Stormwind God

Duke's voice dropped, Tyrande and Malfurion suddenly felt terrified.

They were all deceived by their fixed thinking.

Yes, for thousands of years, if you want to travel from Azshara to Mount Hyjal, you must make a big circle, from Ash Valley to the west, to the Felwood Forest in the northwest, and finally back to the west of Mount Hyjal, from the west Face the mountain with the lowest mountain uphill.

But they forget that as long as they do not enter the range of Mount Hyjal, the movement of the Burning Legion demons is, in principle, unlimited.

Therefore, it is possible that the three parties deployed heavy troops in the Ashenvale. As a result, the devil birds did not intercept these troop birds. They ran directly to the mountains north of Ashenvale, and followed the mountains directly to the higher elevation of Mount Hyjal. The foot of the mountain.

Tyrande pursed her lips gently.

Duke spoke: "So, I suggest that our Alliance resist Azshara's landing site, and then play the second game at the foot of Mount Hyjal or in the open space on the mountainside. And the Alliance welcomes the night elves and tribes to We have military observers on both lines of defense. "

We don't know what a military observer is, but as the name suggests, Duke is so generous that he has sent people to oversee the army on both sides?

No, this is not even the Warlord. This is a complete frank demonstration of the military essence of the alliance to the temporary allies.

Queen Greek couldn't sit still, and the words of the wind drifted into Duke's ears: "Duke, are you really good at doing this? The night elves are fine, the tribe ..."

Duke smiled: "You don't understand what the current tribe and the current chief warrior Thrall are, and leave it to me."

"Okay." Queen Greek chose to trust Duke.

Looking at one step and thinking three steps, this is the most basic quality of a leader.

What does Duke want to do, more than just three steps?

This temporary union is too bad now. If it were not for the world to be destroyed, there would be no basis for joining forces.

Who knows that tauren and orcs are the best meat shields, high elves are the strongest mages, night elves are best suited as archers, human knights flanking, dwarves playing guns and tanks, and dwarves playing shelling.

Wow! How good it is to take advantage of all races and mix soldiers in one place.

For Mao's original history, he wanted the three major factions to have their own camps. How about resistance?

It's not the trouble of that bad ass!

The tribe just made Cenarius, the demon **** of the night elves. Here, they were the enemy of the Alliance for more than ten years. The Second Dark Door battle against the Alliance ’s slaughter city, and the Alliance ’s slavery to the orcs, stood in their own race. From the perspective, it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong, anyway, this is already a bad book.

On the Alliance and Night Elves side, it's not much better. Queen Greek sat next to Duke, and had almost glared Tyrande and Malfurion's eyes.

The high elves were exiled by these natural spirits. The calamity is approaching, who would think that Grandpa would kneel in turn begging for help from the prodigal who had driven out of the house to save his life?

If Duke is sitting next to an elf of the French system, such as Kael'thas, then it will be even more eye-catching.

Fortunately, Queen Nozomi was a ranger, and the night elves were better off.

To be counted, they exile from the upper elf's abuse of magic, and Duke and Jaina present are secretly stimulating their nerves.

Therefore, Duke deliberately is so generous, it is not a pavement for more sincere cooperation, our alliance is willing to play two games, you take care of it yourself.

Seeing Duke like this, Medivh also secretly relieved.

United is most afraid that each family is holding their pockets, not let loose. In this way, the best result is only forcibly twisted into a ball, but in fact, they still care about each other and cannot form a combat force at all.

The league got off to a good start, and the rest was much easier.

Medivh gently bowed to Duke first: "Thank you, Duke. Thank you and the Alliance for your contribution to Azeroth."

There, Tyrande and Malfurion also stood up to salute.

Thrall had bitterness in his mouth.

Orcs have never been a rampant race. They have a straight-forward personality and prefer to give back generosity to others. But the orcs now are not generous.

Thrall had no way of knowing if his hometown, Draenor, was still there, and the Alliance blocked all news from the Dark Portal. If the hometown had been portrayed as Orgrim's life, then after the hometown exploded, the last orc was on Kalimdor's side.

The orcs in their early 100,000s, no matter how elite they are, are still too small compared to the league ’s population base of nearly 10 million. Moreover, even after going through this crisis, who would dare to pack tickets will not kill it again. Although Thrall also understands that under the premise of the danger of the world's demise, any post-war covenant will now only be a piece of waste paper, but Thrall's careful liver is still trembling!

While trying to prevent the Burning Legion from dying out of the world, and how to keep alive with the tribe, this is where Thrall struggles.

Thrall was still too young, and his expression was almost written on his face.

Duke couldn't help laughing, but his face was positive: "However, the Alliance's first time in Azshara was too late to withdraw from Mount Hyjal. So I hope that the Alliance's troops will be allowed to withdraw when it is impossible to do so. . "

Tyrande and Thrall thought for a while and nodded: "Yes."

After all, the night elves have repeatedly emphasized that they have a big move, but it takes time, then in turn, as long as they can get enough time, no one wants to lose all of their elite to the bottomless pit of the Burning Legion.

So Duke pointed out a place in the large map in the middle of the conference room room: "I hope that when the first line of defense in the league can't carry it, it will retreat down from here."

When Duke spoke, he looked at Thrall: "Sorry, the first team of the league was mostly mechanized troops, and it was difficult for them to retreat into the ashes of the forest."

Thrall was hard-working, and he instinctively wanted to refuse. Because Duke is pointing at Nushuihe!

The Nushui River is the dividing line separating Azshara and Ashenvale. The source of the north lies on Mount Hyjal, but the lower reaches of the south pass through the new main city of the tribe, Orgrimmar!

If it weren't for the world's possible destruction, a mechanized infantry regiment of the Alliance passed by the gate of its main city?

Can the tribe fall asleep?

If Thrall is a careless leader, he will most likely refuse.

But who is Thrall?

Man destined to become the chief of the tribal legend!

Regardless of his original history or this life, he will be praised by countless orcs and even the Alliance. Not only his wisdom, but also his chief warriors of all ages will not reach his high-minded and fair heart.

In that mouth full of fangs, Thrall spit out two words: "Yes."