"Victory! Long live! "The wild Dwarf drank from a bag of liquor and fired into the sky.
"For our world!" The heroic Orc beat his chest with force.
"Karabor! We're back- "The sentimental Draenei knelt in the corners of the temple and cried bitterly.
Illidan's capture symbolized the end of the Allied Army's Outland Expedition. All that was left was to clean up the remnants of the Allied Army.
This was very different from the historical Alliance. The original Alliance would at most send some guys on horseback to the various cities and towns to declare victory.
In this life, Duque was in power, and the Alliance's approach was more open and transparent.
During the days of the Alliance's battle, almost every day, there would be Thieves or Hunters who were specially named by Duque as "Hong Kong reporters" reporting back to the frontlines of the Alliance in Azeroth.
From the simplest march and hard life, to the laying of railroad tracks, to the battle at Hellfire Citadel, and then to opening the passage to Shattrath City, followed by the elimination of the Fel Orcs and the battle at Moon Shadow Valley.
As long as it was a town or factory with more than a thousand people, there would be a special Mage team stationed to report in the form of magic images and audio.
Even smaller villages would use a method similar to newspapers for publicity.
Although in order to control, Duque deliberately delayed the report by three days. Of course, this could also be attributed to the inconvenience of communication in the Outland. But for the people of Azeroth, this was definitely something new.
Just like what Duque had always emphasized to the higher-ups of the Alliance:
"We don't just need the soldiers to know what they're fighting for.
"We also need the people to know where their labor, their taxes, have gone to."
"Only then will our soldiers take the initiative to fight, and our people will work with their lives on the line."
Duque had run the Alliance for so many years, and the Alliance was already quite used to the wartime economy. Once the war started, they would immediately implement various plans – greatly reducing the supply of luxury goods and increasing the production of military goods.
Thanks to the Alliance's current strong economic and agricultural strength, there was no need for a food rationing system within the Alliance. They only prohibited merchants from selling food in bulk across borders. All merchants must have a permit and sell food and specialty fruits and vegetables on time.
In almost all the military industries and logistics industries, the workers automatically and consciously worked overtime, and many workers even proposed to waive overtime pay.
The people of the Alliance had no regrets, because they knew that they were contributing to this righteous war. It was because of their efforts that the frontline soldiers could eat canned food of various tastes, live in tents, and sleep in warm sleeping bags.
Because there were reports from the frontline, and every piece of military equipment had a unique number. Therefore, from time to time, there would be old workers or aunties who were pleasantly surprised to discover in the news that a certain sleeping bag or a certain shovel was made by themselves.
That sense of participation was incomparable to any of the previous wars.
Even though they were separated by countless light years, the people in the rear still felt that their hearts were connected to the soldiers on the frontlines. The logistics unit had specially vacated a special train so that the soldiers could write letters to their families every week. It was also very well received.
So when news of victory came from the outer realm, the entire Alliance cheered.
"Hooray! Victory! "
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live Commander Marcus!"
"Long live His Majesty Wrynn!"
Looking at the Alliance flags that were stuck all over the Darkness Shrine, while the people cheered, they also noticed the report that was inserted in between the victory announcements.
It was the image of the evil human body modification experiment sent from the Darkness Shrine.
The scene of blood flowing, the taboo scene of forced intercourse with the blood fiends, almost crossed the magic mirror and pounced on the people.
"Ah!" Although the broadcaster, Bishop Sally Whitemane, had already solemnly reminded the people before the broadcast that the following scene was quite bloody, many people still felt extremely uncomfortable.
There were no 18 prohibitions in the Alliance. Most of the current generation of Alliance youths were born during the war at the Dark Portal. In addition, the previous generation had been ravaged by war, so no one felt that there was anything wrong with the Alliance broadcasting this. At most, mothers would leave with their frightened children.
"Oh my god! That's too scary. "
"Damn it, I can't imagine what would happen if millions of such monsters swarmed into Azeroth."
"Holy Light above, I finally understand why the Alliance spends so much money every year to defend the Dark Portal and strengthen the Watchtower."
The Alliance could be said to be united now, with full support. Even if Duque slapped his forehead and suddenly brainlessly held a general election or something, he would probably be elected with 99% of the votes.
The end of the war was the end of a stage for the people, but for the higher-ups of the Alliance and the Horde, there were as many things to be done.
The Horde was busy migrating people out of Draenor, which was about to be destroyed, and so were the Draenei.
As the new leader of the Draenei, Imriel personally defeated Illidan as soon as he came to power. He helped the Draenei reclaim the Darkness Shrine and renamed it the Karabor Shrine. This made Imriel's position suddenly stabilized.
Although it was impossible to invest any manpower and resources in the Karabor Shrine because of the collapse of Draenor, it was completely different to give up on the shrine and snatch it from someone else and then tell them that they didn't want it.
With Duque's reminder, the Draenei also began to prepare for the migration of the entire tribe. The initial plan was to fly The Eye to Mystic Blue Island in Azeroth.
This was completely different from history. In history, it was a dumb guy who listened to an egg's order to kill the Draenei, and the Draenei were desperate, so they flew a spaceship that looked like a large escape pod to Azeroth. In this life, it was the Draenei who methodically flew the entire spaceship to Azeroth.
This was a completely different concept.
Duque and the higher-ups of the Alliance all believed that with The Eye, they would definitely be able to strengthen the air defense around Darnassus.
After a busy day, Duque finally left Karazhan's command room and returned to his bedroom.
After becoming a demigod, the physical fatigue would no longer exist. Now, it was just that there were too many things to do, and he was mentally tired.
As soon as he returned to his room, Duque felt that something was wrong.
The room was very dark. Someone had turned the magic lights to the darkest.
Then, Duque was shocked.
He was not surprised that there were maids, dragons, dragons and maids in his room.
But for this high priest who suddenly appeared, wearing a nude apron, Duque was really shocked.
Damn, could it be that the little notebook I hid under the bed that I wrote when I was bored has been found?
Tyrande smiled charmingly and gently cupped her face with her left hand. "My dear, you're back? Then do you want to eat first, or take a bath first? Or eat first — what about me? "
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