply frustrated after reading the report: "Am I wrong? I have spent more than half a year, and I still can't let my people live a stable life..."

The eyes that were always so determined began to have a look of confusion.

Vol'jin didn't know how to persuade Thrall, so he could only pat Thrall on the shoulder and said, "No, Warchief, you have done a good job. No one in the Horde can do better than you."

In fact, this is also because of Thrall's madness.

Transforming from a nomadic nation to an agricultural nation is not an easy task, even in Duke's China, and it is not an easy task that can be accomplished overnight.

Historically, the Han people have assimilated with many nomadic peoples, but that often requires the efforts of several generations, constant changes in their customs, and the provision of better living conditions and job opportunities, before the transformation can be slowly completed.

Originally, the best way to divert internal conflicts was war.

Unfortunately, the Alliance would never give the Horde this opportunity. The absolute power gap was known not only to the orcs that Thrall brought over from the Eastern Kingdoms, but also to the orcs that migrated from Draenor.

When the Alliance was transporting the orcs, under Duke's secret guidance, they never hesitated to show off the Alliance's muscles - disciplined soldiers, earth-shaking artillery, rumbling tanks, and huge battleships.

Even though the targets of each cleaning were scattered demons or crazy evil orcs, it was enough to leave the deepest impression on anyone in the Horde who had seen this scene.

To be honest, Thrall felt it was a bit of a miracle. Almost every night when he lay down, he wondered if the Alliance would have turned around and destroyed the Horde without the oppression of foreign enemies...

However, Thrall could not think too much at this time. He would never forget how he led the newly freed tribe to fight against the Scourge in the south of Dalaran ten years ago.

Even though the Horde now has a branch called the Forsaken, the Forsaken, who are not too extreme, cannot be compared with the Scourge, which spreads death wantonly.

"Alas!" Thrall sighed deeply. "Vol'jin! Send a message to the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan to assemble, and select warriors from the Horde who are suitable for the severe cold climate. We have to accept Duke's previous plan to march to Northrend even if we don't want to."

"Who will lead the army?" Vol'jin's question was not actually a question, but a reminder to Thrall.

Now that the atmosphere in the Horde is so tense, most of the other races are unwilling to go on expeditions. No one wants to go out and have their home confiscated by their own people.

Especially the Tauren.

the Alliance requested coordinated combat, most likely infantry. Without the Tauren, the only close combat options were the Orcs.

There was an inextricable sorrow in Thrall's eyes. Just when he was a little hesitant, a young and strong figure came into his sight.

It was a burly young orc.

Unlike traditional Draenor orcs, he is more disciplined, but he also believes in the honor and firm ideals that his father espoused.

And his character determines that he will be a brave fighter until the last moment.

"Let Dranosh go, what do you think?"

Dranosh is Dranosh Saurfang, also known as Little Saurfang.

He is the young son of Varok Saurfang and the nephew of Brox Saurfang, the great hero of the Horde.

Whether in terms of bloodline, status, or combat achievements, they are all leaders of the younger generation.

only...

"Will the Alliance think we're not being nice enough?" Vol'jin reminded Thrall cautiously.

Thrall smiled bitterly: "Can I leave in this situation? Can Varok leave? Or should you go?"

The leaders of the Horde were all unable to leave. Now the Horde was like a powder keg, ready to explode. If Thrall wasn't here, the Horde would be destroyed in a matter of minutes without the Lich King attacking.

As the first advisor under Thrall, Vol'jin is not only the leader of the trolls, but also a mediator. He is responsible for many matters that the Warchief is not convenient to handle.

Cairne was nervous and of course he wouldn't go out.

Anasterian has something to hide and will not appear before the Alliance.

And will Gallywix of the Bilgewater Cartel... this ruthless and cunning trade prince be willing to fight for the Horde?

There is no other choice but to pick the tallest one among the short ones.

Thrall was both comforting himself and telling Vol'jin: "The Alliance has many talented people, and the Horde must also cultivate its own talents. Otherwise, we will fall further behind. Sometimes, we can only let go and let the younger generation have a try."

In fact, Thrall is also very young, he is now 25 years old. However, Thrall debuted early and became the founder of the new tribe ten years ago, so he has become more experienced.

He said this, and Vol'jin couldn't refute it. He said cautiously: "Edmund Duke's personal integrity is still very good. At least he has never broken his promises, and he has never deliberately harmed the Horde."

"We can only hope that everything goes well." Thrall sighed.

On the Alliance side, Duke, who was in his study in Karazhan, felt a dull pain in his balls when he heard that Thrall was actually planning to send little Saurfang over.

Damn, is the Gate of Retribution in history really going to happen again?

You know the answer if you think about it - only idiots would do that.

Historically, it was the Alliance and Horde armies led by Duke Bolvar Fordragon, the regent of Stormwind, and the young Saurfang who fought side by side and approached the Gate of Wrath.

Then the Lich King Arthas, who was thought to be in charge of Icecrown Citadel, appeared.

When he suddenly saw the opposing boss, how could little Saurfang, who had the word "brave" carved on his chest, be afraid?

Just do it!

He wanted to kill Arthas with one axe.

As a result, he failed to defeat the enemy and was instead beaten up. The idiot used Frostmourne to kill little Saurfang cleanly and neatly.

When the war was about to break out, the coalition forces were framed by the dreadlord Varimathras - the Grand Apothecary Putress of the Royal Apothecary Association of Undercity betrayed them. This old villain used a new plague to kill all the undead of the Gate of Wrath, the Alliance, and the Horde.

Duke Bolvar was dying, and the Lich King Arthas was seriously injured and retreated.

The Red Dragon Queen who rushed to the scene found that the poison had spread seriously. If it was not quelled, the whole of Northrend would become a world of death. You know, the Wyrmrest Temple is also in Northrend!

Alexstrasza directly ordered the red Dragonflight to set fire, burning the entire battlefield with powerful and fiery dragon breath to suppress the spread of the plague.

To be honest, in the original history of the battle at the Wrathgate, it can be said that the Scourge, the Alliance, the Horde, and even Sylvanas were all losers.

It's like four people playing mahjong, everyone loses, but in the end the mahjong table wins money.

In this life, the situation is very different from that in history.

Duke couldn't sacrifice any of the Alliance's top brass just to pit a little Saurfang who only knew one word: "reckless". Besides, if they really had to go to war, so many veteran leaders of the Alliance had survived by defying fate. When would it be Bolvar's turn to fight?

Bolvar has no record of any kind so far. He is just a lookout for Varian.

Duke would be even more reluctant if Varian had to lead the team to accompany little Saurfang to send him off.

"But will Anasterian cause trouble?" Duke seemed to be talking to himself, but there were two other people in the room!

"No doubt about it."

"I'm sure."

The two voices spoke almost at the same time, and then they looked at each other, ending with Queen Sarolas lowering her head and avoiding the gaze. Vashj, who was wearing a white lace maid uniform, raised her chin slightly, seeming a little proud.

Duke held his chin, he knew that Vashj was pretending: a former palace maid, she had fought secretly with other maids in the palace for a thousand years, and then fought openly and secretly in the dark underwater world for ten thousand years. Her skills in palace fighting were no worse than those of the Eredar twins.

If Duke had not secretly kept a trick up his sleeve before Vashj turned into a naga, inadvertently making himself her only beacon of hope and training her to become the fanatical and loyal Vashj she is today, Duke would not have been sure of how to control such a powerful demigod with a changeable personality.

Besides, Duke didn't trust the Eredar Twins.

It is indeed more appropriate to have Vashj suppress the two of them.

"Sarolash, I want you to keep an eye on the bones of the Horde."

Sarolas understood immediately: "I will focus on the guys other than Anasterian."

Rarely, Duke and Sarolas smiled at each other.

It's good to have a smart subordinate. As a female demon who has personally come into contact with the Sun King, her grasp of human nature can be said to be extremely accurate.

Since the Sun King refused to jump out and shout "Welcome to the Royal Army" when Kil'jaeden descended, he would definitely not dare to personally take part in such a small matter as causing trouble in Northrend.

Now he has a very advantageous position, that is, he persuaded several dreadlords to rebel against the Lich King. Later, these dreadlords followed him to join the Horde. According to him, these guys are like demon pets enslaved by warlocks... well-behaved.

This is bullshit!

Even Duke didn't dare to say that he could completely control the Eredar Twins. How could Anasterian, a mere Dawn, dare to say that he could control a few Dreadlords who were at least low-level Void Lords?

He is already on Kil'jaeden's side, so it makes sense for him to collude with the dreadlord. If anything happens, the worst that can happen is that he can push the dreadlord out to take the blame.

It doesn't matter if Thrall doesn't trust him anymore. the Horde is seriously lacking in magic professionals, and relying on the Horde's second-rate warlocks is not enough. As long as he is still valuable, Thrall will not clean him and his Forsaken men casually.

Having Sarolas monitor the Forsaken is like fighting fire with fire.

The only thing that made Duke a little unsure was Arthas' next move. Arthas, who had become the Lich King, was a very arrogant guy. Duke had slapped him in the face, cut off his hand once, chopped off his waist once, and even stole Jaina. With Arthas' temper, he would never swallow this.

