Chapter 911 Argument Before the War (Part 2)

After Duke finished speaking, Tyrande and Malfurion suddenly felt horrified.

They have all been deceived by their fixed mindset.

That's right, for tens of thousands of years, if you want to go from Azshara to Mount Hyjal, you have to make a big circle, starting from Ashenvale in the west, then to Felwood in the northwest, and finally back to the west of Mount Hyjal, from the west Go up the mountain on the lowest mountain road.

But they forgot that as long as they did not enter Mount Hyjal, the actions of the demons of the Burning Legion were unrestricted in principle.

Therefore, there is a possibility that the three parties deployed heavy troops in Ashenvale. As a result, the demons ignored these intercepting troops and ran directly to the mountains to the north of Ashenvale, along the mountains directly to Mount Hyjal, which is higher in altitude. foot of the mountain.

Tyrande pursed her lips slightly.

Duke spoke: "So, I suggest that our alliance should resist Azshara's landing point, and then defend the second game at the foot of Mount Hyjal or in the open space on the mountainside. Moreover, the alliance welcomes the night elves and tribes to join us. We have military observers on both lines of defense."

Everyone doesn't know what a military observer is, but as the name suggests, Duke is so generous that he allows both sides to send people to supervise the army?

No, this is not even the Warlord anymore, this is completely a calm display of the alliance's military essence to temporary allies.

Queen Xi couldn't sit still, and the words of the wind drifted into Duke's ears: "Duke, is this really okay for you? Forget about the night elves, the tribe..."

Duke smiled and said, "You don't understand what kind of person the current tribe and current chief Thrall are. Leave everything to me."

"Okay." Queen Xi chose to believe Duke.

Take one step and think three steps. This is the most basic quality of a leader.

What Duke has to do is more than just think three steps?

This temporary union is terrible right now. If the world was not about to be destroyed, there would be no basis for joining forces.

Who doesn't know that tauren and orcs are the best human shields, high elves are the strongest mages, night elves are best as archers, human knights charge on the flanks, dwarves use guns and tanks, and dwarfs use artillery fire.

Wow! How good it would be to take the advantages of each tribe and mix the troops into one place.

Why did Mao historically require each of the three major factions to have their own camp and resist each other?

It's not that bad debt that's to blame!

The Horde had just killed Cenarius, the night elf demigod, and it had been a mortal enemy of the Alliance for more than ten years. The first and second Dark Portal wars had massacred the Alliance, and the Alliance had later enslaved the orcs, standing on the side of their own race. From the angle, it’s hard to say who is right and who is wrong. Anyway, this is already a bad book that cannot be explained.

On the Alliance and Night Elf side, things aren't much better. Queen Xi sat next to Duke, almost dazzling Tyrande and Malfurion's eyes.

The high elves were exiled by natural elves like them. When a disaster is imminent, who would have thought that he would kneel down to his grandfather and beg his grandma to come back and save his life?

If the person sitting next to Duke is an elf of the legal system, such as Kael'thas, then the absolute force will be more eye-catching.

Fortunately, Queen Xi is a ranger, so the night elves feel better.

To be fair, they were exiled because they were disgusted with the high-level elves' abuse of magic. Duke and Jaina present were also secretly stimulating their nerves.

Therefore, Duke is deliberately being so generous, but it is not paving the way for more sincere cooperation - well, our alliance is willing to play two games, and you can decide on your own.

Seeing Duke like this, Medivh secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What the United Nations fears most is that each family is holding onto its own pockets and refusing to let go. If this continues, the best result is just to forcefully twist into a ball, but in reality they are still focused on their own affairs, unable to form a fighting force at all.

The alliance has made a good start, and things will be much easier to handle later on.

Medivh bowed slightly to Duke first: "Thank you, Duke. Thank you and the Alliance for your contribution to Azeroth."

Over there, Tyrande and Malfurion also stood up and saluted.

There was a bitter taste in Sal's mouth.

Orcs have never been a stingy race. They have a straightforward character and prefer to repay the generosity of others with generosity. But the orcs nowadays are no longer generous.

Thrall had no way of knowing whether his hometown of Draenor was still there, and the Alliance blocked all news from the Dark Portal. If his hometown is as described by Orgrim during his lifetime, then after the explosion of his hometown, the last orcs will be on Kalimdor's side.

There are over a hundred thousand orcs, no matter how elite they are, they are still too small compared to the alliance's population base of nearly ten million. Moreover, even if this crisis is over, who can guarantee that the Alliance will not come back again. Although Thrall also understands that under the premise that the world is in danger of destruction, any post-war covenant will now be nothing more than a piece of waste paper, but Thrall's little heart is still trembling!

It is necessary to do all one can to prevent the Burning Legion from annihilating the world, but also to find a way to preserve some vitality with the Horde. This is where Thrall is struggling.

Thrall was still too young, and his expression was almost written on his face.

Duke couldn't help laughing in his heart, but he had a stern look on his face: "However, the Alliance's first line in Azshara was too late to withdraw to Mount Hyjal. Therefore, I hope that the Alliance's troops can be allowed to evacuate when things cannot be done. ."

Tyrande and Thrall thought for a while and nodded at the same time: "Okay."

After all, the night elves have repeatedly emphasized that they have a big move, but it takes time. On the other hand, as long as they can buy enough time, no one wants to lose all their elites to the bottomless pit of the Burning Legion.

So Duke pointed out a place on the large map in the center of the conference room: "I hope that when the alliance's first line of defense cannot hold it, we can retreat down the river from here."

When Duke spoke, he looked at Thrall: "Sorry, the alliance's first line is mostly mechanized troops. It is difficult for them to retreat into the Ashen Valley, which is full of forest areas."

Sal was a bitter man, and he instinctively wanted to refuse. Because the place Duke was referring to was the Nushui River!

The Wrathwater River is the dividing line that separates Azshara and Ashenvale. Its source in the north relies on Mount Hyjal, but in the lower reaches of the south, it passes through Orgrimmar, the new main city of the Horde!

If it weren't for the possible destruction of the world, would a mechanized infantry regiment from the Alliance pass by the gate of its main city?

Can the tribe sleep?

If Thrall was a fussy leader, he would most likely refuse.

But who is Thrall?

The man destined to become the legendary warchief of the tribe!

Regardless of his original history or this life, he will be praised by countless orcs and even the alliance, not only for his wisdom, but also for his heart that none of the previous war chiefs can reach his level - a fair heart.

In that mouth full of fangs, Sal spit out two words: "Okay."