"Yes! Yes! "
The sword flashed. The result of the battle was naturally Aurelia's defeat.
With the Red Dragon Queen's blessing, Duque was in an invincible position. The only problem was when Aurelia would be defeated.
Aurelia unexpectedly lasted a long time but was defeated in the end.
"I can't! I can't! Spare me — let me go — "Aurelia cried.
"Hehe! Don't losers let winners do whatever they want? "Duque smirked.
"Don't! Don't! Enough! You don't want me to be afraid when I see you in the future … "Aurelia slyly resisted.
Uh, this …
Duque really didn't want Aurelia to develop a phobia of practicing swords. He could only speed up and give her the final blow before hugging her warmly.
"Aurelia! Do you really want a child? "Duque gently played with her brilliant blonde hair.
"Yes. But, let's leave it to fate. " Aurelia gently rubbed Duque's big hand and felt at ease. "Speaking of which, it feels wonderful! I used to want to kill every Orc and Troll. Now I'm a little used to fighting side by side with the strong Horde. "
Duque couldn't help but be speechless. After a while, he laughed. "If the chief of the Horde has always been Thrall and there's enough external pressure … maybe there really is a chance for the Alliance and the Horde to unite peacefully …"
Although Duque himself found it hard to believe that day would come, it was still a possibility. Now that they were facing a great enemy, Duque didn't mind giving the Horde some benefits fairly. It wasn't like he didn't want to try this.
"Even if the Alliance and the Horde have such a grudge?"
"Hehe, it's not rare. When that day comes, Thrall will make a wise choice. "
"What if Thrall isn't the chief and the Horde hates the Alliance?"
"Hehe. In this world, in addition to an equal alliance, there's also a relationship called conquest. "
Duque's gaze seemed to have crossed the distant starry sky, through the endless distance and time, and landed on the Celestial Empire on Earth.
In the beginning, the Han people were just a small tribe that guarded a pitiful few hundred square kilometers of land. After a few thousand years, they finally became the great country that they are today. Did they rely on words?
Stop joking!
Conquering by force and assimilating people was a law that had been used throughout the world and even the entire multiverse since ancient times.
If the orc tribes had won the first and second Great Wars at the Dark Portal, then the ones who would shout 'never be slaves' would be the humans, dwarves, and elves.
Now, the tribe had no choice but to cross the sea and guard the barren land. This predicament was just a consequence of the failure of the invasion.
In the future, whether or not the Alliance would take the initiative to attack the Horde would depend on the strength of the Alliance and the Horde, as well as who was the boss of the Horde. The key was still the timing.
If the Tribe was strong enough, and a strong enemy was about to arrive, starting a war between the Alliance and the Tribe at this time was tantamount to digging their own grave.
If the Alliance had completely suppressed the Horde, and it happened to be in the gap between the two wars in the original history, and if the person in charge of the tribe was no longer Thrall but Brainless Roar, then Duque would have to give it his all.
Duque did not know that at this moment, something big was happening in the tribe.
Grom and the others took advantage of the gap between conquering the Molten Core and attacking Blackwing's Nest to return to the tribe.
The warriors of the Horde always admired the strong. When they found out that Grom and the others had defeated the ancient Elemental Demigod, the King of Fire Demons, Ragnaros, they gave Grom and the others an overwhelming amount of praise. Even the death of three thousand elites was greatly diminished.
In Orgrimmar, the orcs all rushed over to see Grom and the others' spoils of war — pure-blooded Firehawks and small Molten Hellhounds.
Of course, the warriors were more envious of the new Epic equipment that Varrock and the others were wearing.
"What an amazing achievement. This is even comparable to the war wolves that our ancestors tamed in the wilderness."
"The Alliance doesn't look too bad!"
"The Alliance also promised to help us kill the traitor Blackhand?"
Fierce discussions even appeared among the guards on duty beside Thrall.
Thrall suddenly looked back and asked, "Wojin! What do you think of the current Alliance? "
Wojin touched his long fangs, "Fair, fair, and more generous. It is very different from the Alliance you described. "
Thrall emphasized, "I didn't lie to you."
Wojin nodded, "I know. Even Duque himself admitted that during the period when King Terenas led the Alliance, the Alliance made many mistakes and lacked true fairness and justice."
Thrall sighed, "If the Alliance did not make mistakes, the Horde would never have a chance to rise."
This was what Thrall was most worried about.
"As long as there are still strong enemies, the Alliance will not dare to attack the Horde," Wojin reminded euphemistically.
"Yes! War is an opportunity! "
Peaceful coexistence only existed when the enemy was stronger or when the strength of each other was equal. Once the strength was out of balance, the weaker party would definitely be unlucky.
Originally, Westward Kalimdor was a good move. Directly avoiding the Eastern Kingdom, the most powerful continent of the Alliance, avoided direct conflict with the Alliance, and could give the Horde a broad space to recuperate.
As long as fertility and technological development were encouraged, when the new generation of the Horde grew up, the Horde and the Alliance might be able to fight.
Unfortunately, the timing was not good.
The conflict between the Horde and the Night Elves, coupled with the heavy losses suffered in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, caused the Night Elves to fall directly to the Alliance. Now the Night Elves' territory and Theramore, one north and one south, clamped down on Ogrimma, which made the Horde very uncomfortable.
Thrall said solemnly, "Wojin, I would like to introduce you to a very important guest. I am inclined to let him and his race join the Horde."
"I will summon the chiefs." Wojin got up from his seat.
"Wait! Don't call Grom and Kane, they are … a bit too honest. I want to hear your opinion first. "
Wojin's eyes were half-closed. He suddenly thought of something, but in the end, he bowed deeply, "As you command, Great Chief."
Surprisingly, Sal did not meet the mysterious guest in the Valley of Heroes. Instead, he took Wo Jin to a cellar deep under the city of Orgrimmar.
Wojin noticed that the guards in the cellar were all Thrall's personal guards.
Opening the door and entering the cave, Wojin's heart suddenly beat wildly.
Now he knew why.
"Hello! Chief Wojin, I am the former King of the Elven Kingdom of Cuel Salas, and now the leader of the Forsaken – Anastrian Sunstrider. "
The appearance of the former Elven King was not particularly surprising, but the existence of the other one was simply shocking.
"Sorry, if possible, I do not want to meet in this way, but for the future of the Horde, I have accepted my new fate." The one who spoke was the former Great Chief of the Horde – Orgrim!
He was standing in this place with the identity of the Undying.
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