Now, the spreading of the natural plague came as expected. However, in front of Saloras' means, those weaklings of the Curse Cult soon confessed how many times his former boss had been to the brothel.

Moreover, the Alliance has recently implemented the most stringent quarantine system. Any food sold in excess of 100 kilograms must be personally inspected by the clergy before it can be circulated on the market, and the quarantine is carried out once a day.

The Scourge's move... had pitted the Horde, leaving the Alliance unscathed. the Alliance also gained some reputation along the way. When the Paladins took the Cult of the Damned followers and burned the food that had been rotten by the plague outside the major cities, the public's calls for a fight reached a peak.

This level of conspiracy is at most harassment.

Originally in history, Naxxramas came to the territories of the Alliance and the Horde, announcing the return of the Lich King with death and destruction. Now there is no place for Ershazi in Naxxramas. Duke has put so much effort into the flying fortress that this fortress is no less than Duke's own mage tower.

Unless one is a complete idiot, he would think of storming Naxxramas. Otherwise, the right thing to do is to avoid a flying fortress directly governed by a demigod.

Of course, Duke couldn't use Naxxramas to fight Icecrown Citadel. Naxxramas was useful, but it had a fatal flaw - it was not on any source of magic. Although the characteristics of the titan creation allowed it to float in the air with only a small amount of energy.

To keep it suspended in the air, it ultimately depends on Duke's magic net to support it with magic power.

Icecrown Citadel is located at the entrance of the largest elemental passage between the frost elemental realm and Azeroth.

It is clear who is strong and who is weak.

At this time, Vashj swayed her waist, walked over, gently pinched Duke's shoulders, and reminded Duke: "As a man, you always have to save face..."

Duke's heart skipped a beat.

Vashj's reminder was indeed useful.

the Alliance's territory is now too large, and if they want to bully the Horde, the Alliance's military strength is definitely enough. To defend against the Lich King who stands at the top of the demigod level, the Alliance's current defense is not enough.

Arthas came personally to tear down the houses, not to mention the small towns, most of the capital cities would be no match for them except Dalaran, which is a combination of offense and defense.

Excluding Duke's Karazhan, at most Nethergarde and the double fortress combination of the under-construction Valiant Fortress and Naxxramas can hold up.

Wherever Arthas appears, frost elements will occupy the entire airspace. Unless Duke takes action personally, no one can teleport there.

The powerful demigod cannot just move at will. After killing Kil'jaeden with his ultimate move, Elune has already given the order, asking Duke to be as slow as possible when he attacks.

The great power used by the true gods and demigods of Azeroth is, after all, the energy of the planet Azeroth. If it is abused excessively, it will harm the vitality of the planet Azeroth.

The last time C'Thun was killed, the planet was already badly damaged and was in the recovery period, and could no longer withstand any more turmoil.

have to!

Duke couldn't just attack casually, and Arthas didn't dare to leave Northrend casually. Without the geographical advantage of the icy continent, would Arthas dare to fight Duke with a 50-50 advantage?

This raises a big question mark.

The other side has many powerful people who can come out to cause trouble, but there are only a few of them who have the deterrent power of nuclear strike level.

Vashj's reminder is very good. Since it is impossible to predict the enemy's attack target, just take advantage of the enemy's weaknesses and force the enemy to attack the designated target.

Duke tilted his head and smiled at Vashj.

Vashj understood at that moment and bent down and moved closer to Duke.

Duke had no desire at all. He just touched her smooth face and said softly, "Since I changed your fate easily back then, and you have chosen to follow me now, I swear to let you live a good life."

Vashj smiled lightly, gently held Duke's hand and rubbed it: "Being able to serve the master is my greatest wish..."

She had a positive attitude. She came too late and missed Duke's rise. If a woman cannot enter a man's heart during his difficult times, then her weight in his heart will always be limited.

It's a matter of timing. Once you miss it, you'll never have another chance.

The three Windrunner sisters, Tyrande, Jaina, Ilucia and Calia, the status of these seven in Duke's harem is unshakable.

The only way for Vashj to ensure her position is to be the most caring and helpful person to Duke, at least the first one under the seven harems.

At this point, she had more hope of success.

Duke gathered his thoughts and sent a magical message. Soon the portal on the top of Karazhan opened and Jaina's graceful figure appeared.

Before Jaina entered Duke's study, Vashj politely performed a maid's salute and then withdrew.

"Good day, my ms.." Vashj saluted to Jaina as she left.

"Hello, Celia."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Just the details of the title were enough to complete a friendly exchange between the two. Jaina had not married Duke yet, so calling her His Majesty or ms. Proudmoore would seem too unfamiliar. Calling her "Madam" was a compliment to Jaina and a recognition of her status in Duke's harem.

By calling Vashj Celica, Jaina is acknowledging her special position beside Duke.

The two passed each other, and Jaina entered the room, closed the door, and got straight to the point.

"About Arthas? Another provocation? Will it succeed?" Jaina was very smart and guessed the key immediately.

Jaina had no psychological burden after she had betrayed her childhood sweetheart Arthas in Felwood Forest. She just didn't think Arthas would kneel in the same place twice.

Duke shook his head. "No, what was barely successful back then is now even less likely to succeed after Arthas merged with Ner'zhul's will. He is calmer now."

"Huh? What should we do then?" Jaina walked around Duke's desk very naturally and positioned herself to sit on Duke's lap.

Duke smiled and completed the princess hug posture: "Doesn't Arthas always been obsessed with the fact that he is the Lord of Lordaeron?"

Jaina understood immediately: "Then I will visit Lordaeron?"

Duke smiled evilly and kissed Jaina: "I'll go privately. Let's go together."

The city of Lordaeron was once the only pearl of the Alliance.

With Arthas' murder of his father in 15 years after the Dark Gate, Lordaeron fell and became a city of death. After that, Anasterian briefly occupied it and almost turned it into an undercity, which then became a cancer in the Alliance territory. Fortunately, Duke first raised Calia Menethil, the legitimate heir, when Lordaeron was on the verge of extinction, and later organized the Alliance army to drive away the Sun King, which led to the revival of Lordaeron.

Ten years have passed. The Eastern and Western Plaguelands, where almost the entire land was corrupted, have now been purified thanks to the strong support of Tyrande and Malfurion, and the great efforts of the druids of the Cenarion Circle.

Those that could not be purified were pulled to the Endless Sea by boat and thrown into the giant whirlpool.

Calia discussed with the ministers and changed the names of the Eastern and Western Plaguelands to the Eastern and Western Holy Light Lands. This name is actually quite in line with the current situation.

After all, in the former Eastern Plaguelands, there was the holy city of Stratholme, which changed history and was preserved, and the Light's Hope Chapel.

In the Western Plaguelands, there is the Tomb of Uther to the south of Andorhal, which was destroyed by the Scourge. With the support of Duke and Calia, Tirion Fordring and Gavinrad the Dire, the only two remaining members of the Silver Five, turned Andorhal into the headquarters of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Here, there is a knight order of over 10,000 people stationed permanently; a mechanized corps composed entirely of humans, including 600 tanks of various types and 30 flying battleships; a Dalaran Mage Corps; and more than 1,000 paladins or paladin apprentices.

It is precisely because they have suffered the most severe destruction and corruption that the people of Lordaeron have the most steadfast will of the Holy Light.

In front of the portal to the new city of Lordaeron, the royal knights lined up in neat rows, holding high their gleaming swords, and welcomed the visiting Queen of Kul Tiras with the most orderly military appearance to the sound of drums and music.

"Sister Calia—"

"Sister Jaina—"

The two beautiful queens embraced each other warmly. Unlike the formal greetings between heads of state, their special identities as Duke's concubines made them truly like sisters.

Even the most discerning person would not be able to find even a hint of hypocrisy in them.

The new nobles of Lordaeron looked at them with nothing but pure admiration on their faces.

The Queen is gorgeous!

Beauty fades with time. No matter how beautiful a woman is, her beauty only lasts for ten years.

These two are just immortal and eternally young.

Calia's pure and delicate face still retains a strong girlish charm. Her doll-like face and figure make her look like the most perfect work of art, which can be admired from a distance without being able to desecrate it.

As the elemental aura around Jaina's body became more and more intense, in addition to her intellectual beauty, she now had a layer of psychedelic color, making her even more mysterious.

Moreover, their elegant temperament and noble status naturally attract bachelors from all over the continent.

If a mortal could gain the favor of one of them, or even just be with them for one night, it would be enough for them to brag about it for the rest of their lives.

Unfortunately, such a woman is destined not to be won over by a mortal.

The man they all have in common is Edmund Duke, the great hero of the Alliance, the supreme commander, and one of the few genuine demigods in Azeroth.

If it is impossible to possess, all that is left is admiration and recognition.

Maybe if a minister catches the Queen's eye, she can be granted eternal life, which would be a great hope.

