Was face more important or substance more important?
If it was possible, of course it would be face, but also practical benefits.
Be it in history or in this life, Arthas was a pragmatist deep down.
In the Stratholme incident in history, Arthas could hypocritically wait for the citizens to become Undead before crying in the name of righteousness and 'purify' the citizens of Stratholme.
For the sake of the higher goal in his heart, he did not hesitate to tarnish his reputation when he was still the prince of Lordaeron at that time. He ordered the massacre and dirtied his hands.
Arthas finally had to face reality when he couldn't do anything about it.
"Withdraw the elites!"
With a mental command from the Lich King, the defense of the Calamity Army at the remaining important fulcrums of the fortresses showed obvious signs of weakening.
"Hmm?" William, Magni, and Sylvanas, who were commanding at the front, and Kael 'thas and Jaina, who were supporting and shooting from the rear, all felt the changes in the Calamity Army immediately.
Although the attack of the allied forces was covered by the two floating cities of Dalajan and Naxxramas, which had been temporarily repaired, and avoided the pain of attacking from the rear, the endless number of Calamity Army soldiers still brought great trouble to the advancement of the battlefront.
It was different now. In the past, there would definitely be a Death Knight or a Lich in every key node or fortress to hold the fort.
However, the attacks in the past few days were abnormally smooth, and they couldn't find any mid-level Undead, let alone high-level Undead.
The Undead that stayed behind would either rush out like a swarm of bees to be eaten, or stick to their own positions and only attack the enemies that entered their territory. As for their companions that were besieged and beaten next door, they would sit and watch as they were killed, and then wait for the fate of destruction to befall them.
"Is it finally time for the final battle?" Duque gently tapped the command table with his right index finger, and then gave an order. "Pass down the order. Let the Silver Hand and all the powerhouses above the Radiant Moon level rest for three days. The frontline will be commanded by the deputy general. "
Duque's order was quickly carried out, but it also attracted a rather unexpected visitor.
"Oh? Varrock, why are you here? "
Naturally, it was Varrock Salufar. This Orc who was loyal to the Great Chieftain seemed to have aged a lot. Not only did he show signs of a hunchback, but his hair and sideburns were also much whiter than a few days ago.
His only son was dead. Even if his hair didn't turn white overnight, it was more or less the same!
Duque sighed. In a way, he was watching Salufar die. If Putray was the mastermind and Arthis the culprit, then Duque would at least have an accomplice.
Unfortunately, his race and position were different, so it was impossible for him to consider things from the perspective of the tribe.
In a sense, young Salufar was dead, and the tribe had lost the chance to produce a second Salufar. Although the chances weren't high to begin with.
But Duque respected Varrock.
He was brave and loyal. In the original history, he was a brave warrior who survived from the first Dark Portal to the era when the army arrived again.
"Your Excellency Duke Marcus, I hope that I can at least join the alliance's hero group as an individual."
Duque looked at the weathered face and the pair of bloodshot, half-protruding eyes and sighed again.
Duque could completely understand the tribe's actions. The tribe had sacrificed enough. An army of more than two hundred thousand had been destroyed in one day. Two leader-level powerhouses had been lost at once. One was the strongest Mage, and the other was a rising star who could have become the next Great Chieftain.
It would be a miracle if Thrall didn't have any resentment.
The tribe was now lacking in talents. If another leader of a large race died, such as Cain or Wojin, then the situation of the tribe would definitely fall apart.
In fact, Thrall was absolutely against King Salufar coming to attack Icecrown Fortress. On the surface, Thrall couldn't find a reason.
Varrock continued, "Dranos is my only son. He is a good child, with the bravery and fearlessness of Orcs, and a sense of the big picture that Orcs often don't have. I once pinned all my hopes and future on him. Unfortunately, since fate has determined that the Salufar Family will be cut off, I have to accept this fate. "
All of a sudden, Varrock's muscles tensed up, "But in the end, not as a commander, not as a beastman, but as a father … Even if I can't save him, I must at least let him rest in peace!"
Father?!
This word deeply touched Duque's heart.
He suddenly thought of the child in Aurelia and Sasha's womb.
Yes! He had been a father for a long time.
From the moment they were conceived.
If he were in Varrock's shoes, he would probably go crazy too.
"Alright, Varrock, I agree. This is the resonance of being a father. "
"You … You agree?" Varrock still seemed to be in disbelief. This was because the sudden addition of an outsider could have a huge impact on the teamwork of the team. As the commander of the Orcs, of course he knew how dangerous it was to have a subordinate who could possibly go berserk in an elite team with extremely low tolerance for mistakes.
"Thank you! Duke Marcus. " Varrock did not know what else to say. His expression was a little stiff, and in the end, he only scratched his head.
Duque thought for a moment and chose to comfort Varrock, even though it made him feel like he was being hypocritical. "Varrock … Death is not the end. Even the Alliance can tolerate Darian Mograine and his Ebon Blade Knights. If we can successfully defeat Arthas, I'm sure many Undying will be able to break free and join the fight against the Burning Legion. "
"This … Oh, that too …" Varrock suddenly thought that his son might have a chance to return to him, even as an Undying. His son was still his son, and the soul in that shell was still the soul that had accompanied him for more than twenty years. Varrock's mood suddenly improved.
Yes! Hope had not completely disappeared.
After thanking him profusely, Varrock retreated.
But at this moment, Duque thought of a rather serious matter that could not be ignored.
The original history had long been messed up by him, this ruthless butterfly. If there was a Goddess of Destiny, he would definitely be the bastard who raped her countless times.
But here came the problem. In order to prevent the undead and undead from rioting, Bolvar Fordragon, who was burned by the flames and tortured by the idiot, succeeded as the Lich King and became the third generation leader of the Lich Kingdom after Arthas died.
Now that Bolvar was alive and well, then … If there really was a Lich King, where would Duke find the noble and awesome soul to sit in the Lich King's position?
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