Chapter 1983 A Resting Sign

Vol'jin was speechless.

Duke continued:

"As a civilized and intelligent race, even though the tribe slaughtered so many towns and villages in the Kingdom of Stormwind during the first Dark Portal War 30 years ago, they did not massacre all the captives. Although the Tails of Lordaeron followed. It’s a bit inhumane for King Renas to use orcs as slave gladiators, but after all, he didn’t kill any prisoners.”

"Since the current alliance does not intend to do this, it can at least leave a way for the orcs to survive."

"Five years ago, Draenor was definitely too crowded for nearly three million orcs. They had to eliminate themselves according to tradition. For less than three hundred thousand orcs, the place was still very spacious. What's more, as long as If there is another amazingly talented guy among the orcs, similar to Gul'dan, they can still go to other planets."

"Of course, we will not hand over control of the Dark Portal to the orcs."

There are also some things that Duke will not tell Vol'jin, such as installing a batch of bombs in Nagrand that can blow up the Nagrand area.

If you want to build a giant bomb with the goal of blowing up the planet, this approach is obviously unreliable.

It would be much easier to lower the target and instead carry out a secondary collapse strike on the destroyed Draenor.

Duke had long studied Draenor's geological structure.

Without the earth's core and other things, Draenor simply relies on gravity waves that cannot be explained by current science to attract the air on the surface.

The geological structure of the entire Draenor continent is far more fragile than most people imagine. The void is destroying the land of Draenor, and is also sucking away the air, moisture, and various nutrients on the continent.

This makes the land of Draenor like a crunchy biscuit. Not to mention hitting it with a mallet, even with a huge impact, the entire continent may collapse.

In fact, Draenor's collapse was a non-linear acceleration process. When the collapse occurs to exceed 50% of what it was when the alliance came, the collapse speed will accelerate at a geometric level.

Don't let the Burning Legion use the orcs to invade Azeroth again. Once Duke discovers it, they will send all the orcs to the west with a "bang!"

As for whether the orcs will really go to heaven, that depends on their fate.

Duke had been very merciful by not ordering the slaughter of all the orcs.

Wo'jin didn't say anything. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

When he looked up again, Duke noticed that Vol'jin was smiling. This was the first time Vol'jin smiled since he joined the Alliance, although the troll's smile always looked a bit scary.

"how?"

"No, the tribe and I...well, all attachment and reluctance can finally be let go. Next, if the Alliance hopes that the Darkspear Troll can contribute all its strength, I think the Darkspear Troll will be happy to do so." Vol'jin chuckled.

"Huh? What about before?"

"Let's forget about the hypocritical politeness of politicians. Trolls are not good at that. Frankly speaking, it was more out of helplessness before." Wo'jin shrugged. Since the troll's arms are too long, this shrug seems a bit exaggerated.

"Get ready. The jungles of Pandaria need you."

The continent of Pandaria is mostly composed of jungles and mountains. Previously, Naozhairo released a bunch of orcs from small clans there as if they were letting loose, and he didn't take them back when he left. After all, he still wanted to occupy the fertile land of Pandaria.

There are only a few thousand orcs in this group, not many.

Originally, it would be good to invest in the night elves, but for the dark spear trolls, it is better not to give them too much time.

Besides, this is also a letter of nomination.

On the other side, after the Alliance officially announced that the war was over, January 1st was designated as Victory Day, and a grand triumph and celebration ceremony would be held for seven consecutive days, the Alliance people were excited.

"Oooo!"

"We won!"

"The damn tribe is finally finished!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

In the taverns in every alliance territory on the four continents of Azeroth, the bosses made the same decision - free beer today!

"La la la la la!"

The pubs and streets were full of carnival crowds. They held their beer bottles high, drank to their heart's content, shouted and cheered and hugged every Alliance member they met.

Even the most serious alliance army, the Throne Council, ordered that after the necessary security forces were deployed, off-duty officers were allowed to celebrate carnivally, but the security forces could not make any mistakes.

Smiles were woven on the faces of every Alliance member.

Tears also hung in the corners of the eyes of every Alliance member who had lost a relative or friend.

No organization was needed, and every cemetery outside the town, large and small, was quickly filled with people coming to visit graves.

A handful of the simplest flowers collected on the roadside.

A white candle, the most common.

It expresses the condolences of the living to the deceased.

"Dad! Do you know? The alliance has won and the tribe has finally been destroyed. You can rest in peace in heaven." A one-armed middle-aged man in military uniform used his remaining hand to rub the edge of the piece that had no edges and was extremely smooth. tombstone.

"Mom, I survived. I followed your last wish and gave birth to many children. Jeff and John both gave birth to grandchildren for you. It's a pity that Tommy died in the third Dark Portal war..." A man in his fifties The 20-year-old woman burst into tears in front of the monument.

"Child, light a candle for your uncle! If he hadn't blocked the orc's ax for me back then, your father and you wouldn't be here anymore..." An old man pointed at his grandson.

It has been 30 years, and the long-lasting war has caused many tragedies.

From the invasion of orcs, to the raging Scourge, to the coming of the Burning Legion, to the rampage of evil dragons, the elemental lords and the ancient gods setting off a wave of destruction...

The people of Azeroth, especially the Alliance people, have suffered too much.

Although everyone knows that the Burning Legion will definitely come again within ten years, at least the complete destruction of the tribe represents the end of an era and the settlement of a grudge.

The days will continue, and the survivors of that year hugged each other and fell asleep in relief.

Starting from the second day, it was the real celebration and carnival.

The official Victory Day announced by the league is January 1st. But before that, the people had spontaneously started large-scale celebrations.

Countless celebration ideas were created and it inspired countless poets and singers.

With a wave of his hand, Duke sent out the troops that had been assembled but not dispatched this time to participate in the battle against the remaining enemies in Kalimdor and Pandaria. Instead, 90% of the troops participating in the war were replaced.

People flocked to various airports and seaports, waiting for each batch of returning warriors and giving the most enthusiastic cheers.

People sent flowers, wine, lofty praises, and passionate kisses from girls.

The damn war is finally over, even if it's temporarily...