For example, Edwin VanCleef, who was just a stonemason in Stormwind Kingdom. Once upon a time, the nobles of Stormwind Kingdom and even the nobles of the entire Alliance looked down on this lowly thief and stonemason, saying that he was "written as Marquis and read as Tu Bie", and laughed at him for wanting to marry his daughter to a nobleman.

As time goes by, everyone changes their views.

These days, more and more strong people are able to enter the realm of heroes. Gradually, heroes are divided into various levels, the lowest being ordinary heroes, and the higher levels are epic heroes and legendary heroes.

According to the latest classification, Edwin as a father is epic, while his daughter Vanessa is already a legendary hero.

Marrying a daughter to a nobleman is just an ordinary person's idea.

The really awesome thing is that he sent his daughter to work as a maid under Duke!

The Edmund family certainly rose with Duke's advancement.

Didn't you see that even the maids are being upgraded?

When Vanessa was a maid in Edmund's family, she was just a girl with good skills.

Later, the one who wanted to be a maid had been promoted to the Great Astrologer of Grand Magus level (Solarian).

Recently... with Vashj's surrender, everyone suddenly realized that one has to be a demigod to be a maid in Edmund's family.

Countless nobles beat their chests and stamped their feet, regretting to death.

Fortunately, whether it was Lordaeron or Stormwind, the nobles in the entire Alliance had basically been purged once or twice for various reasons. Some of those who have survived to this day are new nobles who rose from the first Dark Gate War, and the rest who came from the old era are mostly new nobles who have accepted the thinking of the new era and transformed.

Everyone also understands that the era when one can get away with anything relying on bloodline is over. Only by shouldering more responsibilities and making more achievements can Azeroth continue to exist and everyone can live a better life.

Moreover, the Alliance has become stronger and stronger under Duke's leadership, and everyone has witnessed it with their own eyes. the Hordes that once seriously threatened the survival of the Alliance have been left far behind. The pie in various fields such as economy, people's livelihood, and military has also become bigger and bigger, and everyone has a bigger share, so no one is dissatisfied.

So although we strive for it, overall we are still in a positive atmosphere.

During the meeting, Jaina felt the friendly gazes from the nobles and said jokingly, "Sister Calia, it seems that you have a pretty good control over the country. I am in trouble. I have to make money all day and build ships so that those guys won't cry."

"Stop making fun of me. You're a wealthy woman from Azeroth. Even I want to rob you of your private money." Calia hooked Jaina's upturned little nose.

"Take it, take it. What's mine is also yours." Jaina hooked her arm around Calia's and teased her as she walked into the palace.

On this day, the meeting between the two beautiful queens became the topic of conversation for all the citizens of Lordaeron after dinner and drinks.

Twenty-five years ago, the continent of Lordaeron still gave people the feeling of being in an extremely backward medieval period.

At a time when magic communication was being promoted on a large scale, the beautiful scene of the Queen's meeting was almost simultaneously transmitted to Lordaeron and the entire Alliance.

This is the alien version of the News Broadcast created by Duke!

Entering the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the two queens entered the bedroom chatting and laughing. After Calia asked the servants to leave, a portal opened in the bedroom that should have been in a space-shielded state, and Duke walked out of the portal with a smile.

"You're here! You've been staying in Karazhan lately and rarely come to see me." Calia pouted and said coquettishly, then came over and offered her red lips.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Duke took the opportunity to taste the lips of this beautiful queen who always kept a pure heart.

Then Duke also hugged Jaina and kissed her.

Favoring one over the other is a big taboo in the harem.

Calia asked: "Arthas...will his men come?"

"Yes! Because he is Arthas!" Duke's answer was more like a tongue twister, but in fact it was a judgment based on Arthas' character.

Arthas was not simply brainwashed into joining the Scourge and then becoming the Lich King. It was Ner'zhul who patiently tempted him step by step, pushing his soul into the abyss and eventually leading to his final fall.

The advantage of doing this is that Arthas will not be like other paladins who were forcibly transformed into death knights, who would immediately rebel and turn their guns against the Scourge as soon as their control was slightly weakened.

The downside is obvious: Arthas retains his previous memories, personality, and way of doing things.

In a sense, after the complete fusion of his soul with Ner'zhul, he gained the advantages of both. For example, Arthas was more courageous than Ner'zhul, and the merged Lich King was no longer a coward. Another example was that Arthas could obtain Ner'zhul's full head of shadow magic, becoming a true magic and martial arts master.

However, even if he combined the advantages of both, such a Lich King still cannot be said to be perfect.

In the final analysis, both of them have too many innate flaws.

Theoretically, if a stronger soul is fused, the effect will be better. Unfortunately, souls are not something that can be fused just by saying so, and a soul that is too weak is not worth merging.

It took Arthas nearly ten years to perfectly fuse with Ner'zhul. No one knew what the result would be or how long it would take to fuse another one.

Besides, Duke won't give them the time!

The Dreadnought Fortress was being built at full speed. Now that the Alliance had time to spare, if Arthas did not fight back, the shameless Duke would not mind building fortresses all the way to the gate of Icecrown Citadel, and then have a fortress-to-fortress battle.

Well, including Naxxramas, there are two fortresses in total against Icecrown Citadel.

In a sense, this was a counterattack that Arthas had to make under the pressure of the general situation.

There is no way out. The situation is in Duke's hands. If Arthas doesn't want to lose even his pants, he has to take a risky move.

However, since he retained his memories and some humanity, this weakness of Arthas was fully exploited by Duke.

Arthas has always claimed that he is the King of Lordaeron and the only legitimate ruler of the kingdom. But now the one wearing the crown of Lordaeron is his beloved sister!

Terenas never really cared about them, only constantly making demands and criticizing him. Whenever he dreamed of his father at midnight, he still didn't think that killing his father was a mistake.

Calia is not like that.

His mother died early, and his sister Calia was his last refuge.

If he had known that his sister was alive, he might not have fallen. After all, in his mind, it was his father's desire for the land of Alterac that led to the death of Neltharion, the wing of death, and then killed his sister.

But before he fell into a deep sleep, he learned that Calia was not dead.

Ten years later, when he woke up, he learned a series of things that shocked him - Duke not only took care of his beloved childhood sweetheart Jaina, but also ate his biological sister at the same time.

The guy who stole his woman suddenly became his cheap brother-in-law, and he didn't even give him a public status. This contradiction, anger and entanglement... If Arthas was still alive, he would probably be tortured to death.

This terrible situation has become a heart disease that can never be removed from his soul.

To become a purer Lich King, one must completely abandon human nature.

The cruel part of his soul that belonged to Ner'zhul was driving him.

But his reason told him that this meeting between the two queens was a trap...

"So what if it's a trap!?" Thousands of miles apart, the two most influential men of this era said the same words.

The difference is that Arthas sat on the ice throne built of frost elements, while Duke lay on his back on the soft velvet bed, looking at Calia, who was wearing white silk stockings, and Jaina, who was wearing black silk stockings, sleeping intertwined with each other.

That night, dark clouds covered the sky and there was no moon in the sky.

Not a single ray of Elune's light penetrated the earth.

In this dark land of Lordaeron, even the brightest lighthouse looks like just a firefly in the darkness.

The sky and the earth were covered with hazy fog.

In the sky, a huge ice-colored bone dragon led a group of ice dragons, flapping its wings that had long lost their wing membranes and only had skeletons left, and rushed into the sky of Lordaeron at high speed.

These lifeless bone dragons fly with shadow magic, not wings. All the wing movements are just habits left over from their living days.

"Everyone attack! We must charge into Lordaeron before its magical defense system is activated. We will punish those who refuse to accept the glory of the Lich King's death with ironclad punishment! Use the bloodiest slaughter to announce the return of the Scourge."

The leader of the team was none other than the former blue dragon queen Sindragosa!

Fifteen years ago, she went against history and was resurrected early by Ner'zhul and rescued Arthas. Since then, she has been guarding Icecrown Citadel as its most loyal guard.

Tonight, as the most powerful assault force under Arthas, she led the ice dragons that were also resurrected by the Lich King to carry out this assault in the dark.

"Don't worry! As long as we suppress our elemental fluctuations, those tiny humans will not be able to discover us before they come into visual range!" Sindragosa announced to his subordinates.

Darkness is the best cover, and it was a dark and cloudy night. The ice dragon also shuttled through the thick clouds, constantly correcting its course purely by sensing the breath of the living.

She simply didn't believe that the slow and low-flying griffins or hippogryphs could detect the army of ice dragons in the clouds thousands of meters above the sky.

That's true in theory.

Neither she nor Arthas, with their outdated knowledge, could imagine that the changes of the times were so drastic.

In the city of Lordaeron, not many citizens noticed that several huge, rotating metal pot-like objects were set up in the barracks in the four directions around the city.

No one realized that this thing would bring about epoch-making changes.

Tirion looked at a bunch of low-level wizards fiddling with magical instruments he didn't recognize, and then reported a group of data he couldn't understand at all, and sighed deeply: "Times have changed!"

Not far behind him, Duke stood with his hands behind his back, smiling slightly.

It has indeed changed.

