Duque could only say that Mathigosa's imagination was not small, and it was quite on point.
To push Kalecgos back, one had to become a human woman. There were not many human kingdoms or forces that the elves would not dislike, and the Marcus family was the best choice.
Now, the entire upper class of Sin 'dorei knew that the three queens and sisters were Duque's property. Without Duque's support, Sin 'dorei's livelihood would definitely be much worse than it was now.
The blood elves had rather complicated feelings about Duque. On the one hand, they were grateful for Duque's strong support. On the other hand, they lamented that their most beautiful cabbage had been taken by a wild boar, and a demigod-level one at that …
Of course, the overall impression was still pretty good.
With the endorsement of Duque and Queen Sylvanas, the elves quickly accepted Karey, who had returned from learning magic from the Dalajan, and Mattie, the inspector of the Marcus family, as the new guard captains of the Well of the Sun.
Avoiding direct conflict with the Blue Dragon Legion, Duque secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before this, Duque had secretly pulled almost 80% of the Alliance's air force into the Long Song Forest.
Now that there was no need to fight, Duque was in a good mood. He glanced at Mathigosa and then at Kalecgos. Only the Blue Dragon sister could understand his actions.
Mathigosa did not avoid it and directly made a "V" gesture with his finger in a blind spot that Kalecgos could not see.
This was definitely not the meaning of victory.
This gesture was similar to the Guan Yu that was often worshiped at the entrance of restaurants: a knife in one hand and two fingers in the other. The meaning was simple and straightforward — cheating neither old nor young! I'll cut you down two taels for a pound!
Mathigosa was telling Duque that he had successfully pushed Kalecgos twice.
Alas, the love of dragons was so simple and straightforward. Alright! You win, coquettish dragon!
Without the Blue Dragon Legion to stir up trouble, Duque could put his energy back into the Alliance.
The Alliance's wartime economic model could not be immediately revoked. It was like a taut string. Once it was too loose, it could easily snap if it was tightened again.
Duke only ordered the military industry to work in three shifts 24 hours a day, six days a week, with two shifts of sixteen hours a day.
There was no other way.
Historically, when the allied armies attacked Northrend, they relied on men and horses. The number of soldiers and civilians who froze to death and frostbite was astronomical.
Letting the soldiers who were cold, tired, and lacking supplies fight against the tireless dead was no different from sending themselves to their deaths.
Duque wanted to reduce the Alliance's losses, and having Kudran build a forward operating base was only the first step. More importantly, the Alliance Army changed.
With the precedent of the millions of German troops attacking the Soviet Union in World War II on Earth, Duque, who knew the bitter cold of Noscent, had made a lot of preparations.
There were a million sets of military coats for humans, dwarves, gnomes, elves, draenei, and even 30,000 sets for orcs.
Then there were matches for the fire, as well as whale oil gels and industrial gels that had been cut into small pieces beforehand. Whale oil was easy to process, but the production was too low.
Industrial gels were one of the by-products of refining petroleum. Although it was a bit smelly, it was the best fuel in Noscent. Since it could be burned, it was the best for the soldiers to cook on a picnic.
Imagine marching for a whole day in a world of ice and snow dozens of degrees below zero. If they could only eat cold compressed biscuits and drink snow water that would freeze their stomachs, what a nightmare it would be.
If there were fragrant hot soup and food, it would be extremely beneficial to physical recovery and morale boost.
In addition, the writing of the winter code, the weaving of winter clothing, sleigh training, and all kinds of trivial things might seem unremarkable, but those who knew would know at a glance that it was because of the various preparations made before the war that the soldiers could play their due combat power on the frontlines.
"The Alliance is really lucky to have a commander who doesn't treat soldiers as mere consumables." Every officer praised Duque in unison. Thinking about how Duque could be a god who didn't care about anyone, everyone's respect and love for Duque deepened.
It was lucky to have a wise leader, such as the Horde. At least under Sal's leadership, more than two million Orcs escaped from Draenor.
However, a little bit of luck was not enough to bring a Horde with millions of people on the road to happiness. After not having to face the Outland that was gradually collapsing, food and other problems became increasingly prominent.
What was even more unfortunate was that because the Dragon Sleep Temple had previously concentrated most of the energy of the planet's protection array to bombard Kil 'jaeden, many demons had been released.
In fact, the number and quality of demons that had parachuted into the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor were about the same. However, the Alliance not only had a perfect magic communication system, as well as a patrol system in each village and town, but also a magic net that covered a large area.
It was no exaggeration to say that if there was any movement in the Alliance, Duque, as the highest commander, would be the first to know. Orders were relayed from top to bottom, and elite troops were sent to eliminate the scattered demons in the bud.
The Horde was different. The addition of two million people made places like the Barrenlands more populated. Unfortunately, Orcs were not creatures that didn't eat or drink. They instinctively gathered in the few oases in the Barrenlands. Because of their living habits and the lack of planning by the upper echelons of the Horde, this led to the rapid consumption of water resources.
At the same time, the concentration of population encouraged the spread of demons.
Several times when the Horde discovered the problem, thousands of people had died, and several villages had been completely destroyed.
The entire land of Kalimdor could be said to be full of beacons.
So, having a transmigrator as a leader was not only luck, but also bliss.
Unknowingly, the gap between the Horde and the Alliance did not shrink because of the influx of a large number of people. Instead, it became wider.
After all, the Horde had problems digesting the population, and the conflict between the new Horde led by Sal and the traditional Orcs from Draenor began to expand.
Just as one side was recuperating, and the other side was in turmoil, it was autumn of the 25th year of the Dark Portal.
On October 3rd, Sal suddenly received bad news.
"What? We lost contact with the entire Black Bone Clan? There are even traces of corpses crawling out of the graveyard?! "
The Black Bone Clan was just an inconspicuous small clan among the thousands of Orc clans of various sizes. But the death of an entire clan, and the possibility that they had become Undead soldiers, touched Sal's sensitive nerves during this period.
It wasn't that the Alliance didn't remind the Horde that the Scourge Army could come again at any time.
But Sal was almost broken by all kinds of internal affairs.
After all, before the Scourge Army came again, half of the Horde had to starve to death. Throughout the spring and summer, the Horde was struggling for survival.
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