Chapter 1748 Galakrond

Those in power should never put all their eggs in one basket unless they are in dire straits.

Therefore, what Duke can do is not only avoid the most dangerous areas and allow people and soldiers to evacuate to relatively safe areas as much as possible, but also expand the scope of that safe area.

For example: Duke clearly remembers that the North County Monastery, which is the human novice area in the game, had a field with a lot of wolves running around on the east bank across the river. However, this area will be completely reduced to scorched earth in the catastrophe.

Does that mean evacuating people and property to North County Abbey?

of course not!

Evacuations must be extended to all of Elwynn Forest.

Similarly, in the Western Wilds, now renamed the Western Fertile Area, a miniature volcano named [Earthfury Crack] will appear near the Gold Coast Mine.

Duke personally inspected it and found that the geological conditions there were indeed relatively fragile and it was also a priority evacuation area. But people can't just concentrate on Sentinel Territory or Yuexi Town and end the problem.

If possible, when a major disaster strikes, it is best to evacuate everyone as a family unit to a vast field.

This can avoid having to serve one pot.

As for the most valuable artworks or important personnel, they were brought to the two floating cities of Dalaran and Naxxramas. Also stored on it are a large amount of food and water. If necessary, use two floating cities as the doomsday ark...

Duke continued to listen to the reports from various places and frowned.

"80% of the evacuation has been completed, and the rest will be completed within three days." Khadgar reported.

Duke asked Ilucia in the magic mirror: "What's the reaction of the people?"

"Thanks to the master's good governance and trust in the alliance, it is generally relatively calm. There has been no panic buying in various places. 89% of the people have been resettled in the refuge area, and food and water have been prepared for fifteen days."

Duke turned to Kurdran and asked, "Where is the Air Force?"

"It has been dispersed. We are also prepared for the worst. If the magic network is temporarily cut off, we will restore traditional communication with griffons and flying battleships. The old-style beacon tower has also been set up."

At this time, Tirion Fordring asked: "Well, Duke, since you can predict the general location of the disaster, should you also give the tribe a copy of the terrain changes you foresee?"

Duke was silent, closed his eyes, and thought for five seconds before nodding: "Okay."

The integrity of the Paladin is a virtue.

Unfortunately, this virtue is destined to be possessed only by a few people.

A true superior person would never be able to be so selfless.

However, Duke didn't mind giving Tirion a face and finally gave Thrall a gift. If the historical trend of the tribe is still irreversible, I am afraid that Thrall's days as warchief have entered a countdown.

To be honest, Duke didn't need to rely on the Cataclysm to trick the tribe.

The territory of the tribe was originally extremely barren, resulting in most areas being vast and sparsely populated.

In the tribal-controlled areas of Kalimdor, not a single city would be destroyed by the cataclysm. On the contrary, there is a lack of resources in the wide-area concept.

When the alliance's summons reached Thrall, Thrall was stunned for a long time.

He forcibly frightened the riot of fire elements, and one-fifth of the entire Orgrimmar had been burned. He was forced to confront this devastated mess after he angrily ordered the Twilight cultists who had died a million times to be hanged.

Hundreds of requests for logging landed on his desk.

He knew very well that if he really asked the Alliance for wood according to the needs of this group of animals, the night elves would probably go crazy and even start a war on the spot.

Who knows, Duke personally informed him in his handwritten letter that this might just be the beginning...

The western part of Durotar is likely to be flooded by the swollen Raging River.

The Thousand Needles area and Shining Plains may also be flooded.

If this was a nightmare, Thrall would rather he never fell asleep.

This is really terrible.

Just as the Alliance is well prepared, the tribe is waiting for the doomsday judgment to come, located in the underground palace of Deep Rock Continent on the earth elemental plane.

A violent voice suddenly sounded throughout the entire underground world.

"Pain!"

"suffering--"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

If Duke were here, he would definitely recognize the owner of this voice on the spot - Deathwing Neltharion!

In this special plane far away from the world of Azeroth, non-earth elemental creatures that are not protected by special energy or earth element magic will be crushed to death by the tide of soil in an instant.

Because there is no sky and no water here. There is only endless mud and violent lava rising from time to time.

Neltharion, who was once extremely arrogant and betrayed the entire dragon clan, is now nothing more than a pile of broken dragon remains.

A hollow dragon head, a spine with only half of it left, a pile of ribs each broken into at least three sections, and incomplete tail and claws.

The so-called Deathwing is nothing more than a joke now.

Next to Deathwing, there was another huge dragon corpse, the corpse of his son Nefarian.

Countless illusory octopus tentacle-like tentacles stretched out in the void.

"Too weak! Too weak! Neltharion, you are really too weak!" That was the voice of the ancient god N'Zoth.

"My master - for the sake of my hatred - give me another chance -" Neltharion, who was once extremely arrogant, is now just a grandson.

"This is really the last chance..." N'Zoth sneered.

In the void, a spine suddenly appeared.

It seemed that the spine was as big as a hill, dozens of times larger than Neltharion's entire dragon when he was alive.

If it was also a giant dragon, wouldn't it be thousands of times larger than Neltharion?

But Neltharion felt a hint of familiarity on that huge bone.

"Is it familiar? Are you moved? It's precisely because you defeated it that your five guardian dragons achieved twenty-five thousand years of glory!" N'Zoth smiled sinisterly.

Neltharion suddenly remembered, and his soul exclaimed: "Galacrond!?"

"That's right, the bones of Galakrond!"

It was an era before dragons. There was a group of archaeodragons living on the land of Azeroth. They were the most primitive dragons.

Without the wisdom and strength of a dragon, they are just a group of ordinary beasts who prey on other animals to feed themselves.

However, due to some unexplained reasons, some dragons have a certain degree of intelligence and can communicate in primitive languages, and can consciously cooperate to hunt. Among them are the gray dragon Neltharion, the red dragon Alexstrasza, The light yellow dragon Ysera, the blue dragon Malygos, the brown dragon Nozdormu, and the golden dragon Talonixia, etc.

And Galakrond, the giant ancestral dragon who would later be called the 'Father of Dragons', also lived in that era...