Blue Mystic Island.
A place far away from the mainland, but not isolated from the Alliance.
The big shots of the Alliance took a look and immediately realized that the location of this place was very good.
The Draenei had been persecuted and hunted down, so they would more or less feel insecure. A place that was not directly connected to the Tribe's borders would increase their sense of security.
But they were not drifting away from the Alliance's control.
This was because Darnassus was less than a hundred kilometers northeast of Blue Mystic Island. The entire sea was under the protection of the Elves' Black Sea Coast Fleet. Although the Kalimdor Continent was to the east, the Black Sea Coast and Grey Valley were the Elves' territory.
By placing the Draenei here, they would be able to support the Night Elves. If the Alliance and the Tribe fell out in the future, the Night Elves would not have to face the entire Tribe alone in Kalimdor.
Everyone saw Tyrande's calm face and immediately knew that Duque had already obtained the permission of the Night Elves and Elune.
Everyone said the same thing in their hearts, "A choice that kills three birds with one stone. A choice filled with political foresight."
Valen bowed deeply. "On behalf of my people, I would like to express my deepest gratitude once again."
The Draenei did not reject immigrants. 25,000 years of exile had long been imprinted in the deepest part of every Draenei's soul. To be able to have a safe place to live and reproduce was the greatest kindness.
Sending away 30,000 refugees would undoubtedly make the frontlines more plentiful.
Next, it was naturally the crucial part.
"William, your proposal to gather all our forces is very courageous and charismatic."
This was a compliment from an elder.
William nodded. "Thank you."
"Combat power is a must. So, William, I hope that you can gather the existing Hero level powerhouses in the Outland, including the powerhouses of the Tribe, together with the most elite flying fleet and landing troops, and defend here for three days. " Duque waved his hand, and the map had already switched to the Outland. The location of his finger was right in the middle of Zangarmarsh.
"Ruins of the Twin Towers?"
The Ruins of the Twin Towers were located to the south of the Serpent Lake, right beside the lake. To be honest, this was definitely the hinterland of Vashj's territory. It was easier said than done to go deep into the enemy's territory and defend under their eyes for three days.
Because it was right beside the lake, Vashj could fully unleash her power in water battles. I really can't take it anymore. Big waves sweep over at the slightest provocation!
If he was pulled into the lake by something like an octopus tentacle, he would be able to reincarnate and prepare for the next round of his life.
"What kind of support can we get?" William asked cautiously.
"Let's wait until the tribe arrives." Duque revealed a mysterious smile.
That afternoon, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde held a conference.
After Duque made this suggestion, Sal agreed without hesitation.
Sal was a rational leader. Putting aside the interests of the race, he was also a person who valued friendship. Now, the hundreds of thousands of Evil Beastmen in Salma were relying on the Alliance's supplies, and their situation was improving. Although drinking the highly diluted Holy Water made many Evil Beastmen vomit and have diarrhea, the intermittent drinking of the diluted Holy Water and having enough food to replenish their bodies made the Evil Beastmen's Demonic Addiction better.
What was rare was that the Alliance didn't lie to the tribes. If it was in the past, under the pressure of food, he might have used some old rations to make up the numbers. Now, the Alliance used this year's brand new autumn rations and a large amount of frozen pork as supplies. It was very heartwarming.
On the other hand, in Orgrimmar, Varrock Salufar and Grom heard that hundreds of thousands of their compatriots were in urgent need of food supplements and diluted Holy Water to detoxify. They launched a large-scale operation to support their compatriots.
The Alliance's resources weren't free. All the supplies had to be paid by the tribes with ores and other resources.
New rations and old rations were not the same price.
The Alliance clearly marked the price in this regard, and they were fair to both the old and the young. Moreover, Duque waved his hand and even excluded the losses along the way, and charged them according to the current standard. In this regard, the Horde had nothing to say.
Therefore, Varrock and the other tribes that stayed behind launched a campaign to let their compatriots eat better. As long as they had food, it was fine.
They took the initiative to propose that the Alliance's disaster relief supplies be replaced with old rations.
One had to know that old rations were the Alliance's war rations. According to the technology of this era, if it was left in the barn for more than five years, it would definitely go moldy. Usually, when the Alliance's food was about to rot, they would throw it to the pigs. Therefore, the price of old rations was only one-tenth of the new rations.
In the magic message, when Sal saw his compatriots in Azeroth gnawing on black old rations and black bread, coupled with the few prey in Durotar and the Barrenlands as meat to fill their stomachs, a big man like Sal cried out.
In this regard, Duque was also speechless for a long time.
But the Alliance had been through a series of wars, and food had begun to run short. They really couldn't come up with so much new rations to help the Horde. Moreover, the previous insect disaster had almost wiped out the wild creatures of most of the Kalimdor continent.
"Sigh!"
Even so, Sal still owed the Alliance a favor.
With the addition of the Horde's powerhouses, this time the Battle of the Twin Tower Ruins could gather about twenty heroes.
More than enough to defend, but not enough to attack.
For Duque, this was enough.
On the 20th of January, Year 24 of the Dark Portal, the movements of the Alliance Army alarmed the entire Serpent Temple.
"What? The Alliance dares to build a base in front of our house? "After hearing the news, Vashj didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh.
When she brought half of her body out of the Serpent Lake with her men, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.
The way the Alliance built a base was simply unheard of.
First, the Mages used a magic fog to cover their vision, and then a group of Dwarven engineers secretly descended, using bulldozers to forcefully flatten the entire area around the Twin Tower Ruins.
Then, as twelve giant transport ships swayed and landed under the cover of other flying ships, a large number of Horde infantry, Alliance gunners, and archers rushed out of the transport ships and set up a battle formation.
Then, six smaller Oros showed their true colors as Earth Drilling Bugs, digging holes in the designated places. Entering here, exiting there. Once they finished digging, they immediately scrammed.
A large number of Dwarven craftsmen were in place, and then the other twelve transport ships actually hoisted a huge sentry tower that was more than fifteen meters tall, inserting the sharp foundation into the hole that the smaller Oros had just dug.
These sentry towers were all built in Fort Glory. They were reinforced concrete, and any one of them weighed more than a hundred tons.
Unreasonably, the Dwarves directly used [Deity's Descent] to catch the sentry tower. Even if it was the Leaning Tower of Pisa, they would still hold it straight, using manpower to correct the deviation, and finally pouring in cement.
After pouring in the cement, Pharaoh ran over on the spot and directly used Frost magic to cool it down.
When the twelve sentry towers were set up, less than half an hour had passed.
At this time, Vashj had just come out of the Serpent Temple.
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