Chapter 1357 My Nose Is Sore

The balance of strength between the Alliance and the Horde has long been disproportionate. Vol'jin really couldn't imagine how cohesive the tribe would still be if it lost Grom, Kane and Thrall in one fell swoop. Maybe the tribe will not be destroyed, maybe there will be new tribal heroes who will step forward to lead the tribe. In any case, the decline of the tribe will be inevitable.

If there is another big event like the Swarm Attack, maybe the Horde will have to 'join' the Alliance again.

The orcs in the old tribe had to be forced to wear slave collars because of their defeat.

This time, the warriors of the tribe may have to wear slave collars themselves because they beg for the reproduction of the race. Maybe the top leaders of the alliance will promote the integration of races, or maybe a wise leader like Duke will downplay the past grudges and not put any humiliating logo on the tribe, but for the tribe warriors, this The decision itself is the slave collar.

Suffocation, terror, uneasiness, and all kinds of negative emotions surged into Wojin's heart.

Heroes cannot be copied.

If there really was anything Duke could do without...

Wojin really didn't dare to imagine it anymore.

[Dark Flash] The first impact point of the cannon is far away from Duke. According to C'Thun's current rhythm of slowly sweeping 180 degrees in a semicircle clockwise, Duke only needs to lift his legs and run two steps. You can reach the safe zone.

The shock of the powerful men of the tribe fell in Duke's eyes. He said nothing and watched this scene coldly.

Duke knows that as the core of the league's formation, every move he makes will serve as a signal. He even said that if he ordered to deal with the Horde first, except for a few upright people such as Tirion Fordring, most of the alliance's strong men would be willing to immediately counterattack and eliminate the unstable factor of the Horde first.

Even though the Alliance and the Horde have cooperated for the third time in the War of Scourge, Mount Hyjal, and the War of the Swarm, no one will forget the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde, even if it was caused by accidentally drinking the blood of demons and maliciously attacking people with malicious intentions. The tragedy that happened under the guidance...

Having a reason to forgive does not mean that you will be forgiven.

However, at this moment and here, Duke felt a sense of trance——

It is the feeling of standing at a historical divergence point and controlling destiny.

It has never been so clear as now, the feeling that only one person can control the fate of millions of people from the two major forces, or even all living creatures on the entire planet Azeroth.

Perhaps it would be more in the interest of the Alliance to let Thrall die here and turn the tribe into a ball of loose sand. The Alliance, which has annexed the Horde, may be more focused on fighting the counterattack of the Burning Legion and the Old Gods. Perhaps, this is what Duke, as a human being, should do most.

But at this time, Duke felt...it would be boring to do this.

Isn't the world of Azeroth becoming exciting because of the numerous heroes writing war epics?

Isn’t it precisely because of the inclusive strategy across races that we have a super-powerful coalition that gathers hundreds of races, regardless of race, occupation, age, or gender?

What if he did this?

Wouldn't that be a perverse move that goes against the current of the world?

Duke suddenly smiled because he suddenly remembered his original identity: an insignificant citizen of the Celestial Empire. Since such a large dynasty can be inclusive of 56 ethnic groups, why can’t the leader of a small alliance with only tens of millions of people not be able to do it! ?

Duke was walking towards the safe area according to the pre-arranged tactics.

For some reason, in the eyes of others, Duke never took a step back.

The power of fairness and love nurtured in Duke's soul seemed to burst out at this moment, forming a standing flag in the illusory soul world.

Duke took action. Even if his strength temporarily fell to the Sun level because C'Thun forced away the magic network and other elements, he was still the well-deserved strong man here.

A long bow made of pure holy light suddenly appeared in his hand. Queen Xi took a second look in surprise, because the shape of this bow was clearly the one she and Duke teamed up to shoot when the natural disasters invaded the Sunwell. That bow.

The long and sharp spiral sword turned into the sharpest arrow and was attached to the bowstring.

Duke's every move was very fast, but every ranger, including Queen Xi, felt very awkward when they saw it. After all, Duke didn't know how to shoot an arrow. He simply used his memory to 100% copy the way Queen Xi shot the arrow that day.

Although a female elf's archery posture is elegant and efficient, if it were a rough man, it would be a bit miserable.

The posture is not the point. The point is that Duke can master the secret of archery through imitation, almost forcibly.

The bowstring vibrates!

The next moment, an arrow suddenly appeared next to the giant claw tentacle that was fighting with Grom and Thrall.

The golden arrow light penetrated perfectly through the gap in the giant claw's carapace. The golden arrow light tore flesh and blood, and the stinking liquid divided the black void like a line, and then turned into a blood mist that filled the sky.

After the golden spiral arrow, or spiral sword, shot off the huge tentacle, before the terrifying light of [Dark Flash] touched it, it made a minimal 180-degree turn in mid-air, and then in Du Under the guidance of C's force, C'Thun flew back in an arc along the periphery of his body.

The five trapped people couldn't help but have a thought: When did the alliance have an arrow god! ?

Before they had time to think too much, the second arrow that Queen Xi personally demonstrated and shot arrived. This time it was a aimed shot that Queen Xi shot with all her strength.

Originally, Queen Xi's attack alone was not enough. At the critical moment, a claw popped out from the Emerald Dream and dealt a harsh blow.

The giant claw tentacle that entangled Kane fell within a second.

"Let's go!" Duke's sharp voice came from afar.

"To put it lightly..." Grom complained in a rare way.

yes! How to go? The [Broken Tendon] state on the five people will remain at least three seconds, but C'Thun's ultimate move will only take one second at most.

At this moment, they were surprised to find that the ground beneath their feet turned into ice.

The next moment, the ice cube suddenly bounced up diagonally. They were like marbles being bounced off by springs, flying towards the safe area like clouds and mist.

The strong men on both sides caught the five people who were thrown away.

"Haduron!" Queen Xi shouted.

"Warchief!?" Wo'jin was filled with endless surprises.

Duke's action showed his attitude. Not only would he not give up Halduron and Benedictus, two seemingly second-tier heroes in the alliance, he even planned to save Thrall, the three core figures of the tribe. .

Not only the Alliance, but even the powerful tribes felt the power of Duke's will.

Magni sighed slightly as he passed by Duke, his nose was actually sore.