Chapter 440 Character Determines Fate

Before the alliance army that gathered from the northeast arrived, the tribe retreated like the ebb tide of the sea. They even dodged the Union infantry who had circled around the Horde's rear and nailed them there like a mainstay.

At this moment, Duke is only short of a feather fan and a fairy-like robe, so that he can pretend to be Brother Zhu. The smile on his face made people look full of confidence.

Obviously he mobilized some known soldiers, but it was like controlling a magic box that could endlessly conjure up thousands of troops, always mobilizing the most suitable troops when needed most.

A fierce surprise attack by Orgrim, under Duke's dispatch, turned into a gorgeous ambush on all sides. Just now, even the city of Lordaeron could see the fast boats from Dalaran and Dalaran coming from the direction of Lake Lordaeron.

Alsace was pleasantly surprised to find that his hometown and his royal city had been saved, and then he remembered something with great horror.

"What if the troops from Dalaran and Gilneas come here, and the tribes of Silverpine Forest march south?"

yes! So what to do?

Not only Alsace, several alliance generals wanted to know the answer to this question.

In fact, Duke really wanted to teach Alsace that the one who rides the white horse does not have to be a prince, but also a Tang monk. Those who are holy knights can also become monks halfway to become the evil demon king. ’, but for the sake of compulsion, and also in order not to reveal the secret. The magic stick Duke glanced at the League Clippers in twos and threes on the calm lake beside him, teasing Alsace.

"Your Highness, ships flying the Alliance flag do not mean they are all Alliance warships. Even warships do not mean they are all carrying soldiers. The Horde will only see the continuous arrival of Alliance support, but they will never know Only ships, food, and sailors came."

Be it Alsace or other alliance generals, they were instantly moved.

Duke once again pointed to the huge army with a well-organized lineup in the northeast: "One hundred thousand troops is not equal to one hundred thousand elite! The real elite are only the front few phalanxes. The latter are only trained for less than three weeks. farmer."

That's right, Duke didn't conjure the magic lamp of the army, he just put the griffin army in front of him for show. Behind them are the peasants who were provided by the local nobles of Lordaeron, but after these days of training, at least when they march, they still look a little bit better. Once the real swords and guns are used, these guys who have not experienced blood and fire, no matter how well-armored they are, they are still cowardly farmers in their bones.

Alsace, who was still young, was shocked: "This... all of this is okay?"

"Why not?" Duke flipped his sweat-soaked hair smartly: "I mobilized so many troops, isn't it just to save the city of Lordaeron that almost fell? As long as you hold it today, wait for your father When the large army arrives, it is time for our alliance to encircle and suppress these two orc troops that have penetrated deep into the heart of the alliance."

Alsace's eyes lit up.

Duke's just-right commands, those realistic camouflages to deceive the enemy, those military arrangements that perfectly fooled his own people... Duke's false and real way of using troops opened Alsace's eyes and showed him What is the way of the commander.

The scenes that Alsace experienced today, like pictures imprinted in his soul, opened doors for him to a wider field, and he felt that he benefited a lot.

Suddenly, Alsace had an impulse. He strode forward and lowered his noble head to Duke: "Your Excellency Marcus...I...can I ask you to be my teacher and learn the art of war?"

Whether it was Duke or the others, they were all stunned.

The master of the most powerful prince on the mainland sounds so tall! Unfortunately, thinking of Alsace who killed his father and master in history, Duke has a disgusting feeling of swallowing flies.

Duke didn't answer, he cast his eyes to the distance outside the east gate. There were countless orc corpses and the remains of more than two thousand civilians lying quietly there.

Duke's pupils shrank suddenly, and he remembered Lilas telling him that Arthas ordered the door to close.

He is not a saint, nor is he capable of saving every civilian in danger on the mainland. In Duke's eyes, there is no choice between saving 300,000 people or abandoning 3,000 people.

If he knew the news of the enemy's attack in advance like Alsace, he would definitely arrange for these civilians to take refuge more safely, instead of waiting until the catastrophe is imminent before deciding whether to abandon these civilians.

Before crossing, Duke often heard an old saying "Don't do evil for small things."

In history, Alsace began to degenerate precisely because the residents of Stratholme who were infected with the plague and were about to turn into zombies were massacred for the sake of the overall situation.

Duke wondered if Alsace would be different in this life. After all, Alsace is now a young man, a relatively innocent prince.

Duke suddenly discovered that character really determines fate—the scene of abandoning three thousand civilians obviously has nothing to do with the original history, and Alsace still made a decision similar to that scene.

Too cruel!

What happened to that Alsace in history may be worthy of sympathy, but this guy is clearly the template of a hero in his bones!

At this point, Duke made a decision. He pointed outside the east gate: "A commander can say that he has to make a decision on who will die at every moment. But the original intention of the commander is to defend the country, defend the The people. And the soldiers who carry out the command of the commander are also willing to give their all for it. I think His Highness should first learn the principles of life and the way of the Holy Light from His Excellency the Archbishop of the Holy Light before learning the way of the commander. "

After all, Duke left without looking back, leaving the stunned generals of Lordaeron and Alsace who was struck by lightning in a daze.

Cleaning up the battlefield and counting losses is of course not done by Duke.

Duke divided the troops into two parts: one part was the 20,000 Stormwind Kingdom infantry from Hillsbrad before, and after one battle, there were less than 15,000 left. Duke let them all enter the city of Lordaeron; the other part was the army from the northern sentry tower, with the Griffon Legion as the core. A large camp was established in the north of the city, forming a corner with the city of Lordaeron. The main purpose is to prevent Orgrim's main force from merging with Grom Hellscream's 100,000 orcs.

On this day, Orgrim was waiting for the ogre troops to arrive, while the Alliance quickly organized the city defenses, and was also waiting for the main force of Lordaeron to return.

Finally at noon the next day, the alliance first waited until Mograine, who had rushed back with his army, rushed back. When the famous Ashbringer saw that the flag of Lordaeron was still planted on the top of the city, the iron-clad man got off his horse on the spot, knelt down and cried, kissing the land of Lordaeron...