"No, no, no!" Sal, who was standing next to Duque, did not hide his concern for Gruul the Dragon Slayer at all.
Now the Horde was a generation behind the Alliance in terms of technology. If there were no professionals, if the Alliance went to war with the Horde, it would be like modern people fighting primitive people.
Falling behind in science and technology wasn't something that could be fixed just by catching up.
Sal thought hard and sadly found that the Horde was backward in all aspects. It could be said that they lacked everything: talent, funds, technology, and scientists.
But what they really lacked was a leader with strong foresight.
As a leader, making decisions was an unavoidable responsibility.
Every day, there would be people running to Sal, hoping to get the support of the Horde to invest funds and manpower to research a certain new technology.
Sal was very depressed because he found that most of the people who came were goblins, and almost all of them wanted to scam money. What Northrend rubber planting plan, what Barrenland shaved ice production line? At first, Sal just threw people out, but later when it was too much, he killed them.
Only then did the group of crazy goblins calm down.
At first, he thought that the Horde had unreliable goblins. Later, under the surveillance of spies, he found that the Alliance had a similar situation. The 'High and New Technology Development Bureau', led by the master craftsman Gerbin, reviewed more than 10000 inventions or research applications from different races every week, of which less than 1% would be submitted to Duque for decision.
Duque often only took half a day to review these applications, and even had time to read through the filtered applications.
Those who should get out of the way would get out of the way, and those who should be killed would be hanged on the spot. Those who were recognized by Duque would often be personally explained or revised by Duque, and after some hard research, officially become the leader of new technology in the Alliance.
Not just once or twice, but almost every time.
King Terenas did not feel it during his 15 years as the leader of the Alliance, but in the past nine years under Duque's rule, the Alliance's technology could be said to have exploded.
Sal did not want to admit it, but he had to admit that there was no one like Duque in the entire Horde who could go straight to the point without taking any detours. He was simply a monster leader of new technology. He also hoped that the Horde could have such a genius. If there was, he would even be willing to give up his position as chief.
Unfortunately, there weren't any.
It seemed like he would never be able to lead the tribe to surpass the Alliance. What saddened him even more was that Duque had actually become a demigod. In theory, he had an immortal body.
How could the tribe play happily?
Alright, since I can't surpass you in terms of technology, then you have your light of technology, and I'll walk my mysterious path!
Gollon was a powerful creature at the top of the food chain in his old world. If they joined the Tribe, it would definitely be another form of transcendence for the Alliance.
Looking at the entire Alliance, unless the Dragon Clan was officially included, it would be impossible for the Alliance to find a more powerful intelligent creature than Gollon.
Now that Gruul was directly engulfed by the explosion, how could Sal not be worried?
"Phew! Gruul is fine. " Duque sighed. There was a little bit of malice in his heart. He hoped that Gruul and the Doom Walker would perish together, but unfortunately, they didn't.
In the system prompt, Gruul's injury was only [Medium Wound].
Gruul, this explosive guy, was worthy of being one of the top bosses in the game's Burning Crusade. It was clear that this was another 'nuclear day', but Gruul actually didn't die.
He only used a pair of big claws to protect his head. He used the armor specially made for him by the tribe and his rock-like skin to forcibly resist this kind of big explosion. Even the Five Silver Saints might have to kneel down if they were here.
Gruul was in a sorry state. A thick steel armor had melted into a black and green molten substance like a paste. Fortunately, he had no hair, otherwise he would have definitely been roasted into a strange black and green color by the explosion like his rock-like skin.
After the smoke and dust settled, Gruul sat down a little dispiritedly, gasping for breath. Then he looked at the Doom Walker, who only had a broken lower body, or to be precise, only two legs left. He let out a heroic laugh. "Hahahahaha-"
The vigorous laughter even caused the outer walls of the Black Temple, which had also been damaged by the explosion, to collapse.
Duque waved his hand and said, "Cover Gruul!"
The flying fleet in the air suddenly split into two, and with a violent vibration of the hull, a series of shocking gunshots sounded again.
After a few breaths, almost all the western facades of the entire U-shaped Black Temple complex were fiercely hit by artillery fire.
"Attack!" Sal and William gave the order to attack at the same time.
The Horde attacked the Atama Platform on the northern front, and the Alliance attacked the ruins of Karabor on the southern front. These two huge building complexes were the two fortresses that surrounded and protected the Black Temple. If they wanted to attack the Black Temple, they had to take these two important places.
These two building complexes had originally been abandoned, and in order to deal with the attack of the coalition forces, the Illidari Council had recruited a large number of demon guards to guard them.
The seemingly monstrous water quickly moved away, revealing the wet ground. First, diesel tanks took the lead and attacked, continuously firing at these two places as they advanced.
Then, engineering vehicles driving huge sloping steel bridges quickly approached the edge of the platform and the ruins under the cover of the scattered line of soldiers composed of humans and dwarves. The engineering vehicles turned their mechanical arms, and in less than five minutes, they built 15 huge slopes that were more than five meters wide in the north and south. The rough slopes allowed anyone to rush up the ruins and the platform along this slope that was at an angle of 30 degrees from the ground.
"Charge!"
"In the name of the Holy Light!"
"For the Alliance!"
“Lok-tar，ogar！”
Different races, different languages, and all kinds of shouts formed a wave of earth-shaking sound that swept towards the Black Temple like a tidal wave. Even though the sound waves washed over the dark green walls and reflected back, it still shocked the eardrums of everyone several kilometers away.
The tide of tens of thousands of soldiers swept through most of the land in front of the Black Temple, and the vast scene of tens of thousands of soldiers attacking under the cover of tanks could no longer be described in any language of this era.
They charged with high morale. Even if their enemy was a larger and more terrifying demon army, they still had the confidence to destroy all resistance in their way.
Seeing the coalition forces attack, Duque smiled and said through magic transmission, "My little maid, it's your turn."
"Understood!" Vashj smiled charmingly.
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