Chapter 912 For the Future

Character determines destiny, and experience determines height.

Growing up in human society at an early age gave Thrall a broad vision that many of his predecessors, and even several subsequent warchiefs in history, did not have.

This is determined by his upbringing.

To Duke's surprise, Thrall overcame the doubts of Vol'jin and Kane. Not only did he agree to the Alliance's first formation's retreat from the Wrathwater River, he also generously allowed the Alliance to choose an open space anywhere in the lower reaches of the Wrathwater River in Durotar for the purpose of reorganizing the remaining troops.

Thrall stood up: "I dare not say that I know the Alliance very well, but I know that human cement is a magical thing. It can build a strong fortress group in a short time. If the Alliance feels that there are more sufficient In time, a stronger defense line can be established, then the tribe does not mind defending the first formation at the foot of Mount Hyjal."

There was a slight uproar in the hall.

To be honest, there will be no final decision on who will take the lead. Except for a certain time traveler, no one knows what the strength of the Burning Legion is. Carrying the front is not necessarily a bad thing, because there is probably room for retreat. But carrying it behind may not be a good thing, because as the mountain road becomes narrower, retreat will become more and more difficult.

Minutes after, the night elves are saying that they are not done yet, and they want you to continue to carry on. So, should you carry on or not?

But it is obvious that a wider position will be more conducive to the alliance's artillery placement. Duke really took a fancy to the defensive line on the mountainside.

After all, the situation now is very different from the original history.

It turns out that the alliance is just Jaina's Theramore army participating in the Battle of Sea and Mountain, and the number of troops is naturally pitiful.

Now because Duke has secured half of Lordaeron, almost the entire Alliance is participating in the war. In addition, the radiation leakage incident in Gnomeregan, the main city of the dwarves, that was supposed to have occurred at this time in history, broke out more than ten years earlier. This time, there was no emergency transfer of mechanized troops by the dwarfs to save the situation.

Therefore, the alliance's troops are more sufficient and their numbers are larger.

Of course the night elves will hold the position on the top of the mountain, but the remaining options are the mountainside and the foot of the mountain. But the alliance needs a position on the mountainside, and it also needs the cooperation of the tribe. Now Sal took the initiative and sincerely solved a big problem for Duke.

After a pause, Duke nodded: "Thank you for the tribe's understanding. In exchange, the Alliance will not only provide a large number of sophisticated Holy Light weapons to the tribe, but also provide 500 priests to assist the tribe. And provide 2,000 rangers when the tribe retreats. Troop cover.”

Thrall's eyes were half-lidded. Duke is generous. Although Orgrim warned Thrall more than once during his lifetime to be careful about Duke, Duke's performance in the face of major right and wrong convinced Thrall.

After obtaining the consent of the night elves and allowing the tribe to cut down part of the trees in Felwood Forest to build temporary fortifications, Thrall asked the last question: "Okay! The tribe has only one last question for the night elves."

"You ask." Tyrande raised his head slightly.

"Whether the Alliance or the Horde, we are all prepared to make huge sacrifices for this battle. I just want to know whether the move prepared by the night elves is worth it. I don't need specific strategies or What name, I just want you to look me in the eyes and answer my question."

Magic and stuff are too mysterious for orcs.

Orcs, who are not a native race of Azeroth, don't want to know what the night elves have done for ten thousand years to uphold their oath.

They just trust their instincts.

Tyrande stared at Thrall and replied in an extremely sacred tone: "It's worth it! And once that time comes, even if the night elves are completely wiped out, we will definitely fulfill our oath."

Sal breathed a long sigh of relief: "I have no problem."

At this time, he looked at Duke: "Where is the alliance?"

Duke sighed softly: "No one knows how strong Archimonde is. But I am certain that Archimonde is at least a demigod. No one who has stepped into the realm of heroes can even hurt him. .So I propose that even if the defense line is breached, the strong men of the Alliance and the Horde must find a way to gather on the top of Mount Hyjal."

Thrall narrowed his eyes: "Is it like last time near Dalaran?"

"right!"

Thrall was silent for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened: "To be honest, our tribe has never forgiven you at all, Duke Marcus!"

"Oh?" Duke said lazily, "How could the Alliance sincerely forgive the orcs who massacred cities within the Alliance?"

Thrall didn't care about Duke's words at all. He continued: "But for the sake of this world, we choose to believe in the Alliance, even if it is temporary. I hope that we can cooperate happily before defeating the Burning Legion." Thrall strode forward. , reaching out to Duke.

Typical alliance etiquette.

Duke let out a breath, this feeling was amazing now.

Two races, two major forces.

There is a deep hatred between each other that cannot be resolved, but at this time, they can feel each other's sincerity and choose to trust each other completely.

Perhaps, this is what is destined...evil fate!

Duke smiled: "Please be gentle when shaking hands. I am just a fragile mage. If you use too much force, be careful and I will sue you for attacking the alliance commander."

Duke's speech made Thrall laugh, and he replied gruffly: "I will be careful, like dealing with you human porcelain."

This moment is a moment of great historical significance.

Duke and Thrall's handshake symbolized the first temporary reconciliation between the Alliance and the Horde in the world of Azeroth. In the face of a greater crisis, differences and hostility were abandoned and we cooperated sincerely for the first time.

Tyrande walked up silently and placed her more delicate jade hand on the intertwined fingers of the two.

"For the future of Azeroth!" the three shouted in unison.

A huge war machine spanning eight races began to operate at full speed at this moment.

A few hours later, a spectacular scene appeared in Ashen Valley. Tens of thousands of alliances and tribes were marching along the same road. They were once life-and-death enemies, but now even if they were glaring at each other from a distance of less than five meters, no one would make a move.

There was no sneer, no ridicule, no insult, and no killing in a rage. Everyone was heading towards the same goal and the same destination.

Standing on a high hill, looking at the long snake of people winding in the distance, Sylvanas couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

"I always find it ironic that we actually want to join forces with the tribe."

Duke turned his head: "Is it ironic? I advise you to learn to get used to it. In the future world, it may be an endless war between the Alliance and the Horde, or it may be a unanimous war against foreign enemies. This... is the general trend!"