After testing the sonar system in Outland, radar was naturally put on the Alliance's research agenda. Duke wanted to advance this project as soon as possible, but unfortunately, even though he put forward a lot of ideas, the dwarf and gnome scientists were also working hard to help him realize various inventions that were black technology in this world. The industrial foundation of this world still restricted the development of various new technologies.

It's like radar.

Although the Alliance already has diesel engines, they are purely mechanical after all.

The field of electrification is a completely different matter.

Duke used rotating electromagnetic coils to create a generator for the Alliance, but there is still a long way to go to make a stable electronic radar.

Fortunately, in addition to the technological side, this world also has a magical side.

Duke can link the magic network and let each node of the magic network emit weak elemental fluctuations at a fixed frequency. The unaware ice dragon army thought it was a natural elemental wave. In fact, the absence and feedback of each elemental wave have been collected by the Elemental Radar of each node.

After long-term training, these earth wizards, who had been unable to make further progress in the field of magic, found new value in life in this special field.

"Elemental reaction confirmed!"

"Temporarily, we can confirm that there are 114 reactions."

"Direction 5 degrees west-northwest, speed 71 kilometers per hour, and still accelerating!"

"The Griffin Squadron of the First Air Force of Lordaeron asked whether to intercept?"

The newly established air force headquarters in Lordaeron was bustling with activity. The noise was so loud that traditional knights like Tirion and Gavinrad were confused.

Detecting the enemy through radar and commanding the air force is a headache even for Kurdran Wildhammer, the number one man in the Alliance Air Force, but Duke, the time traveler, does it in an orderly manner.

When someone asked him about this, Duke shook his head and said, "Don't go, Griffin. That would be a pointless waste of combat power. Tell the Yaozi Regiment to set up their positions and fire in order according to the shooting parameters I provided!"

"Three...two...one! Flares fired!"

The ice dragon army, which was traveling at high speed in the dark clouds, suddenly saw a bright light in front of their eyes. A violent shock wave swept away the clouds above their heads. The next moment, it was as bright as day above.

"This is impossible!?" Sindragosa was suddenly shocked.

Almost at the same time, Calia, who was originally sleeping soundly in the Lordaeron Palace, suddenly raised her long eyelashes, and her sapphire eyes became bright. Just when Calia wanted to move, she suddenly found that Jaina hugged her tighter.

Jaina put her lips close to Calia's ear and said, "Sister Calia, you are not a good boy. Leave everything to Duke."

Calia understood everything at once. She was a little confused, but then her face flushed with happiness: "It turns out... Duke has already arranged everything. He is such a gentle person."

As the queen of Lordaeron, she naturally had the responsibility to defend the land. Duke took over the defense and deliberately tortured her in the first half of the night, just to exhaust her physical strength. He didn't want her to know that her once most beloved brother sent powerful men to kill her and destroy this kingdom that had been passed down for 2,800 years.

Unfortunately, as Calia's strength increased, she was already infinitely close to the level of an archbishop. Not only did her physique improve a lot, but she was also extremely sensitive to elemental fluctuations. Not to mention the overwhelming explosion of frost elements.

But tonight, Calia was willing to be Duke's little woman again, not the queen of a country. She fell into a sweet dream, and in her beautiful dream, she saw the otherworldly ice and fire rose that Duke gave her when they first met.

The commotion ten kilometers away from the city of Lordaeron was actually quite loud.

With the accurate firing of flares, all the ice dragons appeared in front of each monitoring station, and the lookouts holding telescopes kept reporting the location of the ice dragon group.

Then the warships of the Royal Kiln Regiment launched a fierce bombardment.

It was a terrifying artillery rain that spanned nearly ten thousand meters.

The shells pierced the sky, drawing countless arcs of light with terrifying power in the night sky.

Although the Ice Dragon's essence was the dead and its resistance to physical damage was quite high, the Scourge, which was cut off from information, had no idea due to the Alliance's news blockade that the Alliance had already equipped itself with a large number of Holy Light-blessed shells.

The exploding shells not only cause physical shrapnel damage, but also have the dual attribute damage of fire element and holy light.

The ice dragon's own frost shield was easily broken like a soap bubble.

In just one encounter, more than thirty bone dragons were unfortunately hit directly by multiple shells. The destructive power was so terrible that it was beyond Sindragosa's imagination, and the bone dragons with extremely hard bones were blown up in one go.

Those solid bones, which could not even leave a white mark when the orcs chopped them with their steel axes with all their strength, were smashed to pieces like rotten wood.

A large amount of bone fragments emitting frost elements bloomed in the sky of Lordaeron like snowflakes blown away by the strong wind.

"Impossible!!" Sindragosa screamed, "Disperse! Disperse quickly!"

The ice dragons in the sky completely lost their formation. They struggled to control the chaotic elements around them and stay in flight.

Some flapped their wings and climbed, some turned rapidly, and some dived downward. With various evasive actions, the second wave of shells only caused limited damage. About seven ice dragons were destroyed, and the rest were mostly slightly injured.

"Foolish! Do you think this is the end?" With a cold announcement, Sindragosa suddenly discovered that higher in the east, a night elf in pure white priest robes raised her hands high.

The holy and divine light blooms on her.

The power of the moon goddess Elune also descended the next second.

It was another meteor-like falling object, but this time it was not artillery shells, but meteorites from the void battlefield.

Under the guidance of Tyrande, the high priestess of the Moon Temple, and bound by the power of the Moon Goddess, meteorites of all sizes broke through the atmosphere, carrying the most terrifying kinetic energy, and slammed into the ice dragons.

The giant skeleton dragon with an extremely hard body was hit by the terrifying Falling Stars and suddenly exploded like a building block being kicked apart.

"No——" Sindragosa let out an angry soul howl.

Ice dragons are not ordinary dragons. They are all blue dragons that were killed on the spot when Neltharion betrayed Wyrmrest Temple. Only dead blue dragons can become ice dragons. Therefore, if an ice dragon is killed, there will be one less. At a time when there are not many adult dragons left in the blue dragon army, where can there be so many ice dragons to replenish?

Sindragosa was furious.

She screamed, urging the strongest of the ice dragons to join her in attacking Tyrande.

"Hmph! If you want to hurt Sister Tyrande, you have to get past me first--" Sylvanas appeared, riding on Vaelastrasz, the once incomparably powerful red dragon.

The power of the artifact Wrath of the Stars was brought to its fullest in her hands.

If the trajectory of the previous bombardment and Falling Stars could still be barely seen, Sylvanas' arrows were so fast that they were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The souls of the ice dragons were trembling, and they instinctively wanted to dodge these divine arrows that represented destruction and devastation.

Unfortunately, dodging is too difficult for the huge ice dragons.

When alive, they have hard scales, tough hide and muscles to protect them.

Now, once their bodies were destroyed, it would be their doom. Once their dragon souls, filled with resentment and anger, lost the remains they could rely on, all that awaited them was complete dissipation.

Sindragosa was furious. She opened her ferocious mouth, which was only skeleton left, to make the fangs in her mouth sharper. "Just a crippled ancient dragon!"

That's right, she was dead, and only bones were left.

However, as an ancient dragon resurrected by the Lich King himself, she has more frost element circuits engraved on her body than any other ice dragon. Maybe her melee ability is not as good as when she was alive, but her elemental manipulation ability is worse than before.

Valastrasz is really not good enough in front of her.

Who knew that Queen Sylvie would smile and say, "I am only responsible for preventing other guys from approaching Sister Tyrande. Sindragosa, your opponent... is her!"

Sylvanas' right index finger pointed to the sky.

"roar--"

Accompanied by the domineering roar of a dragon.

A huge monster was descending at high speed from the void above the atmosphere.

It flapped its wings like a huge dark cloud in the sky. Every time the wings fluttered, the clouds rolled up, reminiscent of a terrible storm.

Like a meteor passing through the atmosphere diagonally, the red color of her wings told everyone how terrifying her temperature was.

There was no need to specifically spit out dragon breath; the turbulent air created by the vibration of the wings was already filled with red flames that flew everywhere.

If you glance over at her in the dark, you might think that it was the Red Dragon Queen - Alexstrasza the Life-Giver.

However, the black color that seemed to come from the deepest and most distant abyss told others that she was Onyxia, the current guardian dragon of the earth.

"Huh? Is the food in the void so good? I feel like you've gained weight." Duke's magic message went directly into Onyxia's ears.

"Damn master, this is the power of that damn guardian dragon. I don't like it at all!" Onyxia complained on the spot.

"Okay, okay! Thank you for your hard work, I'll get it done quickly."

"snort!"

Even though she complained, Onyxia became more and more upright.

Looking at Sindragosa, Onyxia suddenly felt dazed. Recalling the "fate" Duke had shown her, she unconsciously compared the tragic fate she was supposed to suffer with the tragic blue dragon queen.

"If I continue on the evil path, perhaps this will be my inevitable end?" She was not a kind dragon, and her sigh only lasted for a second. When she got serious, the black vertical pupils wrapped in the golden yellow of her eyes only showed a kind of indifference like the master of all things.

She regarded herself as the mount of the god of destiny, looking down upon another poor creature who had fallen into the trap of fate.

