The strength of the Alliance and the Horde was already disproportionate. Wo Jin couldn't imagine how much cohesion the Horde would have if they lost Grom, Cain, and Sal. Maybe the Horde would not be destroyed, and maybe there would be new Horde heroes to lead the Horde. In any case, the decline of the Horde would be inevitable.
If there was another big incident like the attack of the swarm, maybe the Horde would have to 'join' the Alliance again.
The Orcs in the old Horde had to wear slave collars because they were defeated.
This time, the warriors of the Horde might have to wear slave collars themselves because they begged for the reproduction of the race. Perhaps the higher-ups of the Alliance would proclaim that this was an amalgamation of the races, or perhaps a wise leader like Duke would play down the past grudges and not wear any humiliating marks on the Horde. But to the warriors of the Horde, this decision itself was like a slave collar.
Suffocation, terror, uneasiness, all kinds of negative emotions surged into Wo Jin's heart.
Heroes could not be replicated.
If Duque really had a way to not use it …
Wo Jin didn't dare to imagine it anymore.
The first landing point of the [Dark Flash] was far away from Duque. According to C 'Thun's current rhythm of sweeping 180 degrees clockwise in a semicircle, Duque only needed to lift his legs and run two steps to reach the safe zone.
The shock of the Horde's powerhouses fell into Duque's eyes. He didn't say a word and watched this scene coldly.
Duque knew that as the biggest core of the Alliance's formation, his every move would be a signal. It could even be said that if he ordered to clean up the Horde first, except for a few upright people like Tirion Fordring, most of the Alliance's powerhouses would be happy to immediately turn around and eliminate the unstable factor of the Horde first.
Even if the Alliance and the Horde had cooperated for the third time in the Battle of Calamity, Mount Hyjal, and the battle of the swarm, presumably no one would forget the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde. Even if it was a tragedy caused by drinking demon blood by mistake and maliciously led by people with ill intentions …
Having a reason to forgive did not mean that it would definitely be forgiven.
However, at this moment, Duque had a feeling of being in a trance.
It was the feeling of standing at the crossroads of history and controlling fate.
There had never been such a clear feeling of one person controlling the fate of millions of people from the two major forces, or even all the living beings on Planet Azeroth.
Perhaps it would be more beneficial for the Alliance to let Sal die here and let the tribe become a pile of loose sand. The Alliance that had swallowed up the Horde might be even more focused on fighting against the Burning Legion and the Ancient Gods. Perhaps this was what Duque, as a human, should do.
However, at this time, Duque felt that it was pointless to do so.
Wasn't the World of Azeroth exciting precisely because of the war epics written by heroes?
Wasn't it precisely because of the strategy of inclusiveness that there were hundreds of races gathered together, regardless of race, occupation, age, or gender?
What if he did?
Wouldn't that be going against the flow of the world?
Duque suddenly laughed because he suddenly remembered his original identity: an insignificant citizen of the Celestial Empire. Since such a large Celestial Empire could be inclusive of 56 races, why couldn't the leader of a small Alliance with only tens of millions of people do the same?!
Duque walked towards the safe zone according to the pre-arranged tactics.
For some reason, in the eyes of others, Duque did not take a step back.
The power of fairness and love nurtured in Duque's heart seemed to erupt at this moment, forming a towering flag in the illusory spiritual world.
Duque made his move. Even though his strength had temporarily fallen to the Breaking Dawn level because of C 'Thun's forceful removal of the Weave and other elements, he was still a well-deserved expert here.
A longbow made of pure holy light suddenly appeared in his hand. Queen Sylvanas looked at it in surprise because the shape of this bow was the bow she and Duque had used to shoot arrows together when the Cataclysm invaded the Well of the Sun.
The slender and sharp spiral sword turned into the sharpest arrow and was nocked on the bowstring.
Every move of Duque's was very fast, but every ranger, including Queen Sylvanas, felt very awkward when they saw it. After all, Duque did not know how to shoot arrows. He was purely copying Queen Sylvanas' posture when she shot the arrow that day purely from memory.
Although it was elegant and efficient for a female elf to use such a posture, if it was a rough man, it would be a little too horrible to look at.
The posture was not the main point. The main point was that Duque could actually forcibly grasp the knack of archery through imitation.
The bowstring vibrated!
The next moment, an arrow suddenly appeared beside the giant claw that Grom and Saar were fighting with.
The golden arrow perfectly pierced through the gap in the shell of the giant claw. The golden arrow tore through flesh and blood, and the stinky liquid split the black void like a line, and then turned into a bloody mist.
After the golden spiral arrow, or rather, the spiral sword, shot through the huge tentacle, before the terrifying light of [Dark Flash] touched it, it made the smallest 180-degree turn in the air. Then, under the guidance of Duque's power, it flew back along the periphery of C 'Thun's body in an arc.
The five trapped people couldn't help but have a thought: When did the Alliance have a god of archery?!
Before they could think too much, Queen Sylvanas had personally demonstrated and shot the second arrow. This time, Queen Sylvanas had used all her strength to shoot the arrow, aiming at it.
Originally, Queen Sylvanas' attack alone was not enough. At the critical moment, a claw popped out from the Emerald Dream and fiercely added another hit.
The giant claw that wrapped around Cain fell one second later.
"Go!" Duque's stern voice came from afar.
"You make it sound so easy …" Grom complained, which was rare for him.
That's right! How to go? The five of them still had at least three seconds of [Broken Tendon], but C 'Thun's ultimate skill only needed one second at most.
At this moment, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the ground under their feet had turned into ice.
The next moment, the ice suddenly bounced up obliquely. They were like marbles bounced off a spring, and their whole bodies flew out of the safe zone.
The powerhouses on both sides caught the five who were bounced off.
"Haduron!" Queen Sylvanas shouted.
"Great Chief!?" Wokin was extremely surprised.
Duque's action showed his attitude. Not only would he not give up Haduron and Beneditas, the two seemingly second-tier heroes in the Alliance, but he even intended to save Saar, the three core figures of the Horde.
Not only the Alliance, but even the powerhouses of the Horde felt the power of Duque's will.
Magni, who passed by Duque, sighed slightly. His nose actually felt sour.
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