Comparisons were odious. When comparing goods, one had to throw them away.
If the Alliance did not have Duque, they would be like the Horde, helpless against the Twilight Dragons' invasion.
When a giant dragon reached adulthood, its defense, attack, and vitality would all be considerable. If a young dragon could still be injured by lighter weapons such as flintlocks and javelins, then once they reached adulthood, their hardened scales and dragon skin would allow them to ignore damage from cannons and below.
The tribe had an air force, and most of them were two-legged flying dragons. Unfortunately, as a pseudo-dragon, it could not overcome the natural flaw of a true dragon like the Twilight Wyrm. Once it encountered a real dragon, the Wyvern would panic and lose control. It would either flee or fight back, but it would be as weak as a loli whose clothes had been torn off and forced into a corner.
Gruul was very strong, but in the end, this monster with a demigod body was just a super large infantry. No matter how fast it ran, how could it keep up with so many Twilight Dragons that were flying around like blind flies?
Only then did the Horde realize how heaven-defying it was for the Alliance to have a demigod dragon directly under them.
This was cheating!
The Dustwallow Swamp was Onyxia's lair. Before she went to Stormwind to wreak havoc, this once evil She-Dragon was a local tyrant.
Don't look at how she was ordered around by Duque after being subdued by Duque. In fact, she had many underlings. More than ten adult dragons, more than a hundred baby dragons, more than three hundred dragon beasts, and about a thousand to eight hundred baby dragons. This was the entire lineup of her little brother army.
After knowing that the Twilight Fortress had been moved to the Barrenlands, Duque put Onyxia back in her lair so that she and Jaina's Theramore could cover for each other. If something went wrong, they could cover each other's escape.
He knew that Onyxia was like a Haoshoku Haki, killing more than a hundred Twilight Dragons in a row without panting.
Could this be the legendary Swamp (Mountain) Hundred Dragon Tyrant?
After causing the Twilight Dragon to run to Dustwallow Swamp, Braindead Roar cursed, "Is there no one stronger than the Twilight Fortress to deal with that lowly female dragon?"
There was an answer!
If that person came out, it was guaranteed that Onyxia would follow her heart. Following her heart, wasn't it just the word 'coward'?
The boss of the Twilight Fortress was naturally Onyxia's old mother, Sinestra.
The problem was that her mother had been dead for a long time and was now a corpse dragon. Did the zombie dragon need to eat?
Stop joking!
As long as Wings and the Great Mother didn't make a move, Onyxia was the undisputed ruler of the skies.
The Twilight Dragons had a couple of powerful players, but they were nothing compared to the new Earth Guardian Dragon, Ao!
However, Onyxia just guarded her own nest and didn't go anywhere. She would kill whoever came, and she wouldn't go out. It was as if she was a lady from a respectable family who never left the house. To put it bluntly, she was an otaku.
Because of Brainless Roar, the Horde fell out with the Alliance. The Alliance pretended not to notice the Horde's predicament.
Little Salufar secretly asked Wojin, "What's the situation on the Alliance's side?"
Wojin smiled bitterly, "The Alliance continues to report the situation to me. The Storm Naga went to Vasjir, the Blood Elves went to Uldum, the Dwarves and the Alliance's Flying Fleet are cleaning up Grim Batol, and the Alliance's Navy is dealing with the riots in Baradin Prison … They look very busy. "
Several foreign chiefs smiled bitterly.
After working with the Alliance for so many years, they roughly knew how much the Alliance had. Although the Alliance looked like they were putting out fires everywhere, in fact, the Alliance's main force didn't move at all.
As the Alliance's strongest force, Duque didn't participate in the war. The infantry of Stormwind, the elites of the Watchtower, and the two Flying Cities. They didn't even need to use their main forces. Just the flying insect army of the Qiraji insect people would be enough to fight evenly with the Twilight Dragon army of the Barren Land.
The Alliance was now obviously unhappy with Garrus Hellscream. Since the great chief of the Horde didn't even give the Alliance an invitation, why should the Alliance go all the way from the Eastern Kingdom to help you get rid of the Twilight Fortress?
It was at this time that Garrus made up his mind!
"The territory of the Horde must be defended by us! Varrock, gather all the warriors of the Horde, we will attack the Twilight Fortress in the Barrenlands! "
"Yes!" Varrock punched his chest and accepted the order.
Perhaps Garrus' diplomatic strategy was a mess, but at least he was qualified as an Orc leader. Fighting for the Orcs, fighting for the territory, this kind of heroism from ancient times touched Varrock's heart.
At this moment, all the Orcs and foreign chiefs, including Varrock, didn't think that Garrus was such a scam …
Thus, since the establishment of the new Horde, the largest war mobilization began.
The Orcs, Tauren, Trolls, Goblins, and the Forgotten, these five major races could be said to be the elites. With a large number of escorts from Gollons, more than a million troops were coming from all directions, ready to besiege the nail in the heart of the Horde: the Twilight Fortress.
When Duque heard this news, he laughed, "Haha! This is really interesting. Then I wish Mister Garrus victory, and let him become a hero of the Horde. "
To be honest, Duque didn't think that Braindead Roar would be able to defeat the black dragon's mother at all. The Deathwing family was a rather difficult existence to deal with, and who knew how many players had been traumatized by it in the past.
Onyxia's deep breaths, Nefarian's five-colored rock-paper-scissors, Sinestra's yo-yos, and the mighty Deathwing actually split and attacked multiple times.
However, Duque still gave Onyxia a death order. If she saw her mother charging over, she had to run without another word, even if she had to abandon Theramore.
Duque didn't want to lose a well-tamed female black dragon.
At this time, Tyrande sent a message.
"Come quickly, Duque. As expected, Ragnaros's target is Mount Hyjal."
Mount Hyjal had been the holy land of the Night Elves for tens of thousands of years. Even during the third battle at the Dark Portal, they had to give up a large part of the forest in order to kill Archimonde, and almost the entire mountain was blown up.
Even so, the Elves didn't completely give up on Mount Hyjal.
A large number of Druids stayed on Mount Hyjal, hoping to restore the Holy Mountain, which had been mostly destroyed by the explosion, to its original state.
It didn't matter if it took a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years. Anyway, even if they lost their endless life, the Night Elves were still a race with terrifying longevity.
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