The traditional life of the Orcs was to hunt or fight all year round, except for winter. When there was nowhere to go during the winter, they would use the food they had accumulated to survive the winter. They would have sex or hold gladiatorial competitions in the clan's big tents.
Sal had no choice but to throw the Nagrand Orcs, who were the most troublemakers and had the least food reserves, to the north. This was also a helpless move.
If these guys were not sent over, they would do things according to the traditional rules — steal or rob. If there were foreigners robbing foreigners, if there were no foreigners, they would attack their own people. Anyway, in the eyes of these uncivilized Orcs, only their own clan was their own people. Most of them did not have the concept of "big Orcs."
It had to be said that throwing the burden to the Alliance showed the tribe's sincerity. If they could take advantage of the war to get rid of some of the troublemakers, it would be killing three birds with one stone.
Of course, the Alliance would not be so stupid as to raise 200,000 Orcs and let them eat and drink for free.
Duque used the method of divide and conquer. The small clans with no status in the tribe were directly given holy light enchanted weapons. Every 100 people were assigned an Alliance Paladin, who took them to various places to take over the clean-up work of the Alliance soldiers.
The Scourge Army had been operating in Northrend for 20 years and could be said to have dug holes everywhere. Any corpse without a guardian was turned into an undead.
Especially the two places, Zudak and Aijo Nirub: the Zudak area was full of altars. That kind of complex and narrow underground labyrinth could not transport heavy equipment at all. It was very likely that dozens of corpses were squeezed in an inconspicuous crack, and they would come out to cause trouble.
The Spider Kingdom was even more troublesome. In the past, when the big spiders fought against the Scourge Army, they would dig holes and escape if they could not fight. As a result, it was all a messy maze of small tunnels, and they could only rely on infantry.
These could only be filled with human lives, or they had to use elites.
After fighting for so many months, the Alliance soldiers were generally tired. Duque was even more reluctant to let the dwarves, who were originally good at tunnel warfare, be used as soldiers.
This kind of close combat was the best place for the Orcs to display their combat power.
Of course, there were also large tribes that were more arrogant among the Orcs, such as the Mocking Skull. They refused to enter the small pits to play games with Bonehead, and were only willing to participate in open battles.
For such a person, Duque waved his hand and showed great respect for history. He created the [Silver Arena] on the high ground between the Storm Cliff and the Icecrown Glacier. This huge arena group was divided into the Candidate Arena, the Silver Warrior Arena, and the Championship Arena.
There were so many arenas for the Beastmen who boasted of their bravery to vent their excess energy.
Duque was very considerate. He divided the arena's usage time into the Beastmen's time, the Alliance's time, and the time where they could interact with each other. This allowed these fellows with excess energy to fight against each other, as well as unite against external threats, and bring glory to their race.
Since it was an arena, there should be an audience, right?
Without an audience, there would be no atmosphere!
If you want to enter, you have to pay a ticket, right?
Would you like some drinks and popcorn?
It didn't matter if the Beastmen didn't have money. The Alliance would pay the Beastmen soldiers according to the standards of the Alliance soldiers. Of course, there were no other benefits.
The Beastmen could take Arathor's coins to the canteen to buy extra food, and even save up to buy better equipment for themselves.
It didn't matter if the Horde warriors didn't know how to make money other than fighting. They could bet on it.
Well, the Alliance's largest official gambling dealer was the Marcus Family.
It didn't matter if they lost everything. The Beastmen could still work, such as sparring with the Alliance soldiers. They could treat it as training the Alliance recruits.
There were also slightly dangerous jobs, such as cooperating with Mimiron to test the combat power of the Mechanical Gnomes.
Anyway, these Beastmen had unknowingly become accustomed to the Alliance's economic system …
Duque's approach was so dignified, so fair, and so open that Varrock Salufar, as the commander of the 200,000 Beastmen, could not find any fault with it.
Although he remembered Sal and Wojin's instructions to always keep an eye on Duque, he still sighed.
Time passed, and it was New Year's Day, January 1st, Year 26.
The Beastmen had no concept of the new year, but the Alliance was different. A large group of soldiers who had crossed the ocean and had no choice but to spend the new year on another continent began to celebrate.
In order to alleviate the soldiers' homesickness, Duque was kind enough to fully open the Weave on this day. Hundreds of military camps of all sizes in Noscent were set up with magic communication devices, allowing the soldiers who had made outstanding contributions in the northern expedition to make a five-minute long distance video call with their families.
This move directly raised Duque's already high reputation to a whole new level.
No matter which camp they went to, they could hear soldiers shouting "Long live Duke Marcus!"
The Alliance's civilization and cultural input was imperceptibly influencing these Beastmen who came from the wild world …
After New Year's Day, the arena opened again.
After a long time of preparation, the main event was finally in Cairo, which was commonly known as the Crusade's Trial.
Ever since the arena was built, the most powerful hunters of the Alliance and Horde did not fear the bitter cold. They captured some powerful beasts from all over Noscent and threw them into the arena for the warriors of the Alliance and Horde to challenge.
Injuries were inevitable during the challenge, but deaths were rare. A group of priests of the Alliance were on standby at the side of the arena. As long as they didn't die on the spot, they would be able to pull their lives back.
It was just that the most powerful beasts were left until now.
Without Duke's permission, even if he had ten thousand guts, he wouldn't dare to let a monster of this level act recklessly.
On this day, Duke, Jaina, Salufar, and Garrus Hellscream were the leaders sitting in the special seats next to the Arena of Champions. They were Duke, Jaina, Salufar, and Garrus Hellscream, who looked like everyone owed him tens of thousands of dollars.
"Oh, Duque, does he have a grudge against you?" Jaina teased Duque through a magic message.
"A grudge? Is he worthy? "Duque chuckled," But he will be a very good chess piece. He's simple, irritable, and violent. Any chess player would like such a chess piece, even if it's the opponent's. "
Jaina's eyes twinkled, but she didn't say anything.
On the other side, Garrus was even more annoyed, "Duke Marcus …"
Garrus was originally going to call Duque that, but Varrock Salufar snorted, "You have to add the word 'Sir' to show respect!"
Garrus was about to explode from anger. What was hateful was that he was only the chief of the Warsong Clan, while Varrock represented Thrall here.
He gritted his teeth indignantly, and even his fangs made cracking sounds before he squeezed out the word "Your Excellency" from between his teeth.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Duque acted as if he had just heard him.
"Is there anything the Alliance can't say in front of the Horde warriors?"
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