When Duque heard that Garrouch was attacking the neutral forces, Duque, who had snuck into Theramore's camp, laughed.
"Is the world black and white?" Duque asked Jaina, who was sitting opposite him.
"I used to think so. But now … "Jaina shook her head." That Garrouch is just as you said. He's quite … retarded! "
Duque raised his hand, and Solarian poured Duque a glass of red wine. Duque gently swirled the glass, letting the aroma of the red wine waft out.
"Anyone, any race, whatever they do in the world will be remembered. If this was a world dominated by a single race, perhaps it would be better. Unfortunately, neither the humans nor the Orcs are in control of 'hegemony' in Azeroth. It's not impossible to wage war against the neutral forces and races just for the survival of the race … "
Jaina smiled. "However, it will be difficult to attract more races to join the Horde in the future!"
Just like how the Alliance was never an organization made up of only one race, the Horde was the same.
Simply killing would not make more races support the Horde, and it would even alienate the other races in the Horde.
The Brainless Roar seemed to be using the most desired war of the younger generation of Orcs to obtain the land and resources they desired through conquest. However, these barbarians did not even care about the Shamans, nor did they have the concept of sustainable use of resources.
"Now is not the time. Garrouch has not broken the hearts of the other chiefs. Let's focus on solving the internal problems first. Ask Kael 'thas to go to Grim Batol. Hmm, ask Bu Laing to bring the second Alliance Air Fleet to cooperate with the Red Dragon Army and the Wildhammer Dwarves. "
Grim Batol was an abandoned fortress in the east of the wetlands.
Its history could be traced back to the Dwarven War of the Three Hammers. It was a fortress city built by the defeated Wildhammer Dwarves. Although the Wildhammer Dwarves won the subsequent raid by the Dark Iron Dwarves, Thaurissan's wife, Empress Morgaard, died in the battle of Grimbatore. Before she died, she gave Grimbatore an eternal curse. The Wildhammer Dwarves eventually fled their cursed home, never to return, and moved to Eagle's Nest Mountain.
During World War II at the Dark Portal, this place was once used by the Dragonmaw Clan Orcs under the guidance of Deathwing as a base to imprison the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza and train the tribe's Red Dragon Cavalry here. Duque had saved the Red Dragon Queen, who had almost been tortured like a dog, and forged a deep friendship with her.
After World War II, the area was practically abandoned.
The dwarves were unwilling to take this fortress that had no resources and no real significance. In the end, only the Red Dragon Army left behind a few adult Red Dragons to guard the place.
With the arrival of the Cataclysm, Deathwing reappeared in Azeroth, and the Twilight Hammer disciples who were wanted by the Alliance all over the world had already been killed. However, with the support of the Black Dragon Army, the Twilight Hammer worked together to drive away the Red Dragons here.
They transformed the stone hall built by the dwarves into a training ground. So Grimbatore had to fight again.
However, this level of trouble was not worth the Alliance's hero squad.
"Jaina, although I don't think Garrus has the guts to attack the Alliance now, you'd better stay in Theramore," Duque ordered.
"Yo, I'm facing an army of two million Orcs! What if I can't hold it? "Jaina joked." Why don't you transfer Naxxramas to the top of Theramore's head for me? "
"Pfft!" Duque laughed shamelessly. "At that time, the Horde will really have to go to war with the Alliance."
"Don't you want to?" Jaina's bright eyes were full of a faint smile.
Duque knew that this was also a test.
"Hey, I'm your man! Is it necessary to test me like this? "Duque raised his hand in surrender.
"I wonder which fiancé threw me into the ice and snow of the Tirisfal Woodland and let me experience the cruelty of the Orcs?" Jaina teased.
As smart as she was, it was impossible for her not to know Duque's intentions. At that time, she might have been confused for a while, but after carefully experiencing it later, she would definitely figure it out.
"Will you hate me for this?" Duque asked.
Jaina shrugged and spread her hands, pretending to be helpless. Then she sat over and leaned against Duque, her nimble and white fingers drawing circles on Duque's chest.
Jaina's voice was faint. "If I really hated you, I wouldn't have been willing to follow you for so many years without a title, and even be willing to bear your children. It's just that I never understood why you made me hostile to the Orcs at the expense of scaring me back then. Later, after the Horde went west, you were so tolerant of the Horde, even a little indulgent with Sal? I almost thought you had changed, or maybe you weren't you. "
Duque inserted his fingers into Jaina's fluffy golden hair and stroked it lovingly. "I'm sorry! From the past until now, I have always hoped that the Horde will completely withdraw from the stage of history. But what happened later … First, it was because of the situation. The enemies that were more ferocious than the Horde came wave after wave. Second, it could be said that I felt the guidance of fate. "
Fate was simply metaphysics.
It could be said that it existed, but it could also be unreliable.
However, Duque had been right for so many years that Jaina had long been convinced. She had to believe it even if she didn't want to.
"What about this time?" Jaina caressed Duke's face and blew into Dewell's ear. This girl was clearly using her womanhood to her advantage.
Duque was speechless.
If it weren't for the fact that this girl had been his sword practice partner for many years, eating her up, brainwashing and instigating her, and achieving the unlocking of all the postures, she would have been completely obedient to him. Uh, she even bought the ticket for the ship, Duke might really think that she was that girl who sold her father in history.
"It's not the right time!"
It wasn't that he didn't want revenge, it was just that it wasn't the right time yet!
Jaina was exceptionally intelligent and understood immediately. "Hey, since it's not the right time, why did you still want me to come to the frontlines? What if I can't escape? "
Jaina started to act spoiled.
Duque … Completely helpless, he could only smile bitterly as he took out a seemingly perfect gem and gave it to Jaina.
"Wow! It's so beautiful … The energy of this thing!? "No wonder Jaina was so shocked.
This thing looked perfect at first, like the eyeball of a blue dragon.
As a Radiant Moon Mage, Jaina immediately sensed the terrifying energy contained within it as soon as she touched it, as well as the astonishing Titan Runic Magic Formation.
"This is …"
"You can call it [Mass Produced Focusing Rainbow]."
[Focusing Rainbow]?
Mass produced?
What the hell was this?
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