Chapter 753 It’s Not Easy!

When the Alliance and the Horde broke away from contact, the Horde army moved away to the west, and when the 80,000 Scarlet Crusaders camped next to Dalaran, a large number of school officers and lieutenants gathered around the main camp tent.

"What are you doing!? Do you want to rebel?" Mograine was a little angry. These were all his soldiers. When they were almost attacked by the Scourge Legion and the Horde at the beginning, everyone was obedient, but now they ran out to rebel. gram? Isn't this a slap in the face?

"No! Your Excellency Marshal Mograine, we just want to know an answer from His Excellency Commander Marcus. No matter whether the answer is in line with our wishes, we are still the generals of Lordaeron and the Alliance." A very The Alliance Brigadier General, who was obviously elected, first gave an impeccable salute, and then asked everyone's question: "Why should we let the tribe go!?"

Duke's eyes were electric, sweeping the audience from left to right, and then raised his chin slightly: "Before I answer your question, let me ask you a question first - I - Duke Marcus, like a tribal traitor ?"

Everyone was stunned, and immediately looked a little embarrassed.

If Duke, who personally ended the two wars between the Alliance and the Horde and was promoted to the great hero of the Alliance because he killed millions of orcs, was a traitor to the orcs, then humans should just stop playing tricks and all commit suicide by jumping into the sea.

"How is this possible! You are the great hero of our humanity."

"Sir, please stop joking."

"We have no intention of questioning your order, but we didn't get an answer and we really couldn't sleep!"

"That's right! Most of our hometowns were burned down by orcs, and many of our elders died at the hands of orcs. We are suddenly told not to attack the rebellious orcs. We feel so uncomfortable."

Mograine could fully understand their feelings. The former enemies and yesterday's slaves suddenly became possible allies. No one could bear this. But what if Duke is angered by making such a fuss and leaves Lordaeron alone in his anger?

Mograine and Abbendis were furious.

Duke waved his hand to stop Mograine and Abbendis who were about to have a fit, and said with a smile: "What do we think we should do?"

Someone shouted on the spot: "Destroy the Scourge first, then arrest and hang all the orcs who dare to kill the prison guards and escape!"

Duke continued to ask: "Okay, next question, do you know how many troops the Scourge has?"

"Uh, a million?" This is conservative.

"Don't say one million, as long as we have a complete queue and FFF flamethrowers, we are not afraid of ten million!" This is obviously an optimist.

At this time, Duke's face suddenly turned cold as if by magic, and his expression became frighteningly gloomy.

Duke raised his finger high: "Hmph! Don't say that you only have 100 sets of flamethrowers for every 10,000 people. It's useless to give you 10,000 sets! Do you know how many troops the Scourge has? One hundred million! At least one hundred million!"

As soon as Duke said these words, the whole place felt as if it was suddenly blown by an icy wind. All the school officers and lieutenants shuddered at the same time, and then all gasped.

"Isn't it!?"

"How can this be!"

Duke's chin raised slightly: "That's right! There are only more than 10 million humans in the entire Eastern Kingdom. But don't forget that making undead soldiers does not necessarily require zombies made of living people. For the Scourge Legion, skeleton soldiers A soldier too.”

Duke didn't ask charades and told the answer directly.

When the school officers and lieutenants heard this, they were all shocked on the spot like a thunderbolt from the blue, and were speechless for a long time.

Duke waved his hand and said loudly: "I also know that it is difficult for you to accept, but the Scourge are such bastards! They will pluck all your ancestors from their resting places and turn them into soldiers who slaughter living people. So we have to What we are facing is not a million or two million scum-like targets, but probably hundreds of millions of skeleton soldiers. If you don’t want to be submerged by the sea of ​​the undead and become a part of being bound by purgatory, just go down and prepare to fight."

The officers dispersed and hurried back to their squadrons and squads to announce the terrible fact to the soldiers. For a time, there were exclamations and curses one after another in the military camp.

Mograine was a little embarrassed: "Duke, thank you for your hard work."

"No! They have to figure this out sooner or later. Otherwise, they will always have a thorn in their hearts."

Abidis' facial muscles twitched: "Are there really 100 million skeleton soldiers?"

Duke looked up to the north: "That's an exaggeration. Arthas doesn't have that many lichs and cursed cultists who control skeleton soldiers. Ten million undead soldiers are as high as the sky. But 100 million undead soldiers, then There must be, unless we..."

Duke said nothing.

That 'unless' is a very cruel thing to the people of Lordaeron. Because this meant that people in every town had to dig out the bones of their ancestors and then burn them with fire.

Even if the people of Lordaeron agreed to do this, it would be almost impossible. The people of Lordaeron have thrived on this land for 2,800 years.

Before Arthas killed his father, Lordaeron probably had a population of over six million. It is impossible to calculate how many generations have passed and how many people have died in 2,800 years.

Even if it were to be burned, it would not be possible with the existing manpower and material resources.

Back in the military tent, Mograine asked anxiously: "What should we do now?"

Duke gestured on the military map, constantly moving the chess pieces that symbolized the town's military strength: "It's a good thing that the main force in Alsace was defeated, but don't forget that the Scourge is more powerful than the locusts. We need to contact all of them quickly. In the towns of Lordaeron, gather all the effective forces, withdraw what should be withdrawn, and defend what should be defended. We cannot allow the Scourge to expand endlessly."

Seeing the direction in which Duke moved the chess pieces, Mograine and Abbendis simply collapsed. If another person did this, they would probably curse.

Because Duke completely vacated the city of Lordaeron and withdrew all the troops in Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest to the coast of Beiliu. To the east, they directly abandoned the holy city of Stratholme and reduced all their forces to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and the Hand of Tyr in the east.

The territory of nearly 2,000 kilometers from east to west in the middle was all given to the Scourge in one fell swoop.

Mograine's eyelids twitched wildly: "We cannot use the Sodorir River as our line of defense..."

Duke interrupted: "If Keldaron is not the lair of the Cult of the Damned..."

The generals in the big tent turned pale again.

There were several generals who wanted to argue, but Duke took out his trump card - Queen Kallia's staff.

"In the name of the Alliance Commander and Queen Leah Menethil, I ask you to execute the order. Those who refuse will be punished as deserters!"