Tyrande sent Duque to the main entrance of the Moon Goddess's temple. Duque opened the portal and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
That was the light of the Moon Goddess!
For the past 25,000 years, this light had shone on the land of Azeroth every night. That kind of gentle radiance that contained divinity, just one glance was enough to make one remember its glittering pride forever.
Elune had witnessed the rise and fall of Azeroth.
From the tragic slaughter of the Dark Empire to the shocking ancient war ten thousand years ago … ….
She had worked tirelessly to heal this scarred world for a long time.
The Goddess Elune was respectable and praiseworthy.
On the surface, Duque was here to communicate with Tyrande, but in reality, he was also greeting Elune.
Regardless of whether Vashj succeeded or not, he had to report it to Elune.
Since Tyrande had repeatedly mentioned forgiveness, it was okay.
"Sigh!" Duque sighed softly.
Elune was worried sick about Queen Azshara and the other fallen Night Elves.
They did not believe in the Goddess and blindly pursued power in their uncontrollable domain. In the end, they attracted the Burning Legion and played out a typical example of playing with fire. Not only did they harm themselves, but they also caused the entire continent to sink, and billions of lives were lost.
No matter how one looked at it, Elune's heart could be said to be great.
If these bastards were Duque's subordinates, they would have been killed long ago, and not even their souls would be left.
Only Elune would be willing to forgive and hope to guide them back on the right path.
Of course, Elune could not publicly issue an oracle to support Duque's actions. As the commander of the Alliance, it was one thing for Duque to take in the Nagas as his underlings. As the only true Goddess of the Night Elves, it was another thing for her to do it publicly.
If this kind of guy who abandoned his compatriots and allowed demons to slaughter his compatriots could be easily forgiven, what would the Night Elves who had supported Elune for more than 10,000 years think?
This was a major matter that would affect the foundation of the Goddess's believers.
Therefore, the Goddess could not step forward and could only agree to Duque to do it in a tacit manner.
Back in Karazhan, Duque immediately followed his instructions.
"Oh, Vashj, are you Celaika? Oh, it doesn't matter. There's no future for you to follow Queen Azshara or the Burning Legion. Hurry up and throw yourself into the arms of Master Duque. Master will bring you along to show off and fly! " It wasn't that Duque hadn't thought about it. Once his aura of a tortoise rose, Miss Vashj would immediately bow her head and call him master.
Unfortunately, he could only dream about it.
None of the Ancient Gods ran a charity, so how could Enzos treat Queen Azshara like a treasure?
Not to mention Vashj, the queen's maid.
The Queen was almost begging for food, so how could the maids be any better?
In any case, regardless of whether she was Celia or not, she couldn't escape the dark history of being thrown into the pitch-black, boundless deep sea and suffering for ten thousand years.
"Let's get rid of the foreign aid first." Duque sighed slightly.
In the days that followed, the Alliance advanced on three fronts.
The Horde gathered almost all the mobile forces that could be used and ran to attack Auchinton in the south of Terokar Forest, trying to open up the road to Nagrand.
After realizing that he couldn't deal with Vashj well, William had no choice but to lead the main force of the Alliance to expand in Terokar Forest. In order to ensure supplies from the Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City, they first took care of the Raven Nest at the west side of the Thorns Rampart Rocky Grounds and beat the crow-people inside until they were covered in feathers. Then, they entered Turem at the south side of the Thorns Rampart Rocky Grounds and took care of the former Draenei who had turned into a lunatic.
Finally, the Alliance began to build a new Stronghold in the south of Terokar Forest near the Moon Shadow Valley. Originally, this Stronghold would be named [Aurelia Stronghold] to commemorate the heroine Aurelia who had disappeared in the Outland War.
But in this life, Aurelia had never gone to the Outland.
Moreover, the next person to guard the Stronghold would be the fourth sister of the Windrunner family, Lilas, who was better at fighting in the jungle. Thus, this Stronghold was renamed [Windrunner Stronghold].
The battles on these two fronts were fought in accordance with the rules. There were no surprises, and naturally, no surprises.
The entire Alliance's attention was attracted by the battle in Zangarmarsh.
The other side said that it was led by Bu Laing Bronzebeard, but everyone knew that Bu Laing was a short-tempered dwarf and couldn't fight such a delicate multi-threaded attack.
Time entered December. After consolidating the dam at Dark Swamp Village Waterfall, the Alliance mobilized more than 50 flying ships of various types from Azeroth. Only less than one-fifth of the warships were left, and the rest were all simple flying transport ships.
Two large propellers, coupled with the new diesel engine and a huge metal cargo hold that looked like a goldfish with a big belly, that was a transport ship.
The Alliance and Horde weren't good at fighting in swamps, right?
Alright, I'll fill the swamps! Lakes and everything else will be filled up.
What seemed like a fantasy was nothing in the face of the Alliance's incomparably powerful transportation capabilities.
A smaller flying transport ship could carry 500 tons of sand. A larger one could carry 3000 tons. From day to night, these transport ships did nothing but work in three shifts. Under the cover of the flying warships and other air forces, they loaded sand onto the mountains of Hellfire Peninsula. Then the first step was to fill up Dark Swamp Lake, which was located between Nagrand in the west, Terokar Forest in the south, and Hellfire Peninsula in the east.
I'm not as good as you in water battles. Alright, now I'll force you to fight me on land. Let's see how you Naga can act?
Facing a transport ship that could drop sand from 500 meters in the air, the Naga side really couldn't do anything. In the Outland where magic was chaotic, no one's magic could be blasted out more than 500 meters.
There were so many Bosses in the Serpent Shrine, but none of them could fly. They could only stare at the Qiraji bugmen flying around in the sky and the small Boss Shatura.
The water in the swamp area wasn't deep to begin with.
After a few rounds of dropping sand, the waterways leading to Dark Swamp Lake were all filled up.
Unless the Naga had the ability to deal with sand better than the Alliance. Whether it was eating it and pulling it into the Void, or using magic to make it disappear, as long as they couldn't deal with the sand, they had no choice but to accept the cruel fact that the area they controlled was decreasing every day.
When the Alliance used sand to divide Dark Swamp Lake into seven or eight pieces, the efficiency of filling up the lake increased. Under the cover of the air force, the fearless dwarves drove diesel bulldozers and started filling up the lake.
There was no solution to this kind of shameless fighting style.
As a last resort, on the 12th of December, the Fel Orcs once again appeared in the original filling area of Dark Swamp Lake.
Unexpectedly, when the Fel Orcs were more than a kilometer away from the water's edge, a group of Gryphon Knights and Hippogryphon Archers immediately rushed up.
And then, there was no then.
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