"Sindragosa! Since Malygos refuses to come, let me serve and put an end to this!"

"Don't mention that dirty name—" Sindragosa let out the most shrill dragon roar and pounced forward.

When the wings, which had no beauty but only spurs, spread out, even the surrounding air vibrated slightly.

After explosively blasting out frost elements, Sindragosa's huge body shot into the sky like a sharp arrow, heading straight for Onyxia.

The frost elemental world is connected to the real world through the evil magic runes on her body. For a moment, it seemed as if two different spaces overlapped.

"Hmph! Stop hanging around, you ugly dead creature! Do you understand? You're an eyesore!" Onyxia was also angry. She flapped her huge black wings, and the wind pressure generated created a terrible storm in the air.

Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, Tyrande's hippogryph was still blown all over the place, and she had to pull the reins to make the hippogryph retreat further away.

The sky is the domain of birds of prey and dragons.

Anyone who attempts to defeat the dragons in close combat will pay a terrible price.

Not only Tyrande, but even Sylvanas retreated.

One life, one death.

One white, one black.

One ice, one fire.

The two giant dragons collided violently in mid-air.

At that moment, the dark night sky was filled with the purest elemental light.

Half of the night sky was densely covered with fiery red flame patterns with a slightly sacred aura, while the other half was filled with overlapping layers of snow-white frost elemental runes.

Two completely different pictures split the entire sky apart. At first, it was just a small area of ​​elemental collision. Soon, as a large number of elements were pulled in from the elemental world, they continued to fight. The overflowing frost and fire elements began to spread in all directions.

With the airspace where the two giant dragons were fighting fiercely as the center, it seemed as if time had stopped for a moment, and then a huge shock wave like a mushroom cloud spread out. The shock wave from a thousand meters high in the sky even swept across the ground below that was plunged into darkness, rolling up dead leaves and sand all over the sky.

In the command post, Tirion asked Duke: "Can Onyxia win?"

Duke touched his chin casually. "Although that girl always lacks fighting spirit, she believes that when she stands on the side of the winner, she will always be the winner. To be honest, from the moment Sindragosa led his army into the sky of Lordaeron, Arthas' attack was doomed to fail."

Tirion sighed: "That's why we admire you! You always try your best to decide the outcome of a war before the battle begins. We who charge into battle are willing to fight even though we know that we are probably just going through the motions."

Duke smiled bitterly: "You flatter me too much."

Gavinrad also came up and patted Duke on the shoulder: "Boss, don't be so modest. We all think that if you can continue to be so wise and powerful, we will let you lead the Alliance even for a hundred or a thousand years."

Duke's heart skipped a beat and he didn't know how to describe the feeling.

What did a great man once say?

'Absolute power corrupts absolutely.'

Duke always thought that he was just an ordinary person. Even now that he had entered the realm of God, he still had no real sense of becoming a god. He became a demigod more out of his desire for power.

But this desire is only based on the goal of 'the Burning Legion must be defeated'.

What happens after the Burning Legion is defeated? Maybe Azeroth is already very peaceful?

At that time, will I still have such drive and sense of urgency as I do now, and focus all my attention on promoting world progress?

The answer is obviously – no!

Thinking of this, Duke smiled and shook his head: "No, my term as commander will only last until the Burning Legion is defeated. The day of the decisive battle between Azeroth and the Burning Legion that I saw in the long river of destiny is not far from now."

Duke raised his hands and pointed ten fingers. "Ten years! Ten years at most! The Legion will launch a general offensive against Azeroth. Whether the world can survive and whether our descendants can have a future depends on the next ten years."

Duke's words moved everyone around him.

Gavinrad was the first to laugh: "It's just ten years! I've been with you since I was twenty years old, so ten more years won't make a difference. If I feel like I can't fight anymore, please give me some of that. Anyway, when I'm eighty, I'll end my life even if I don't die."

Tirion held up the Ashbringer in his hand: "Alexandros passed it on to me, and I will not let him down. If I can no longer fight, I will also pass on this artifact as a spark of hope like him."

Duke smiled and said, "The Silver Five... have not left the stage of history yet. For some reason, I have a feeling that Turalyon and Saidan are still alive. When we have a decisive battle with the Burning Legion, they will Suraely appear from nowhere, crying and begging to join us."

Hearing this, Tirion and Gavinrad were stunned for a moment, then smiled heartily. They were not sure, but they intuitively thought that Duke must have confirmed something from the long river of fate and encouraged them in this obscure way.

While they were chatting, the massive battle in the air also came to an end.

The results were not surprising at all.

Originally, after losing its muscles, flesh, skin and scales, the bone dragon no longer had an advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

After all, the frost elemental magic circuit bestowed upon her by the Lich King was not her own. Sindragosa, who was not at an advantage in the elemental duel, was seized by Onyxia, who swept her from above with a dragon's tail and hit her lumbar spine hard.

With a crisp sound of bones breaking, she screamed and fell from mid-air.

Surprisingly, Onyxia did not pursue immediately. Instead, he received her magical message in the headquarters in Lordaeron City.

"Bomb Sindragosa! The coordinates are..."

After Onyxia reported the coordinates in one breath, the mage girl in charge of magic communication was stunned for two full seconds without reacting.

"What? Didn't you hear it? Was the magic transmission disrupted?"

At this time, the girl repeated the coordinates as if she had just woken up from a dream, and quickly passed them on to the Royal Brothel Group.

This is really not the girl's fault. After all, in everyone's impression, the most conservative and the most conservative are the dragons.

They can adhere to the orders left by the titans and guard Azeroth for 25,000 years without any change.

It is natural that others would not have thought that Onyxia could play artillery coordination so smoothly.

"Tsk, what's so surprising? It's not a life-and-death battle! Do I have to risk having my beautiful scales scraped off to fight an ugly bone dragon? Humph! I won't do it!" The Black Dragon Princess' words were truly willful and cold.

Even Duke's facial muscles stiffened when he heard it, and then he smiled bitterly.

This is also good, we can try out the effectiveness of modern artillery against powerful creatures of the second-top level.

Onyxia's dragon tail sweep had a force of at least ten tons. Even if it hit the wall of Lordaeron, it would probably not last more than two hits.

Sindragosa's strength lies in her spellcasting ability rather than her melee ability. When there is a being that can ignore all her frost-attribute attacks, she is just that.

At this point, Onyxia, who is already a guardian dragon, can be said to be her absolute nemesis.

Black Dragon MM plays with fire, not Shadow Flame, which is a shadow attribute like her elder brother. After undergoing a special dragon ritual in the Wyrmrest Temple and receiving the bonus of the Guardian Dragon status, her fire ability has become even stronger.

Sindragosa's moves like Ice Tomb and Frost Aura can beat the guys from the Alliance Heroes Group to death, but they can't hurt Onyxia.

This is a pure battle of elemental powers.

When magic cannot determine the outcome, melee ability is the key to victory.

Can a slow-moving former demigod-level dragon defeat a living guardian dragon?

Isn't the answer obvious?

Sindragosa struggled to climb out of the huge hole she had created in the ground. Onyxia's blow was indeed a heavy blow, but it was not enough to destroy her completely.

As soon as she climbed up, she raised her neck to the sky and roared angrily, followed by a passage in dragon language. The general meaning of the translation was "Little girl, you are not qualified to deal with me!"

Onyxia's reply was just a very anthropomorphic smiley face.

It's hard to imagine how a dragon with such a terrifying face could make an expression like "hehe".

She did it and expressed it in a way that said "You have a lot of ideas."

The next moment, Sindragosa knew what his opponent meant.

"Swish--" A familiar piercing whistling sound was heard, and before she could do anything, hundreds of tons of shells poured down on her head.

In her heyday, these shells were no big deal.

The so-called artillery shells must hit the target and trigger the firing pin and fuse in the shells to explode. Previously, Sindragosa used her unparalleled icy breath to freeze all the shells within a radius of 500 meters around her.

The firing pin was frozen, and the explosive connected to the fuse could not explode. All the shells turned into iron lumps and fell straight to the ground.

Now what?

The fierce battle between the frost and fire elements consumed almost all of her magic power. In addition, Onyxia had destroyed a lot of her magic circuits in the melee. Now she was just a simple bone dragon, well, a half-crippled one.

This time, the flying fleet, which had been depressed for a long time, finally made a fortune.

The shells fell on the area where Sindragosa was like crazy, and in an instant, the small hillside in the wilderness was flattened by at least one or two meters.

"That's enough!" After Onyxia's message came again, the fleet also ceased firing contentedly.

Onyxia dived directly, and with the acceleration brought by the free fall and her own acceleration, she reached a top speed of over 200 kilometers per hour.

All the huge kinetic energy fell on the struggling Sindragosa, and the first blow broke the already extremely fragile dragon spine directly into two pieces.

Without leaving the opponent any chance, Onyxia swung her tail to swing away Sindragosa's severed lower body. Her four dragon claws directly hooked onto the opponent's bone wings, shoulder blades and dragon neck. Her dragon mouth accurately bit the neck below the bone dragon's skull, and she used all her strength to tear it apart violently.

