Chapter 1695 A Father’s Request

Is face or inside important?

If possible, of course it is necessary to both save face and gain actual benefits.

Whether in history or in this life, Alsace is a pragmatist at heart.

In the Stratholme incident in history, Arthas could hypocritically wait for the citizens to become undead, and then cry out with tears in the name of justice to 'purify' the citizens of Stratholme.

For the sake of a higher goal in his heart, he, who was still the prince of Lordaeron at the time, did not hesitate to tarnish his reputation, order massacres, and get his own hands dirty.

When things couldn't be done, Alsace finally faced reality.

"Withdraw the elites!"

Following a spiritual command from the Lich King, the Scourge's defenses were significantly weakened at the remaining important fortress points.

"Huh?" Whether it was Varian, Magni, and Sylvanas who were commanding from the front, or Kael'thas and Jaina who were supporting and shooting from the rear, they all immediately felt the changes in the Scourge.

Although the coalition's attack was protected by the two floating cities of Dalaran and Naxxramas, which had been temporarily repaired, and avoided the pain of an upward attack, the endless stream of natural disaster soldiers still caused great trouble for the advancement of the battle line.

Things are different now. In the past, every key node or fortress had to have a death knight or lich to control the situation.

The attacks in the past few days have been found to be extremely smooth, and no mid-level undead creature can be found, let alone high-level ones.

The undead who stayed behind would either rush out in a swarm to deliver food; or they would stick to their own positions and only attack enemies who entered one-third of an acre of land. The momentum of bullshit, sit back and watch them be killed, and then wait for the fate of destruction to fall on you in a while.

"Is it finally the decisive battle?" Duke tapped the command table with his right index finger, and then issued an order: "Send the order to let the Silver Hand and all the powerful men at the hero level or Huiyue level and above rest for three days. Frontline Leave it to the deputy general to take command."

Duke's order was quickly implemented, and also attracted a somewhat unexpected visitor.

"Oh? Varok, why are you here?"

The person who came was naturally Varok Saurfang. This orc who was loyal to the warchief looked much older. Not only was there a faint sign of hunchback, his hair, beard, and temples were actually much grayer than the previous day.

The only son is dead, so it’s almost like he died overnight!

Duke sighed. In a sense, he was just sitting back and watching little Saurfang die. If Putres is the mastermind and Alsace is the culprit, Duke can at least get an accomplice.

Unfortunately, due to different races and positions, it is destined that he cannot consider things from the perspective of the tribe.

In a sense, little Saurfang died, and the Horde also lost the opportunity for a second Thrall. Although this chance is not great in the first place.

But Duke respected Varok.

He is brave and loyal. In the original history, he was a warrior who survived the first Dark Portal to the era of Legion and was still active on the front line.

"Your Excellency Duke Marcus, I hope to at least join the League of Heroes as an individual."

Duke looked at the vicissitudes of his face and the big, half-protruding eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and sighed again.

Duke can totally understand what the tribe is doing. The sacrifice of the tribe was already great enough. An army of more than 200,000 people was destroyed in one fell swoop. There were two powerful leaders at the leader level. One was the strongest mage, and the other was a rising star who might have become the next chief.

It would be foolish to say that Thrall has no resentment.

The tribe's talent is now withering. If another leader of a major race dies, such as Kane or Vol'jin, then the tribe's situation will definitely fall apart.

In fact, privately, Thrall was absolutely opposed to King Varufal coming to attack Icecrown Citadel. On the surface, Thrall couldn't find a reason.

Varok continued to mind his own business and said: "Dranosh is my only son. He is a good boy. He has the bravery and fearlessness of the orcs, and the overall view that the orcs often do not have. I once put all my hopes and future into the future. It's a pity that since fate has destined the Saurfang family to end, I will accept this fate."

Suddenly, Varok's muscles tightened and bulged: "But in the end, not as a commander, not as an orc, but just as a father... Even if I can't complete his redemption, I will at least let him Rest in peace!"

Father! ?

This word touched Duke's heart deeply.

He suddenly thought of the child in Alleria and Vereesa's belly.

yes! He was already a father.

From the moment they were conceived.

If it were him encountering Varok, he would probably go crazy.

"Okay, Varok, I agree. This resonates with me as a father."

"You...you agreed?" Varok seemed still unconvinced. Because the rash addition of an outsider is likely to have a great impact on teamwork. As the commander of the orcs, he certainly knew the dangers a subordinate who might go berserk would pose in an elite group with extremely low error tolerance.

"Thank you! Duke Marcus." Not knowing what to say at all, Varok's face was a little stiff, and in the end he just touched his head.

Duke thought about it and chose to comfort Varok, although it made him feel quite hypocritical: "Varok... death is not the end. Even our alliance can accommodate Darion Mograine and him The Knights of the Ebon Blade. If we can successfully defeat Arthas, there must be many undead strong men who can break free and join the great cause of fighting the Burning Legion."

"This...oh, this is also..." It suddenly occurred to me that my son might still have a chance to return to his side, even if it is as an undead, but his son is his son, and the soul in the shell is still the one who has been with him for twenty years. After years of being in his soul, Varok suddenly felt better.

yes! Hope is not completely gone yet.

After thanking him profusely, Varok retreated.

But at this time, Duke remembered something quite serious that he had to be concerned about.

The original history has long been messed up by his ruthless butterfly. If there is a goddess of fate, he must be the bastard who raped her countless times.

Here comes the problem. Originally, after Alsace was completely wiped out in history, in order to prevent the undead and undead from rioting in the world, Bolvar Fordragon, who was burned in flames and had his soul tortured by two fools, succeeded the Lich King and became the Lich King. The third generation.

Now that Bolvar is alive and kicking, then... if there really must be a Lich King, how can Duke have the noble and fortress soul to take the position of the Lich King?