Just then, Jaina walked over and teased, "I wonder which high priest said that he was only poisoned and then saved by a guy called Du Kang?"
Tyrande leaned over and whispered into Jaina's ear, "Are you going to admit to a stranger that you don't know well that you were taken captive on the battlefield, and that you lost both your body and mind, only to find out that he was the strongest traitor in the Burning Legion, and that you turned the tides and became a great hero? You didn't lose anything, and you even received the approval and blessings of your goddess?"
Tyrande's matter had been thoroughly investigated by Vanessa after she returned. All the women in Duque's harem knew about it.
Even though they knew, they still felt that it was very mysterious!
The leaders of the allied nations that had no interaction with each other before the Battle of Mount Hyjal had already been taken care of by their own men in the future. Just thinking about it made their heads burn.
Aurelia wasn't angry at all. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Why didn't you confirm it before the Battle of Mount Hyjal?"
Tyrande shook her head. "The great hero I know, Du Kang, is a super hero who has the blessing of the Moon Goddess Elune and the blessing of the Life Giver. During the Battle of Seamount and Mountain, Duque didn't have these two blessings. "
So that's how it is.
"Alright, sisters!" Sylvanas finally finished eating and pulled up Duque, whose upper body was covered in lipstick marks. "Since that bastard Duque is finally willing to return from the river of time, let's celebrate —"
Aurelia, Sasha, Illucia, Jaina, and Tyrande all raised their hands in excitement.
"Oh —"
"Hooray!"
"Duque, don't think that just one more vote is enough!"
"Accept your fate —"
Seeing the excited harem, Duque was embarrassed.
"Alright! Luckily, I have Alexstrasza's blessing. "
Hmm, if the Red Dragon Queen knew that Duque used her blessing like this, would Duque be beaten to death?
This, this could also be considered as some kind of happy trouble.
On that day, it was rumored that someone had seen a few sexy Christmas girls at the Gushing Spring Lake going in and out of the place where Duque was staying.
There was even a general of a certain Sentinel troop who claimed that he saw his beloved adoptive mother wrapping a red ribbon around him, treating him as some kind of 'Christmas present' and putting him into a big Christmas gift box. Of course, a certain someone seemed to have been forced by a certain high priest to swear that he had never said such a thing.
All the trifles were tidbits of news, not worth mentioning. There was only one piece of news that swept across the entire Alliance and Horde in the shortest time possible — the great hero of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, who had saved the world many times, had finally returned from the river of time. On the same day, the Night Elves reached an agreement with the Alliance and announced that they would join the Alliance.
After receiving the news, Thrall, who was patrolling Orgrimmar's Valley of Power, suddenly smiled bitterly. "Should I say, as expected of Duke Marcus?"
Beside him, Grom, whose hair had already turned white, suddenly said, "I wouldn't be surprised at all if it's him."
"Unfortunately, he's not from the tribe."
"Indeed!"
Thrall didn't even need to open the map to know how disadvantageous it would be for the Horde if the Night Elves joined the Alliance.
Gray Valley itself was the traditional territory of the Night Elves. Even if his subordinates yelled, "If the Elves don't want to give us more wood, we'll get it ourselves," Thrall had never thought of waging war with the Elves.
The Elves were not a weak race. Even if they lost 100,000 troops in the battle of Mount Hyjal, the Elves were still very powerful, and it was impossible to win without the strength of the entire Horde.
Moreover, the Elves' nest had already been moved to the giant island of Teldrassil. Even if the Horde could occupy Gray Valley, they would not be able to completely dominate the entire continent of Kalimdor. This was because the Black Coast to the northwest of Kalimdor had an extremely long and complicated coastline, and the Elven fleet could land on any part of the coast. The Horde's navy was completely absent.
"Sigh!" Thrall let out a long sigh.
He knew that if Duque sacrificed himself, it would be for the World of Azeroth, but the reproduction and survival of a race was such a cruel thing.
If a race or an organization wanted to survive and develop, they would need more living space and more resources.
Without Duque, the Alliance would be like a plate of loose sand. William, that little brat, would not be able to support such a large Alliance, let alone deal with the incomparably complicated internal situation of the Alliance.
As long as the Night Elves did not join the Alliance, Thrall was confident that he could make use of the Orcs' strong reproductive ability, and use at most two generations of 30 years to make the Horde the overlord of Kalimdor.
It was a pity that the person he did not want to see the most had returned.
At first, he did not feel it, but now it seemed that Duque's plan was extremely incisive. When he first opened up Durotar, he did not think too much about it. Later, he found out that the Alliance had opened up Theramore City in the southern part of Durotar.
Now that the Night Elves had joined the Alliance, it was tantamount to a pincer attack on Orgrimmar from the north and south. This was quite detrimental to the development of the Horde.
Once, the Goblins had mentioned to him that they wanted Azshara's land. If Duque was not here, it might have been possible. But now that Duque was here, the Horde would not have a chance.
It had only been five years since the Orcs came to Kalimdor. The group of refugee children had just grown up, which allowed the Horde's military strength to recover to a little more than 100,000.
With the technical support of the Goblins, the Horde's military strength had greatly increased. Unfortunately, they were still no match for the Alliance.
It was because he had fought alongside the Alliance that Thrall clearly understood what kind of monster the Alliance was now. They could easily mobilize more than a million regular soldiers, and all the youths had to undergo strict military training. In fact, the Alliance had more than three million reserve soldiers.
Moreover, the battle at Mount Hyjal had proven that the Alliance had the terrifying ability to quickly transport more than 100,000 troops across the sea.
With the Burning Legion and the Scourge Army as a common enemy, the Alliance was, of course, happy to cooperate with the Horde. However, after losing the common goal, the conflict between the two sides would definitely be triggered again due to territorial disputes and other issues.
After all, no one had forgotten the hatred of the past. The previous generation of Alliance warriors had all become generals, and they had not forgotten the wanton massacre of the old Horde on the Eastern Kingdom.
Similarly, the Horde had not forgotten the days when they were enslaved by the Alliance.
This hatred would not be so easily resolved.
It was very likely that there would be a war between the Alliance and the Horde in the future.
Thinking of this, Thrall felt a little suffocated. He turned to inform Varrock, "Tell Anastrian that I agree to meet him in secret. He can choose the location, but it cannot be too far from the Horde's territory."
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