"Ahhhhhh——" Sindragosa's soul fire let out the most tragic wail.

Immediately, her huge dragon skull was bitten off.

"Bah!" Onyxia spat out the dragon bone, used her claws to pry open the remaining ribs of Sindragosa's upper body, and aimed at the dim blue soul fire on the bone dragon's chest at almost zero distance, and launched a big move!

Onyxia took a deep breath.

That is a classic that makes countless players' scalps tingle - Deep Breath!

The extremely high temperature burned, and even the nearby sand instantly melted into a translucent glass-like substance, not to mention Sindragosa who was the first to bear the brunt.

After firing another dragon breath at the soul fire in Sindragosa's skull, Onyxia grabbed the dragon skull with one claw and flew slowly towards the command post in Lordaeron City.

Under the focus of the magic searchlight, Onyxia, who was larger than before, slowly fluttered her wings and descended. After throwing Sindragosa's skull casually into an open space, she once again became Countess Katrana under the gaze of thousands of Alliance soldiers.

the Alliance recruits who had never seen this scene let out "cuckoo" sounds of surprise.

If it was the Black Dragon Princess in the past, she would definitely be upset. But now she just pretended not to hear it.

Gently holding up the hem of her red dress with both hands, Onyxia came to Duke and the Alliance leaders who came to greet her, knelt on one knee to salute, and said loudly:

"My dear Lord! Your mount, the earth guardian dragon Onyxia, has completed the task you assigned to her and successfully killed the fallen blue dragon queen Sindragosa. She has returned to report."

Her words caused a commotion among the surrounding alliance soldiers.

What is the style?

This is the coolness!

The Queen of the Sin'dorei next door has an ancient red dragon mount, and those elves are so arrogant about it.

In comparison, it is us humans who are truly awesome!

Look, Commander Edmund Duke entered the realm of gods as a mortal and even used the guardian dragon as a mount.

Facing a group of onlookers shouting "666", Duke also felt proud and said with a smile: "You will get a reward, but... we will talk about it later."

Onyxia, who had a serious expression just now, suddenly blushed.

The pure people of Azeroth are certainly unable to comprehend the profoundness of the Celestial Empire's culture. If they have not been told the double entendre of "we'll talk about it later", they will never understand it in their lifetime.

Onyxia is not very keen on exploring dragon caves, but she likes the feeling of relying on strategy to make the opponent fall into a trap and eventually win.

It is a kind of pleasure that no matter how the other party struggles or resists, he cannot defy fate and will eventually be destroyed.

Standing on the side of the victor, standing under the banner of the God of Destiny, compared to this, it doesn't seem so difficult to accept to humble myself and become a mount.

Besides, after Duke entered the divine realm, she was able to save face, and no other four-color dragons would make things difficult for her because she was Duke's mount. It was a bit annoying to be forced to work when there was something to do, but when she had nothing to do, she could sleep on a dragon bed full of gold, and her life was pretty comfortable.

Onyxia had nothing to complain about and stood proudly beside Duke under the gaze of the Alliance soldiers.

Duke nodded, and then opened the magic communication mirror with Alexstrasza: "Onyxia just killed Sindragosa who fell into an ice dragon."

Just a few words, but the Red Dragon Queen remained silent for ten seconds.

After a long while, she finally sighed, "Originally, this matter should not be handled by the Wyrmrest Temple."

This time Duke was silent.

The Queen's silence was embarrassment, and Duke's silence was a protest - you dragons should clean up your own mess.

Alexstrasza didn't know what to say. In the final analysis, it was Malygos himself who was not kind.

His wife was seriously injured and dying by Neltharion, but he went crazy and ran away. Well, she is dead, and she can't even go back to the Dragonbone Wastes where the dragons rest after death. She fell halfway, with deep resentment towards him in her soul.

Ten thousand years have passed. Even after killing Deathwing Neltharion, Duke repeatedly reminded him to be careful about the remains of Sindragosa so that they would not be used by the Lich King. However, Malygos still refused to retrieve his wife's thousand-year-old bones because of his face.

Now, his dead wife and former subjects were all picked up to be ice dragons. Malygos still didn't care and stuck his head in the sand like an ostrich to escape reality!

Alexstrasza could certainly feel Duke's anger, and she felt very guilty towards this demigod of Azeroth who had once helped Wyrmrest Temple a lot and was now on an equal footing with Wyrmrest Temple.

"I will send my men to receive the remains of Sindragosa and his men, and perform requiem on them, suppressing them in Dragonblight. Finally, I will also notify Malygos."

Duke's eyes narrowed into a line. To be honest, he was very dissatisfied. No one knew better than him what Malygos had done at this point in the original history.

Honestly, there is no cure for this brain damage.

Duke spoke, his tone was stern and unquestionable: "As you know, we are now preparing to defeat the Lich King Arthas and his Scourge. Since he dared to desecrate even the bones of a dragon, I think Wyrmrest Temple should be on the same side as the Alliance and the Horde."

"That's right!" Alexstrasza nodded heavily. "Is there anything that Wyrmrest Temple can do? My red dragon army can be mobilized soon."

With Kil'jaeden's heavy blow, the Burning Legion fell into chaos. Without the commander's orders, the void lords were busy fighting for power, so naturally no demons would be stupid enough to come to the void battlefield outside the atmosphere of Azeroth to die.

Apart from the blue dragon army, which had only a few dragons left, and the black dragon army, which had only Onyxia as its commander, the red dragon, green dragon, and bronze dragon army, which were the main forces of the Wyrmrest Temple, were actually idle.

Thanks to Duke's reminder, Ysera used the power of Elune to prevent the fall of four powerful dragons, Lethon, Emeriss, Taerar, and Isoldre. The Green Dragonflight was able to maintain its vitality.

The Bronze Dragonflight is still relatively powerful at this time, and because they have the responsibility to guard the timeline, they will not be easily transferred away.

It can be said that most dragons are bored to death.

It's rare that Alexstrasza took the initiative to offer it, Duke would be in vain if he didn't use it!

But Duke still has a concern.

"Thank you for the help of the Red Dragonflight, but I still have a concern. I'm afraid that Malygos will be unreasonable and say that I shouldn't have killed Sindragosa completely. You know, his brain is a little..." Duke shook his index finger on his temple.

The queen is also in a miserable situation. On one side is a powerful ally like Duke, and on the other side are her own brothers. She is stuck in the middle, neither side is a dragon.

Duke emphasized: "To be honest, I have always had deep doubts about whether Malygos is sane. In my opinion, any action that could destroy Azeroth is unacceptable. I have already given in on the Sunwell. Now is a critical moment when we are about to go to war with the Scourge. If Malygos abandons his duties and attacks me, Onyxia or the Alliance because of Sindragosa, I do not rule out the possibility of killing him personally."

As Duke finished speaking, both the Alliance and Onyxia standing beside him stood in awe.

What is responsibility?

This is responsibility!

We can beat the foreign enemies and protect our younger brothers!

Only a boss like this is truly worthy of dying for!

Although Alexstrasza had a headache, she knew Duke very well and knew that Duke would not start a war that might lead to civil strife over a trivial matter.

"What else do you know?"

Duke waved gently, and Onyxia came over immediately: "I found Tasarion."

"What? You are talking about Tassarion? He hasn't appeared in ten thousand years." The Red Dragon Queen was shocked.

"But I sensed him in the Obsidian Temple of the Wyrmrest Temple. Not only him, but there are no less than a group of adult black dragons." The Black Dragon Princess looked extremely certain.

This time, Alexstrasza couldn't remain calm anymore, because the Obsidian Temple was located right below the Wyrmrest Temple!

In fact, the Black Dragon Princess had never been to the Obsidian Temple, which was supposed to belong to the Black Dragonflight. The temple was sealed before she was born. Since Duke asked her to tell it, the cunning female black dragon didn't need to think twice before telling a lie.

Anyway, this is a secret known by our master who is like the god of destiny.

Among the countless secrets of the Wyrmrest Temple, the temples of various dragons have always been a secret existence that the guardian dragons avoid talking about.

But not long ago, something strange happened in the Obsidian Temple. It seemed that adult black dragons had returned here and started hatching dragon eggs and raising new dragonlets. They were twilight dragons, which were considered taboo by the Wyrmrest Temple. Leading these black dragons was none other than the powerful black dragon Sartharion who disappeared in the Ancient War.

The Wyrmrest Temple knew nothing about this, but unfortunately they couldn't hide it from Duke, the time traveler!

The Queen's figure was trembling: "This is no small matter!"

The Black Dragon Princess said confidently, "If you take your men with me, you will know, right?"

The queen was also very decisive: "Give me one day, I want to assemble the Red Dragonflight."

"I'll go back to Wyrmrest Temple and wait for you at 12 noon tomorrow."

"good!"

After making an agreement with Onyxia, the queen once again turned her gaze to Duke: "Wyrmrest Temple owes you another favor. If...if Malygos really does something reckless, Wyrmrest Temple will stand on the side of justice."

The queen said this, which means that if it really comes to that, the Dragonflight will have no choice but to give up Malygos.

