Those in power should never put all their eggs in one basket unless they were in dire straits.
So what Duque could do was not only avoid the most dangerous areas, evacuate the people and soldiers to relatively safe areas, but also expand the area.
For example, Duque clearly remembered that in the game, the Northshire Abbey in the human novice zone, across the river on the east bank was originally a field full of wolves. However, this area would be completely scorched during the Cataclysm.
Should people and belongings be evacuated to the Northshire Abbey?
Of course not!
The evacuation had to be expanded to cover the entire Elven Forest.
Similarly, in the Western Wilderness, now renamed the Western Wilderness, near the Gold Coast Mine, there would be a mini volcano called [Earthly Rage Fissure].
Duque had personally inspected it, and the geological conditions there were indeed relatively weak. It was also a priority area for evacuation. However, people could not be gathered in the Sentinel Territory or Moon Creek Town.
If possible, when the Cataclysm arrived, it was best to evacuate everyone in their families to the vast fields.
Only then could they avoid being wiped out altogether.
As for the most valuable works of art or important personnel, they would be brought to the two floating cities, the Dalajan and Naxxramas. At the same time, large amounts of food and water were stored on them. If necessary, the two floating cities would be used as the Apocalypse Ark …
Duque frowned as he listened to the reports coming in from all over the world.
"80% of the evacuation has been completed. The rest will be completed in three days," Cadgar reported.
Duque asked Illucia in the magic mirror, "What about the reaction of the people?"
"Thanks to Master's benevolent governance and trust in the Alliance, it is generally calm. There are no panic buying everywhere. 89% of the people have been settled in the refuge area, and food and water have been prepared for 15 days. "
Duque turned to Kudran and asked, "What about the air force?"
"They have been dispersed. We have also prepared for the worst. If the Weave is temporarily cut off, we will restore the traditional communication between the Gryphons and the flying warships. The old beacon tower has also been built. "
At this time, Tirion Fordring suggested, "Then, Duque, since you can predict the general location of the catastrophe, why don't you tell me? Should we also give the tribe a copy of the information about the changes in the terrain you foresee? "
Duque fell silent. He closed his eyes and thought for a full five seconds before nodding. "Okay."
The integrity of a Paladin was a virtue.
Unfortunately, this virtue was destined to only be possessed by a few people.
A true leader would never be so selfless.
However, Duke didn't mind giving Theon face and giving Thrall a final gift. If the historical trend of the tribe could not be reversed, then Sal's days as the great chief had already entered the countdown.
To be honest, Duque didn't need to rely on the Cataclysm to trick the tribe.
The tribe's territory was barren to begin with, so most of the areas were sparsely populated.
In the area controlled by Kalimdor's tribe, there wasn't a single city that would be destroyed by the Cataclysm. On the contrary, there was a lack of resources in a wide area.
When the Alliance's message reached Thrall, he was stunned for a long time.
He forcibly suppressed the riot of the fire elements. One-fifth of Orgrimmar had been burned. When he angrily ordered those Twilight believers to be hanged a million times, he had no choice but to deal with the devastation of the mess.
Hundreds of logging requests were sent to his desk.
He knew very well that if he really asked the Alliance for wood according to the demands of this group of animals, the Night Elves would probably go crazy and start a war on the spot.
Who knew that in Duque's handwritten letter, he personally informed them that this was probably just the beginning …
The western part of Durontal was likely to be flooded by the surging River of Wrath.
The Thousand Needles area and the Shining Plains were also likely to be flooded.
If this was a nightmare, Thrall would rather he had never fallen asleep.
This was really too terrifying.
Just as the Alliance had already made preparations, the tribe was waiting for the judgment of the end to come. In the underground palace of the Deep Rock Continent in the Earth Elemental Plane.
A violent voice that resounded through the entire underground world abruptly rang out.
"Pain!"
"Suffering —"
"My hatred burns in the abyss!"
If Duque was here, he would definitely recognize the owner of this voice on the spot — Deathwing Nesario!
In this special plane far away from the World of Azeroth, non-earth elemental creatures without the protection of special energy or earth elemental magic would be crushed to death by the tide of soil in an instant.
Because there was no sky and no water here. There was only endless soil and violent lava rising from time to time.
Nesario, who was once extremely arrogant and betrayed the entire dragon race, was now just a pile of broken dragon remains.
A hollow dragon head, a spine that only had half of its spine left, a pile of ribs that were broken into at least three pieces, and an incomplete tail and claws.
The so-called Deathwing was now just a joke.
Beside Deathwing, there was another huge dragon corpse. That was the corpse of his son who smashed Nefarian.
Countless illusory octopus-like tentacles stretched out from the void.
"Too weak! Too weak! Nesario, you're really too weak! "That was the voice of the ancient god Enzos.
"My master — for the sake of my hatred — give me another chance —" Nesario, who was once extremely arrogant, was now just a grandson.
"This is really the last chance …" Enzos let out a cold laugh.
A piece of spine suddenly appeared in the void.
It looked like the spine was already as big as a small mountain, dozens of times bigger than Nesario's entire dragon when he was alive.
If it was also a dragon, wouldn't it be thousands of times bigger than Nesario?
However, Nesario felt a trace of familiar aura from that huge bone.
"Familiar? Are you touched? It is precisely because you defeated it that you, the five great Dragon Aspects, have achieved 25,000 years of glory! "Enzos laughed sinisterly.
Neltharion suddenly remembered, and his soul exclaimed, "Galakrond!?"
"That's right, it's Galakrond's bone!"
It was an era when there were no dragons. A group of progenitor dragons lived on the land of Azeroth. They were the most primitive dragons.
They did not have the wisdom and strength of dragons, and were just a group of ordinary beasts that preyed on other animals for their own survival.
However, due to some unexplained reason, some dragons had a certain level of wisdom and could communicate in primitive languages. They could also consciously cooperate to hunt. Among them were the gray dragon Nesario, the red dragon Alexstrasza, the light yellow dragon Ysera, the blue dragon Malygos, the brown dragon Nozdormu, and the golden dragon Talonnixia.
And Galakrond, the giant progenitor dragon that was later known as the 'father of all dragons', also lived in that era …
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