Chapter 913 Elite (Lead Givemepower)

"Is this the general trend?" Queen Xi repeated thoughtfully.

General trend.

Throughout the ages, how many people have been sober enough and rational enough to see the general trend clearly?

There are countless fools who are in high positions but think that the whole world is centered on him. They cannot see the general trend, which makes him, his people, and even the entire race pay the most tragic price for this.

She knew Duke's efforts.

How many sleepless nights did Duke spend in order to persuade the leaders of various countries to temporarily put aside their hatred of the tribe?

In order to connect the resources of various factions and give full play to the advantages of each faction, how many easy-to-get benefits did Duke give up?

Duke used his not-so-broad shoulders to almost carry the future of half of the planet Azeroth.

Maybe he has all kinds of bad problems, but as a person and as a leader of the league, Duke has done the best he can.

"Let's go. Since the night elves and the tribe have agreed to our request, we don't need to make a new war preparation plan. Let's go see the soldiers."

"Yeah!" Queen Xi and Jaina beside Duke nodded at the same time.

On the beach of Azshara, huge towers rose from the ground. They were temporary mage towers. Of course it's not as good as the original Mage Tower, but as a pure magic power increase, it's already amazing.

A little further away from the mage tower are modular bunkers. These bunkers were of the same size, about twenty square meters in size. A few days ago they were just steel frames. After being transported thousands of miles from Ironforge to here, it was quickly poured with cement that was mixed on the spot.

The bunker that is now beginning to take shape is being covered up by human engineers using shovels to pile sand and gravel on top.

Inside the bunker, there will be a dwarf cannon, or several crossbowmen using exorcism arrows blessed by the Holy Light.

Using the bunker group as a cover, in the middle of Azshara are artillery positions that are well-proportioned.

Given enough time, Duke was even willing to build an east-west railway in Azshara. Unfortunately, this is a position destined to be abandoned, so what the human engineers and dwarves are busy with is just a huge asphalt road that can accommodate 8 carriages passing in parallel.

"How long will it take to get everything ready?" Duke asked Brann Bronzebeard, who was in charge of defense.

This dwarf prince, who has made adventure his lifelong goal, has big dark bags under his eyes: "You can fight at any time, but the longer the time, the higher the chance of survival for our brothers. They are all good men of the Alliance!"

Looking at the soldiers in the distance who were skillfully preparing for battle, Duke was filled with emotion.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring here the elites of the alliance who had never been here before.

These soldiers are no ordinary new recruits.

Most of them are veterans who participated in the first and second Dark Portal Wars. When they joined the army, the youngest was a young soldier of fourteen or five years old, and the oldest was only a young soldier of eighteen or nineteen.

They come from various countries, and most of them have experienced the most brutal capital defense battles. At the worst, they have participated in two major battles involving more than 200,000 people.

In the wilderness, deep in the jungle, and in the swamp, they lit bonfires, set up camps, endured mosquito bites, ate stinky dried meat and wheat cakes, and then risked their lives to fight with people far larger than them. Fight huge enemies.

Orcs, trolls, ogres, and even several-story-high gronn.

They have never been timid.

Repeatedly in the baptism of war day by day, little by little he transformed from a clueless rookie into an elite veteran across all major battlefields.

Only in this way can he be awarded the rank of sergeant after the Second Dark Portal War.

But this was just the beginning. Then, in preparation for this day, they were arranged to various areas where demons were rampant, and continued to hone their skills and tactics in the bloodiest battles.

They have fought satyrs, fought void trolls, and were even organized to face the "Hellfire" specially summoned by human warlocks.

Time flies and it is fifteen years.

After such a long period of time, most of them have entered middle age, and the youngest is nearly thirty years old. They have their own families and children.

In many kingdoms that cannot afford so many full-time soldiers, they will choose to retire these people and send them to become farmers again.

But Duke issued an order to keep these elite warriors who had long passed their peak physical age in the Dark Portal Guards.

Just for this day.

Because they have the best martial arts and the most mature hearts.

You will not lose your courage in an instant just because you see a huge and terrifying demon, and become a waste that is allowed to be ravaged and slaughtered by the demon.

Duke said solemnly: "Assemble the soldiers. I have something to say."

Half an hour later, in addition to the remaining troops, 50,000 soldiers rushed from a vast position of more than ten kilometers from north to south and formed five huge phalanxes.

Duke took the generals (kings) of the alliance, as well as the generals and generals, to the high platform, looked at the entire army, and took a deep breath.

The weather is getting colder, and the slightly cold wind blows on the face, making people's noses hurt.

But Duke could feel that the hearts of the soldiers were hot, and their hot eyes said everything.

Duke raised his hand and struck himself in the chest in a military salute.

Every general below followed with a military salute.

Following the military salutes of the generals was the uniform sound of gold and iron clanking.

On the high platform, Duke took a step forward and looked at the elite of the alliance in front of him, a group of more than 30% low-level professionals, armed with various black technologies, a true tiger and wolf army.

From their eyes, Duke saw vitality, pride, and rising high morale.

There was no manuscript paper, and no manuscript paper was needed. During his fifteen years as commander, Duke developed his incredible ability to deliver unscripted speeches.

Standing in front of a silver magic microphone, Duke's voice spread throughout the army.

"Everyone - why are we gathering in this strange land today to prepare for battle? This is not our land, not our family, the land where our people live and multiply. Why should we fight life and death for it? "

After a pause, Duke asked himself.

"Let me tell you, this is for the survival of the world!"

"This is not a joke! It is not something that is too far away from us!"

"Because what we are about to face is the largest demon army in the history of this world - the Burning Legion! Once Archimonde, the leader of the Burning Legion, seizes the power of the World Tree on Mount Hyjal behind us, the whole world will Life will be polluted and destroyed.”

At this point, there was a low commotion in the five huge phalanxes, but it quickly subsided.

I'm not in a good state tonight, so I'm sorry.