After all, he knows best how his brother has behaved. In the past ten thousand years, hasn't the queen lamented Malygos' misfortunes countless times?

In the past, Azeroth was not in danger, so Malygos could go crazy or act autistic. Now he made mistakes one after another, and if it weren't for the fact that he helped guard the void battlefield a while ago, Alexstrasza would have almost wanted to hold a vote in Wyrmrest Temple to remove him as the blue dragon king.

Duke had just been tough, just to make her see the big picture. Anything that stood in the way of defending Azeroth would be crushed. She had privately heard that Malygos should ban mortals from using magic and bring all magic under his jurisdiction.

In fact, if this is really done, where would Duke, the demigod of the magic web, stand?

the Alliance led by Duke is already the core force against the Burning Legion and the fallen Old Gods. If the Wyrmrest Temple still protects Malygos at this time, it will violate the duties left to them by the titans.

Faced with major issues of right and wrong, Alexstrasza had no choice but to make a promise.

Duke was satisfied.

Asking Wyrmrest Temple to clean up the mess first is actually clearing the mines in advance. It's like cutting off the enemy's minions in advance.

This method of weakening the opponent step by step and then delivering a fatal blow is exactly what Onyxia values ​​and likes the most.

After the magic communication ended, Duke felt a burning gaze, and he turned slightly to meet Onyxia's eyes. It was interesting that Duke felt that her gaze was becoming similar to Vashj's.

It's a pleasant surprise that Black Dragon MM, who was always a little reluctant in the past, has changed like this.

Ignore her for now. Duke said to Tirion: "Tonight's combat objectives have been fully achieved. The red alert is lifted and the alert level is reduced to yellow."

Tirion nodded. "Understood."

Duke didn't need to do anything about arranging defenses. Although Gavinrad suggested speeding up the construction of the Dreadnaught Fortress, Duke shook his head and refused.

In the icy and snowy Northrend, the Lich King is not the only one who will cause trouble. After the internal troubles in Wyrmrest Temple were eliminated, there were basically only two enemies left, or to be more precise, one and a half...

At this time, another magic message came, from Sylvanas.

"Duke, there are a few half-crippled bone dragons running here. Tyrande and I decided to train the sky knights' pursuit ability. We won't go back tonight."

Duke nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

It was a rare experience to fight with an air overlord like the Ice Dragon. Moreover, it was a situation where one's own side had the upper hand, so training the troops in this way would result in fewer losses.

It is impossible for Arthas to have no ice dragon left. If we train our team well now, we can greatly reduce the losses when the time comes.

With a wave of his hand, Duke opened the portal and took Onyxia back to the Lordaeron Palace.

Seeing the familiar light of the portal light up, the guards guarding the entrance of the fixed portal still held their weapons tightly in their hands dutifully. When they saw it was Duke, they breathed a sigh of relief and saluted.

Duke reached Calia's chamber unhindered.

As soon as the door opened, Calia, wearing a nightgown, rushed over and gave Duke a passionate kiss like a chick pecking at rice.

"I heard that. Thank you, Duke." Calia said excitedly. Beside her was Jaina, who was smiling.

Seeing the Black Dragon Princess beside her, Calia let go of Duke and took her hand: "Thank you too, Onyxia."

The Black Dragon Princess was obviously not used to this kind of intimate contact. She seemed to want to withdraw her hand, but she didn't dare to. After a while, she could only bite the bullet and say, "This is the master's order."

Her face showed an expression that said I didn't do this voluntarily.

"But it is still a fact that you helped defend Lordaeron." Calia held Black Dragon MM's hand and leaned her head closer. The scorching light in her eyes made Black Dragon MM very uncomfortable.

Most dragons are aloof and arrogant, and after Onyxia was born, she didn't have much family warmth to speak of. Sinestra was merciful by not killing the two siblings.

When he grew up, even his relationship with his older brother Nefarian was one of mutual benefit.

When have you ever tried this kind of intimate gratitude?

It was not until this moment that Onyxia realized that she had social phobia in her bones!

Not to mention the Stormwind nobles she had played with in the past, they were just pawns. When she really put them in the same position as herself, she suddenly felt at a loss.

Just when she wanted to retreat, Duke had blocked her retreat. Duke smiled evilly, and he suddenly found that such a clumsy black dragon princess actually had a cute side.

"It's very simple, Oni. Just tell the mistress, 'You're welcome. This is what I should do.' That will make her very cute. What's the point of being stubborn at this time? She will become not cute at all."

cute?

Onyxia felt as if a soft part of her heart was struck by lightning, and her whole body was shaking, but she couldn't tell why.

"Cute? Can a being like me be cute?" She muttered to herself in a daze. Before she hatched, ever since she became conscious, she felt that she had always been associated with words like horror, hideousness, destruction, and ruin.

Even her own mother would only look at her with a mixture of fear and horror.

When she grew up, she began to enslave many monsters, dragon people, and a bunch of other miscellaneous guys. Every existence looked at her with the same eyes.

She used to feel uncomfortable, but after she got used to this kind of gaze, she told herself that she should be happy.

Gradually, the mind has become distorted.

I didn't expect that after being regarded as spineless and depraved in submission... after being a mount for so long, I actually discovered another kind of emotion.

Strangely enough, she found her soul instinctively craving this kind of emotion.

"Cute... me?"

"Yes, you are very cute now." Duke was also happy. He suddenly found that when he gently poked the Black Dragon Princess' waist with his finger, she actually made a sound similar to a cat's meow. It was so charming...

As the dawn broke and after a night of dragon taming, Duke began to doubt his life.

Onyxia was so docile last night that he almost thought he was dealing with Calia instead of a once cunning and sinister evil female black dragon.

But this is also good, as it saves him the trouble of keeping a close eye on her.

Having two Eredar demonesses under your command is already a headache enough. Playing this kind of game of intrigue and deception too much will make you tired.

Of course, meritorious service must be rewarded.

When Onyxia wakes up, Duke tells her a secret.

"Have you heard of Arkavon's Treasury?"

Of course, Onyxia had never heard of this thing, but that did not prevent her from hearing the two most important words: "Treasure house"!

Treasures and such are the greedy mother dragon's favorite!

"What? Tell me about it." The once aloof yet seductive Countess Katrana is now a greasy little elf.

"The treasure house is in Wintergrasp Lake. There are indeed a lot of good equipment in it, but you don't want those."

"Why?" She asked even though she knew Duke was trying to tease her into asking more questions.

"Because the key to the treasure house lies in those few guardians."

Wintergrasp Lake, where the treasure house is located, is the largest lake in Northrend. With its unique strategic location and rich elemental materials, it has naturally become a battleground between the Alliance and the Horde in history. Now the Horde's army has not yet set out, and young Saurfang is even gathering his men in the Barrens. Naturally, the Horde has no interest in Archavon's treasure house.

The location of this treasure trove is quite sensitive.

Looking at the map of Azeroth, Northrend in the north is shaped a bit like a big kidney. The west and east sides are closer to the great whirlpool in the middle, while the Dragonbone Wasteland of Wyrmrest Temple in the middle is sunken to the north.

Although there are traces of the Scourge throughout the continent of Northrend, its southern region is not strictly speaking an area controlled by the Scourge.

The Scourge's real absolute control area is actually just the Icecrown Glacier area in the northwest of Northrend.

Wintergrasp Lake is located on the map at the midpoint between the Alliance's newly built Dauntless Fortress in the southwestern Borean Tundra and Arthas' Icecrown Citadel, and is separated from the Scourge's lair by a mountain. It can be said that the treasury is quite close to the Wrath Gate that can directly penetrate Arthas' lair, Icecrown Citadel, but it is not an absolute control area of ​​the Scourge.

As an ancient titan building, the treasures inside are naturally not to be underestimated.

The guardians are Archavon the Stone Watcher, Emalon the Storm Watcher, Koralon the Fire Watcher, and Torawon the Ice Watcher.

The four demigod-level guardians were all typical elemental giants. Duke didn't know if they had divinity, but even if they didn't, the extremely pure power of the four elements in them was a great tonic for Duke and Onyxia.

Becoming a demigod of the Magic Net, the Magic Net constantly absorbs the mental power of the Magic Net user, and uses the excess mental power to connect the four elemental realms, extracting free elements, filtering them, and then delivering them to the caster for use.

During this process, Duke extracted a lot of high-purity elements. But the higher the purity, the harder it is to extract, and god-level battles require ultra-high-purity elements to hurt the opponent. In the battle with Kil'jaeden, Duke has deeply experienced this.

If he had been the main attacker in the battle of Sunwell, I really don't know how long it would take to defeat Dan Dan.

After explaining the characteristics of the vault to Onyxia, Duke concluded: "Arkavon's vault is both an opportunity and a trap for Arthas."

"I see! It's really a good time."

It's easy to talk to a smart dragon. If we wait until the Dreadnought Fortress is built before going to the Vault of Archavon, it will become an advance, and Arthas will never consider attacking casually. On the other hand, Duke is now in the Vault, and whether Arthas comes out or not, the Alliance will gain.

