"Nineteen years ago, it was the hateful Kil 'jaeden who turned Ner' zhul into a big bomb. After he failed to murder the World of Azeroth, he threw himself into this world instead, causing the big explosion and collapse of the planet."
"After that, Illidan, who joined the Burning Legion, invaded this world and made it even more filthy and destroyed."
"That's right! Even though the Alliance and the Horde, the Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Draenei and Beastmen have all fought against each other in the past, and even now, there are enemies standing against each other. But as the witness of this cruel history, as the one who exposed the conspiracy, I, Duke Marcus, would like to say that all of these are the sins of the Burning Legion — "
As soon as Duque's voice fell, there was a big commotion below.
First it was the Alliance, then it was the Orcs.
Because of the simultaneous translation by the backstage personnel, the broadcast on the Orcs' side would be delayed by about a second.
As a result, the reaction would be delayed by a second.
The Orcs who stayed behind in Draenor knew that they were suffering. The world had exploded, and the world was still collapsing day by day. They did not know when they would all die together.
Not many Orcs knew about the ins and outs of the matter. Even the wisest Shaman in the clan only knew part of the content.
Not to mention those who stayed behind, even the Orcs on the side of Azeroth were not completely clear about this part of history.
Now that Duque had revealed the matter, it would be strange if they were not surprised.
At first, the Orcs did not want to believe it, but they soon saw Thrall, who was standing next to Duque, make a gesture for everyone to continue listening.
Before today, no one had thought that Duque would appear, and no one had thought that Duque would use such an argument.
There was no doubt that such an argument was very popular, as it could minimize the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde.
Although every war was caused by the will of countless forces and ambitious people, the biggest pot was thrown to the Burning Legion, and the rest was just a small pot.
The corners of Duque's mouth rose, and he smiled. He thought to himself, Kil 'jaeden! You're the one taking the blame, forcing me to continue pretending.
Duque wasn't afraid that Kil 'jaeden would descend and beat him up.
Kil 'jaeden's schemes had failed so many times that he would only become more careful. So what if he descended to the Outer Realm? So what if he wiped out the hundreds of thousands of soldiers present?
Indeed, this was a huge blow to both the Alliance and the Horde.
However, their 'importance' was completely different.
It would be a disaster for the tribe. Not only would most of the elites kneel, even the leaders would have to kneel.
Although it was a heavy blow to the Alliance, it wasn't to the extent that they wouldn't be able to recover from it. After all, at the end of the day, the Duque who was standing here and speaking was just a puppet. There were so many leaders in the Alliance, but only Varian had come. Including Danath Trollbane, who hadn't registered yet, there were only two leaders.
Moreover, in Kil 'jaeden's opinion, William's role was at most that of the Alliance's third-in-command.
Instead of scaring Duque away here, why not continue his plot that he thought was flawless?
Duque sensed that Kil'jaeden would not appear, so this mobilization meeting could naturally continue.
"We can't forget our hatred for each other. It's because we can't forget that we can truly feel the brutality and shamelessness of the Burning Legion. We can aim our swords at our true enemies — the demons of the Burning Legion! "
"We're about to wipe out this land that was once almost completely occupied by the demons. There's only one target left: the Burning Legion's biggest pawn in this world, Illidan Stormrage! Only by defeating Illidan and restoring the glory of this temple that has been tarnished and renamed as the Black Temple. Only then can the common justice of the Alliance and the Horde be truly upheld. "
"Warriors! Raise the weapons in your hands! Use your weapons to say no to these demons who destroyed our homes and attempted to cut off our bloodlines — "
Duke raised his fist up high and shook it with all his might!
"Defeat Illidan and walk through the Dark Portal with your heads held high. At that time, all the people of Azeroth will welcome your triumphant return — "
As Duque's voice fell, the entire plains erupted.
Every warrior, regardless of age or race, let out an impassioned roar.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! "That was the battle cry of the Orcs.
"Woo woo woo —" That was the deep sound of the Slit-hoofed Bull's horn.
"Defeat Illidan! Glory to the Alliance! "These were the cheers of the Alliance's warriors.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! " Even the Nagas who had just surrendered to the Alliance used their tridents to hit the water, creating waves. They also remembered the glory of being High Elves in the past, and also remembered Sargeras' ruthless abandonment of them.
The warriors of all races raised their weapons high again and again, using their voices to make the strongest sound against the demons.
Their morale was high, and their voices rose to the sky.
Almost everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs to vent the anger in their hearts, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.
Finally, after waiting for the sound to stop for a while, Duque opened his arms, raised them high, and then pulled them back at the same time.
The Alliance's side immediately quietened down, and the Horde's side also calmed down after a while.
Duque said loudly, "In the name of the Alliance's commander-in-chief, I hereby officially announce that from now on, attack — — target the Black Temple!"
At this moment, William stepped forward. "Vashj, come forward and listen to my orders."
Under the backdrop of a huge water column rising from the ground, Vashj held an exquisite longbow and swayed her snake tail as she came to the platform. She bowed and knelt. "Vashj is here to listen to your orders."
Duque raised his head slightly and smiled at Vashj. "First formation — — Storm Naga! Your mission is to trap the Doom Walker. "
"Yes, sir!"
The Doom Walker — — an enhanced version of the army's Fel Mech.
Although the Alliance had always wanted to deal with this thing in advance, they should have received orders from the Burning Legion's higher-ups. The Doom Walker had retreated before the Alliance flooded the Moon Shadow Valley. Since then, it had been guarding the gate of the Black Temple.
It was a hurdle that couldn't be avoided if they wanted to attack the Darkness Temple.
Usually, it wouldn't be easy to kill such a thick-skinned thing.
Because it was hiding in the Darkness Temple's territory, the entire temple had inherited the magic defense system from the Karabo Temple. In addition, the Darkness Temple had sent a team of Pharaoh to cast a spell similar to [Protective Arrow], so the defense against the cannonballs was quite on point.
However, with the Storm Naga, the Alliance had a simpler solution — — flood!
In order to carry out this water attack, Vashj had accumulated it for a long time with the cooperation of the dwarf craftsmen. They could finally pour out all the water in one go.
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