Chapter 1977 The End of the Tribal Era

The magic communication projection in the alliance is not a mass-produced television. The illusory three-dimensional large screen used for promotion requires setting up a magic transmission node connected to the magic network in advance, and then sending at least one sky mage to monitor the flow of magic power.

Therefore, at best, one large screen can be placed in each densely populated area.

As the picture shows, the super elemental giant controlled by Duke strikes at the neck of Brainless Roar like a logging field with an axe.

Originally, every square in the alliance was always filled with discussions and low exclamations, making the square seem noisy.

But at this time, every square in the alliance seemed to have been cast by some kind of silencing magic, and squares of all sizes gradually became quiet.

Quietness is just an illusion before the storm.

One axe, two axes, three axes...seven axes!

When the elemental giant's ax finally acted like an executioner, ruthlessly cutting off Garrosh's huge and ugly head.

The crowd remained quiet for a few seconds.

But in these few seconds, it felt like the emotions of everyone in the alliance were like springs being pushed to the bottom.

When the pressure reaches the end, it will either collapse or the most complete...explosion.

Sally Whitemane's excited voice sounded just at this moment——

"Did you see it? People of the Alliance! Every soldier who fought hard or stayed at his post! Did you see it? Just now, Duke Marcus, the supreme commander of the Alliance, finally used his elemental giant to chop down Killed the head of Horde Warchief Garrosh Hellscream!"

"The death of Garrosh, who colluded with the ancient god Y'shaarj, symbolizes the destruction of the evil tribe!"

"The Alliance wins!"

"Long live the Alliance——"

The passionate emotions had been brewing for a long time, and they were finally released most completely at this moment.

boom--

The next moment, the cheers of countless Alliance people burst out, resounding through the sky and every corner of the Alliance territory.

From the most prosperous Eastern Kingdom continent, to the ice and snow Northrend that has long been planned and allocated, to Kalimdor, which has been in conflict for more than ten years, and finally Pandaria, which has recently joined the alliance.

On every continent in Azeroth, the Alliance people's fanatical shouts arose!

"Long live the Alliance!"

"We won!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and their fists.

The passionate girls kissed every Alliance soldier they saw.

The older generation of Alliance members kept wiping their tears in excitement. The cruel images of their homes being destroyed by tribes appeared in their minds over and over again. The voices and smiles of their deceased relatives could still be recalled over and over again.

"Long live!" In front of Orgrimmar, the Alliance soldiers shouted various slogans and drove out every alienated orc.

"Is it over?" Queen Xi, Muradin Bronzebeard, Jean, Tirion, Gavin Rad and other old people who had participated in the second Dark Portal War still felt a little incredible.

"It's over!" Duke said with great certainty.

Beneath him, the headless giant Garrosh could no longer maintain his form. A large amount of sour and smelly blue and white liquid flowed from his body, which was purified by the holy water prepared by Duke in advance.

Nearly ten air transport ships poured holy water from Naaru to the scene.

"Zizzizi!" Without the support of evil power, Garrosh's body shrank rapidly, and in less than half a minute, he turned into a headless and handless body.

"Alas!" The sigh of an old tribal hero echoed in the magic network.

Duke didn't know how to face Grom. This kind of thing, no matter how you deal with it, will only become awkward.

Duke shook his head and told himself: I am a human, a human from the Alliance!

He clicked lightly, and the elemental giant that had just unleashed its might was instantly annihilated in the air, and all the elements returned to their respective elemental realms.

"Huh--" Duke let out a long breath and looked at the brown-red soul dancing in his palm. There, there was still a trace of Garrosh's soul that had not been eliminated, and he kept roaring in anger. It's a pity that his soul was imprisoned by Duke in that palm-sized place.

Without hesitation, Duke clasped his hands together, and his powerful soul power directly crushed and grinded away the last of Garrosh's soul.

Duke sighed: "It's finally over!"

If Garrosh is killed directly, there will be no so-called [King of Draenor].

Duke was really fed up with those enemies who deserved to die but were unclean, and would come back to cause trouble again.

Pandaren boss Zhu Taran stepped forward: "Your Excellency, Commander, actually... we Pandaren still believe that a fair trial would be better..."

Duke did not back down: "The Horde caused tens of millions of casualties to the Alliance. This disaster was more serious than the damage caused by the Horde in Pandaria. The Alliance has tried to solve the problem in a peaceful way, and gathered in Azeroth The power of all intelligent races to face the Burning Legion and the Old Gods. I am sorry that the Horde has failed the Alliance. So, this is the judgment the Alliance gives to the Horde."

Kill the chief!

Destroy all tribes!

"Okay, I will report it to Emperor Shaohao."

"Emperor Shaohao will understand the alliance's approach." Duke said solemnly.

A few days later, in the wasteland of the Valley of Eternal Blossoms, the erudite traveler Zhou Zhuo and a group of alliance heroes witnessed the emergence of Shaohao's soul. With the help of the Four Gods and Shaohao, the First Tree grew again in the Valley of Eternal Blossoms, symbolizing the end of the war in Pandaria and the beginning of the reconstruction of the Valley of Eternal Blossoms.

More importantly, while the Alliance sent millions of soldiers to wipe out the remaining orcs on the continent of Kalimdor, it also held a throne meeting.

Duke sat on the commander's seat, and a dozen alliance leaders nearby sat on thrones distributed in a ring. Everyone's attention fell on the special representatives at the bottom of the throne.

Duke cleared his throat: "Let me emphasize. The Darkspear trolls only represent the Darkspear clan. High elves and humans once formed an alliance, which is different from jungle trolls such as the Amani trolls and the Evilbranch clan. Just like the blood elves now It’s like the night elves are a different race. I say this, is everyone clear?”

All the leaders nodded.

"Okay, now, the alliance will launch a public vote on whether to allow tauren, darkspear trolls, and the forgotten to join the alliance. Leaders who have the right to vote are asked to raise their hands."

Baine, Vol'jin, and Dranosh below were all anxious.

The Horde is finished, and the era of Alliance unification of the entire Azeroth is inevitably coming. As the core race of the tribe, joining the Alliance is the only way out.

In the past week, the Alliance has wiped out millions of tribes consisting mainly of alienated orcs. Nowadays, the three tribes combined only have a few hundred thousand people, which is not enough to fill the gap between the alliance's teeth. So taking advantage of the destruction of the orthodox tribe, the three tribes jointly submitted an application to the alliance to join the alliance.