As for the four guardians of Alkafon's treasury, Duque was overjoyed.
As a lower-level guardian, the four giants were not very strong. However, with their size and HP, if used in the right place, they would be able to hold their own against ten thousand enemies. Coupled with their already good elemental attacks, they were not inferior to most of the Burning Legion's mid-tier Void Lords. Only the top-tier Void Lords could suppress them.
The guardians had their own principles. Since they promised to help, they would definitely help to the end.
Nothing was more reassuring than this.
There was still a lot of work to be done, such as dealing with Yogg-Saron's body and bringing Orgaron to Karazhan as a 'guest'.
These were all trivial matters.
The real important matter was that the Horde actually proposed to send more troops to help attack Icecrown Fortress!
Duque, who was resting in Naxxramas, received the Horde's emissary together with Magni, who had returned to the Western Front.
"This is the will of the Great Chief?" Duque was quite surprised to see Wojin personally visit.
"The Great Chief means the will of the entire Horde. Arthas, who killed his father, betrayed the kingdom, betrayed the entire Alliance, and even blasphemed against all living beings in the world, must be destroyed. The Horde is very willing to contribute to the peace of Azeroth. "Wojin placed one hand on his chest and saluted to Duque and Magni.
Duque and the Dwarf King looked at each other, a little confused about what Thrall meant.
Because this did not seem like Thrall's style.
Thrall was undoubtedly a wise and courageous leader. To be able to take advantage of the internal strife of the Alliance and decisively lead the escaped Orc slaves to West Kalimdor, out of the Alliance's sphere of influence, this proved his courage.
A leader could have many think tanks, and perhaps each of them could provide good ideas, but the real decision maker was still the leader.
Thrall's move now looked very bad.
If he had made up his mind to please the Alliance from the beginning, then he should have sent the main force, or at least the elites. Instead of having young Salufar bring the Blackrock clan over to work, or having brain-dead Howl and Warsong come over to herd sheep and occupy territory to cause trouble.
If they started to be passive and waited for the Alliance to subjugate Yogsaron and obtain a Divine Artifact before coming over to reinforce them, no matter how they looked at it, it would seem like they were licking their boots.
It was one thing to kneel down and lick his boots, but doing so was simply a thankless task.
Of course, the higher-ups of the Alliance wouldn't object, but what would the soldiers think?
Now on the Western Front, Aljo Nerub had been defeated by Muradin's army. Now that Kalecgos had taken care of the Magic Pivot, the Western Frontline Army had left behind enough reserves to prevent the Icecrown Glacier from having a secret passage to attack the Northwind Tundra. With the help of the Red Dragon Army, the majority of the army had already begun to pass through the Dragonbone Waste and was about to enter the Crystalsong Forest. The vanguard had even deployed troops to the southwest of the Icecrown Glacier.
On the eastern front, the Undead Trolls' Zudak area was basically wiped out. William left Broll Bearskin to lead a division to carry out the final sweep. Then, he brought little Salufar and his Orc army, who had shone brilliantly in Zudak, to the Crystalsong Forest to meet up with the troops on the western front.
When Odur had also returned to order, and Mimiron was about to lead the mechanized army to cooperate with the Alliance to attack the Icecrown Glacier area, wasn't it a joke for the Horde to join in?
What did they want the Horde for?
To snatch the rewards and equipment?
Even the good Theon frowned a little, not to mention Magni, who was a little hot-tempered.
Duque gently raised his hand and made a gesture to calm everyone down. He then pointed to the 3D projection of the battlefield. "Are you clear about the situation of the Alliance, Dragon Slumber Shrine, and Odur's allied forces, Wokin?"
"Clear!" Wokin was neither servile nor overbearing.
"The Alliance needs an acceptable explanation," Duque said.
"The participation of the Horde's main force can reduce the Alliance's losses," Wokin insisted.
Duque shook his head. "These days, it's long past the era where numbers can easily win. I don't want the Scourge to fight more and more, and the more they fight, the stronger they become. "
When Duque said this, Wokin's internal energy was actually a little discouraged, but he had his own special point of view. "Our Horde noticed that among the new batch of professionals in the Alliance, the proportion of warriors is rapidly decreasing. And this is what the Horde is good at. No matter how strong the Alliance's technology is, it still can't surpass the level of the Burning Legion. In order to cope with the battle between Azeroth and the Burning Legion that will eventually come, the Alliance needs warriors of the Horde. "
Wokin took a step forward, waving his hands, his face full of excitement. "The warriors of the Horde are definitely a necessary supplement for the Alliance. And this time, as long as the Alliance provides enough logistical supplies for the Horde warriors of the Northern Expedition, we can get 200,000 elite Horde warriors as the vanguard. "
After Wokin finished speaking, he didn't say anything else. Just like that, he hung his long troll hands, waiting for Duque and Magni's reply.
Magni glanced at Duque.
Duke knew what Magni was trying to say just from the look of disgust in his eyes.
But Duque was considering it.
There was no doubt that the so-called 200,000 warriors were bullsh * t.
Duque didn't even need to think to know that this was actually Sal's clever way of diverting the conflict. As long as the Alliance agreed, the poor Horde with a large population could instantly get rid of the food burden of 200,000 big eaters.
And Sal was betting that the Alliance wouldn't be so ruthless as to directly send these Horde soldiers to their deaths.
On the other hand, these soldiers were also pathfinding stones, used to test the attitude of the Alliance to see if the Alliance could really accept the Horde. If the Alliance's attitude was tough and refused to accept, then the Horde might have other ideas.
Duque couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sure enough, the situation would change a person. Now even Sal had begun to play such tricks.
Come to think of it, this was also a situation that Duque had single-handedly directed.
If the Horde occupied a vast territory like in history, the original situation of vast land and sparse population would indeed usher in a period of rapid development after the addition of the two million Orcs from Nagrand.
Now half of Kalimdor had become the territory of the Alliance in a practical sense, and it was the most fertile land. The Horde had nowhere to expand, and they didn't dare to start a war against the Alliance. They could only struggle to survive between the Alliance and the various foreign enemies.
This feeling was so bad that if Duque was in the position of the Great Chief of the Horde, Duque would also go crazy.
Since Sal had thrown away his cards, Duque didn't mind eating them all.
Duque smiled. "The old Horde and the Alliance had all kinds of unpleasant experiences in the past, but in the past ten years, the Horde has been the most loyal ally of the Alliance. The Alliance cherishes the trust and friendship of the Horde. How about this, these 200,000 Horde warriors, the Northern Expedition Army will accept them, and I will take a little from the military provisions and transport 500,000 tons of food to Kalimdor for the Horde. "
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