When he comes out, Duke, who now has the advantage in the air force, will definitely not mind letting Elune drop a bunch of meteorites on him to teach the idiot a lesson.

He didn't come out because Duke was hanging around in front, and the Scourge would never dare to cross Duke and attack the Dreadnought Fortress directly. This also bought time for the construction of the Dreadnought Fortress.

This is where Duke's use of troops gets spicy.

First knock out the strongest air force of the Scourge, and then step by step strangle the movement space of the Scourge Legion and cut off its wings. This method can be said to be calm and majestic, and it is less likely to make mistakes when used by the Alliance.

In the morning, after washing up, Duke took the Black Dragon Princess and Jaina and opened a portal to Naxxramas. In the command post of this flying fortress, Duke convened a video conference with the Alliance leaders.

Magni Bronzebeard was the first to ask, "What? You said we were going to attack Archavon's Vault? I have no objection to that, but Duke, do you mean we are going to attack Angartha, the Gate of Wrath?"

Duke raised his hand, and a rough three-dimensional topographic map of Icecrown Glacier appeared in front of the kings.

It must be said that Ner'zhul and Arthas picked a good place for their lair. The terrain of the Icecrown region itself is very high, located in the northwest of Northrend, with an average altitude of more than a thousand meters. The entire region looks like the letter 'Ω' on the map, or it can be said to be a horseshoe.

Duke introduced: "There are only two ways to reach Icecrown Citadel where Lich King Arthas is. One is to storm the Gate of Wrath in the southwest mountain. After you break in, you will find Icecrown Citadel above the gate. The other is to follow the defense line set up by the Lich King from the southeast along the canyon to the north, facing the firepower from the top of the canyon, and then go back from the north to the southwest Garden of Bones, and finally reach Icecrown Citadel."

Any commander with a bit of common sense would frown upon this choice.

This detour was simply a gift to the Scourge. Not to mention the firepower from above the canyon, the guys who died below the canyon and were resurrected as undead were enough to cause trouble for the attackers. The enemies were getting more and more numerous.

"Can't we attack from the air?" Kurdran frowned deeply. "My guys have some experience in flying in cold weather. Give us some time..."

Duke shook his head: "Impossible!"

Duke waved his finger casually, and the plateau basin area where the Icecrown Glacier was located on the three-dimensional map was suddenly enveloped by a blizzard with a shrill and howling sound.

Duke said seriously, "This time, Arthas obviously has the advantage of terrain. I have tried many times, but I have not been able to extend the magic network to Icecrown Glacier and the Storm Peaks area in the east. That is Arthas' absolute home turf. He can summon a huge amount of frost elementals in that area at will and destroy all the sky knights and flying fleets that approach."

This is a bit difficult!

For a moment, all the Alliance leaders frowned.

Not being able to use the air force would wipe out the Alliance's current technological advantage.

If we return to the most primitive land warfare, how many lives will be lost in order to break through the Icecrown Citadel, which has an extremely advantageous geographical location?

No!

It would be fine if we could calculate the total number of lost lives, but what we are afraid of is that the Scourge will become stronger and stronger, with more and more undead under its command, and eventually it will overflow.

This is not a joke. The whole of Northrend is full of undead. In Zul'Drak in the northeast corner of Northrend, it was the territory of the ice trolls at the beginning of the continental split after the explosion of the Well of Eternity. Now it has become a paradise for the undead.

In the southeast corner is a settlement of the savage, violent, and vicious Vrykul.

This group of warmongers with half-giant blood mistakenly regarded the Lich King as the "Lord of Justice" who could lead them to conquer Northrend and even the entire world. The warriors from various camps who came here on expeditions became a huge obstacle to their ambitious plans. Their extreme love of war has completely reduced them to the running dogs of the Scourge's allies.

At the call of King Ymiron, a group of savage Vrykul warriors regarded becoming undead and serving the Scourge as the greatest honor. They proved their strength with their endless destruction and killing in exchange for becoming members of the Scourge after death.

Except for Duke, no one knows how powerful the Lich King Arthas is now.

What if the elite troops of the Alliance and the Horde were sacrificed, and a batch of skeletal griffins, undead hippogryphs and the like were produced, and then the power of the Scourge was coordinated to destroy the Wyrmrest Temple and turn all the dragon remains in the Dragonbone Wastes into undead dragons? Then Azeroth would be finished.

Varian spoke up: "Uncle Duke, do you have any good suggestions?"

"This attack on the Vault of Archavon is just a not-so-clever trap. It doesn't matter whether Arthas takes our bait or not. In the big battle, we must play it safe and steady." Duke raised his hand, and the chess pieces representing the Alliance army began to move on the three-dimensional map.

"On the western front, once the Dreadnought Fortress is built, we will immediately begin our march northwards to occupy the entire Borean Tundra, Sholazar Basin, and Wintergrasp. I hope that the western army can use Wintergrasp Fortress as a base point to cooperate with Naxxramas and confront Icecrown Citadel. We need to create a situation where we can crash Naxxramas into Icecrown Citadel at any time."

"Ah!" Irel cried out softly. She was shocked by Duke's imagination.

It sounds feasible. After all, Naxxramas is a creation of the titans. No matter how terrible Arthas' cold wind is, it can't blow down Naxxramas with its anti-gravity engine. Losing Naxxramas is like the Scourge shooting itself in the foot.

Irel exclaimed, and the other alliance leaders laughed quietly.

The chain reaction of Duke's initial ruthlessness in seizing the flying fortress of Naxxramas also appeared at this time. If Naxxramas was still in the hands of the Scourge at this point in time, then the main cities of the Alliance and the Horde would have been blocked at the gate.

After everyone took a short break, Duke continued, "The arrangements for the Western Front are almost complete. Magni, I will give you 50,000 more human infantry. The Western Front is now in your hands."

"No problem." The Bronzebeard Dwarf King laughed heartily.

The Western Front was originally composed mainly of dwarfs and gnomes, and he was very adept at handling them in the past.

"Now we have to deal with the eastern front." Duke raised his hand, and a fleet model arrived in the east. "I need a large-scale landing battle, from the east and west sides of Howling Fjord. We will try to occupy the Vrykul's Utgarde Keep within a week. Then we will go all the way north, flatten Grizzly Hills and Zul'Drak, and finally reach the Crystalsong Forest in the center."

"Leave it to me." Varian stood up and volunteered to fight.

Duke smiled and said, "I would have given it to you even if you didn't tell me. But this time, please bring little Saurfang's orc troops with you. They are good at siege warfare."

"Do I have air force cover here?"

"Yes. Since most of the air fleets are useless in Icecrown, they will be transferred to the eastern front when we reach the vicinity of Wintergrasp Lake. And..." Duke glanced at Prince Kael'thas.

The prince understood and smiled: "When His Majesty Wrynn attacks Utgard Keep, Dalaran will arrive!"

Attention! It is Dalaran, not Dalaran Mages.

This means that Dalaran is really putting all its national strength into it.

"Hiss——" This time, all the leaders present gasped.

Use the whole country to suppress it!

Although the power is enormous, on the other hand, failure is equivalent to the destruction of the country, and all the wizards together with the magic apprentices above will become liches and necromancers.

Kael'thas is really brave!

But thinking about it, I felt relieved. The real controller of Dalaran is Duke, the demigod of the magic network. Without his instruction, how could Kael'thas overwhelm the academic school of Dalaran and perform such a courageous feat?

Among all the countries, the only ones capable of moving their capitals are the Sky City of Dalaran and the Exodar of the Draenei.

Although it could be imagined that this was the Alliance taking care of the badly injured Draenei, Duke never asked Yrel, which made Yrel feel like he was the only one who was alienated.

Irel bit his lip and said to himself: "Yrel, Yrel! You must do something, otherwise you and your people will continue to be secretly excluded."

In fact, she thought too much. First, the Draenei were few in number and weak in strength. Second, Duke was afraid that if he dragged more Draenei to the battlefield, it would further undermine the Draenei's vitality.

Duke had told the other leaders to try not to let the Draenei charge as infantry, but it made Irel think too much...

Duke didn't notice this detail and continued to deploy his troops.

As the Valiant Fortress was quickly built, Vashj's naga and murloc army was naturally transferred to the eastern front.

When he saw that even the Naga and Qiraji had missions, Irel couldn't help but ask, "Commander Edmund, where are the draenei missions?"

Maraad, who was standing beside her, took a step forward to get his body closer to the front of the three-dimensional projection, clearly showing his intention to challenge.

Duke was speechless, then smiled: "Well, I was considering that the Draenei were seriously injured..."

Yrel stood up suddenly and straightened his chest. "Please do not worry, Your Excellency. The Draenei are committed to exorcising evil. We are used to sacrifice."

Every word Yrel spoke was powerful and moved many Alliance leaders.

"Well, agree to a few conditions."

"Please go ahead."

"I can put the Draenei paladins together with the Silver Hand to take charge of the final assault on Icecrown Citadel. But in the assault team - only children without descendants are not allowed to join, those without brothers or sisters are not allowed to join, and only one person in a family is allowed to join..."