In the northwest, the battle where Malygos was teaching Kalecgos how to be a dragon also ended before Alexstrasza arrived. Today, the Dragon Lich could bully his own little brother, but he would never dare to fight his former big sister one-on-one.
This time, the battle was over.
It was hard to say who was the real winner.
The defense line of the Icecrown Glacier that Lich King Arthas had maintained was completely broken. Although the west and northwest sides were not breached, the Alliance still managed to obtain the City of Calamity, an important strategic fulcrum on the plateau, on the east side of the defense line.
Originally, the Calamity Army could take advantage of the terrain and form a terrible strangulation formation with the Gate of Death as the center. Now, once the Alliance attacked, they had to fight a war of attrition with the Alliance on the relatively narrow bridge.
On the other hand, the Calamity Army's strength did not decrease, but increased.
In addition to the loss of many giants in the direction of the Iron Wall Dam, after the new plague jointly developed by Malygos and Professor Putriside spread in the battle of the City of Calamity, excluding those destroyed by the tanks of the Mechanical Gnomes, the Calamity Army gained a total of 50,000 elites. Most of them were low-grade professionals.
Even for the Calamity Troop, which had a huge business, it was still a significant increase in strength.
Originally, before Arthas left, he also removed the ice wall around the City of Calamity, hoping to further pollute the surrounding environment.
Duque, who was prepared, hurriedly mobilized the Red Dragon Legion to burn the entire City of Calamity along with the plague.
The battle on March 15th was over.
The aftermath was still fermenting.
"What? You said that the Alliance seemed to be prepared for this. They only sent mechanical gnomes that wouldn't be affected by the plague into the City of Calamity, and then everyone on our side found out that the Alliance had replaced them? "In Orgrimmar, Thrall clenched his fists after receiving the report.
Anger?
Maybe.
But more than that, he was uneasy and confused!
As soon as he turned around, Sal's tall body had already walked toward the magic mirror. There, a troll mage responsible for contacting the Alliance Command immediately bowed to Sal.
Trolls also had mages. As the ancestors of the Night Elves, trolls also had the qualifications to be mages. However, among the Darkspear trolls where Wojin was, there were not many trolls with the qualifications to be mages. Coupled with the lack of magic civilization, the number of Great Magi was even fewer.
However, with the annihilation of the Forsaken Army and the announcement of Varimasath, the Dreadlord who was now in control of the new Undercity, joining the Scourge Army, the Forsaken Mages had actually been forced out of the Horde's battle array.
In reality, the Horde only had less than a thousand Forsaken left.
Trolls were generally not strong, and there wasn't even a Radiant Moon wizard who could be called.
He could only make do with it for now.
Sal sighed and was about to speak when he heard Woking's voice coming from behind him.
"Great Chieftain, are you going to confront Duque?"
Sal didn't turn his head, but faced Woking with his stalwart back, "Yes! That's right! I just couldn't take this lying down. I wanted to ask Duque why he did it. Since he found out that the tribe has a plague weapon, he could have told me! "
Wokin's voice was low, and it was obvious that he was also quite depressed, "Don't ask. So what if he asked? It would only widen the rift between the Alliance and the Horde that had just begun to heal. Great Chieftain, there is only one reason why he did this – the Alliance is the Alliance, and the Horde is the Horde. "
Sal seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole body stiffened. Immediately, his mouth full of sharp teeth was filled with bitterness.
Woking was indeed a man of great wisdom.
He pointed out the key point in one sentence.
Even after ten years of relatively friendly and peaceful cooperation, it could not completely eliminate the estrangement between the two sides.
The Alliance and the Horde were now allies. But these two behemoths were also two multi-racial joint political bodies that had once fought a cruel war and had different interests.
The Alliance had made too many concessions, so many that even Sal, the Great Chieftain, was a little numb. Many times, he had forgotten the hatred and unhappiness of the past, and wishfully thought that this peace and cooperation could last forever.
This time, there was no need to ask, it must be the Alliance guarding against the Horde. That was why Duque suddenly ordered the withdrawal of William's eastern army and replaced it with Mimiron's mechanical gnomes.
On the other hand, wasn't the Horde also guarding against the Alliance?
Among the Horde, the voices of clamoring for war against the Alliance had never stopped. Recently, with the emergence of problems such as the lack of land resources, this voice not only did not decrease, but instead became more and more intense.
Sal, as a dove, went around putting out fires, but the more fires he put out, the more fires there were.
Sal was simply mentally and physically exhausted.
Woking pointed out the key point of the problem, but knowing the problem did not mean that it could be solved.
It was completely foreseeable that the conflict would become even greater in the future.
Looking at the history of the Orcs, it was not difficult to find that the Orcs were also very fertile. When the population was large, they would expand outward and beat up the foreign races. If there was really no place to expand, they would fight each other. Since ancient times, many clans had disappeared in the long river of history.
The Orcs did not care, it had been like this for hundreds of millions of years.
However, the clear-headed Sal knew that this way of survival was extremely dangerous.
The Alliance was already a behemoth whose strength was far above the Horde. Since the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, the Alliance had not launched a war against the Horde, not because they did not want to, but because there were stronger foreign enemies, and there was a wise leader like Duque to suppress the voices of opposition.
Once the flames of war were ignited, the Alliance would most likely not be burned to death, but the Horde would definitely be destroyed.
Sal was trying his best to maintain this fragile balance, trying to maintain peace with the Alliance. If the group of traditional Orcs below did not grow brains and continued to make trouble, then …
Sal did not dare to think about it.
In his mind, thousands of thoughts turned, and finally, Sal was discouraged, "Woking, inform Duque for me. Say that the Horde Expeditionary Army has been hit hard and needs a long time to rest in place. I hope that supplies can be prepared. "
"Understood." Woking humbly put one hand on his chest and bowed to Sal.
However, he saw the figure of the Great Chief become extremely lonely.
"Alas!"
At the same time, in front of the frozen throne.
One burly, one thin, two figures exuding terrifying dark energy fluctuations, just like that, crawled in front of the high white throne.
The supreme voice of the Lich King floated down from the top of the throne, "Anastrian, are you not convinced?"
The body of the former Sun King shook violently, and finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "I dare not."
"Oh, you just don't dare?" Accompanied by the cold voice, the palm print branded on the right side of the Sun King's face suddenly became as black as ink. It was obviously a dark color, but it exuded an extremely hot soul burning pain, causing Anastrian to roll on the ground in pain.
"Ahhhhh!"
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