Who was the boss?
In any temporary or permanent organization, this was a very profound field of study.
To make an organization inefficient and difficult to make decisions, it was very simple. The more people with decision-making power, the better. For example, a thousand-member council with one person having one vote was definitely hundreds of times less efficient than a three-person decision-making group.
On the contrary, a centralized organization controlled by only a few people was definitely the most efficient.
However, efficiency did not equal correctness.
Therefore, in the history of Earth, countries controlled by certain tyrants or wise monarchs were either strong enough to sweep away the surrounding countries, or they declined and soon perished.
The only reason why the Alliance could be as strong as it was today was that the leader was Duque, a transmigrator.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the leader had an extremely bright appearance, but few people could understand their bitterness. Almost every day, a group of people came with the most cutting-edge technology, asking you to make a decision.
If you had enough money, manpower, and material resources, of course, you could try every one of them.
Unfortunately, there was never a leader who had so many resources to waste.
On Earth, Edison had used more than 6,000 kinds of materials and experimented more than 7,000 times, but he failed again and again. After experiencing thousands of failures that were simply horrors and nightmares in the eyes of mortals, Edison, who was good at summarizing, finally developed the electric light.
Yes, this was a good story.
But this was based on the basis that Edison was indeed a genius, and a diligent and persistent genius.
Duque faced thousands of reports every day, among which there were hundreds of reports about inventions. There was no lack of "wonderful ideas" such as planting pineapples in the ice and snow of Northrend and developing tropical fish farming.
If Duque was not a transmigrator, then the development of the Alliance would easily be led astray by those imaginative dwarves and gnomes.
It was precisely because he knew that the Alliance, and even the whole world, could not find a better leader than him that Duque held on to power.
For this, he did not hesitate … or rather, he controlled the absolute rule of the Alliance by taking care of the queens.
In contrast, he also proved his ability with a healthy and rapidly developing Alliance, repaying the trust of all the leaders of the Alliance in him.
Unfortunately, the appearance of the Gods of the Wilderness would undoubtedly impact Duque's authority.
More importantly, Duque knew that this group of violent Azeroth Greens would definitely lead Azeroth into the gutter.
Moreover, when Cenarius and Master Roar had clashed, other than the widely circulated version, there was also a secret that Master Roar had revealed himself. At that time, Cenarius had said that trees were the Night Elves' friends. The number of trees that Master Roar cut down was the number of his brothers and sisters that Master Roar had cut down. He wanted Master Roar to repay this debt of blood with the lives of Orcs.
Strictly speaking, this was not wrong. Once a tree reached the level of a thousand-year-old tree, it would have the chance to become a Treant with the help of a Druid. From there, it would become an Ancient Tree of War, an Ancient Tree of Wisdom, or even an Ancient Tree of Life.
The Warsong Beastmen had cut down trees, the Horde had cut down trees, and the Alliance had also cut down a lot of trees to develop their economy.
On top of that, Duque had taken in Master Hou as his follower. Sooner or later, this grudge and this debt would explode!
The most troublesome thing was that the Druid doctrine of these naturalists hadn't changed for nearly ten thousand years.
Not changing meant that they were stubbornly conservative.
Moreover, the original version of history had already proven that the Gods of the Wilderness weren't the decisive force in defeating the Burning Legion.
Since that was the case, Duque couldn't give up his leadership.
Now, a mere weakling like Cenarius was already rubbing elbows with him. If it was his father, the so-called strongest Demigod, White Deer Malorne?
Could he still give in?
Faced with Cenarius's questioning, Duque didn't back down. Instead, he laughed. "Cooperation? The premise of cooperation is sincere cooperation. You have to thoroughly consider both sides' combat strength and specialties to come up with the most suitable plan. You can't fight for credit, holding up the so-called 'cooperation' in order to show off your strength. In reality, you're just holding us back. "
Cenarius was angry. "You're saying that our God of the Wilderness is holding you back, Duke Marcus?"
Duque raised two fingers. "First, you can't represent the will of all the Gods of the Wilderness. And back then, the leader of the Gods of the Wilderness was your father, Malorne, not you, Cenarius. "
Cenarius couldn't catch his breath, and he looked like he was about to die from anger.
"Secondly, before your God of the Wilderness returned, my team and I did a better job than all of you. We have already destroyed C 'Thun and Yogg-Saron, overturned Ragnaros once, and killed the traitorous Earth Guardian Dragon, Nesario, once. I'm better at dealing with these opponents than you are. "
"So what, in the ancient war …" Cenarius subconsciously boasted.
Unexpectedly, Duque immediately interrupted him and raised a third finger. "Although I'm a little sorry, the fact is that when you were fighting on the battlefield, it was me from 10,000 years ago who sneaked into the Burning Legion and blew up Sargeras's portal, as well as his largest stronghold in the Twisting Nether. Oh, I also killed Archimonde once. So in terms of merit, all of you Gods of the Wilderness combined can't compare to me. "
Duque's words were reasonable, and he had to be convinced.
Cenarius choked, and what made him even more upset was that the other Gods of the Wilderness actually nodded in agreement with Duque's words.
Duque was right.
The God of the Wilderness was just a name, and they had never been a true whole. Those who advocated nature were actually only his line.
Duque concluded, "Our enemy is very powerful. In addition to N 'Zoth this time, I can foresee that Yashaji will also come out and cause a big incident. In the future, the Burning Legion will definitely return again. History has proven that the God of the Wilderness alone cannot achieve complete victory. Wasn't the victory of the past the result of the dragons, the God of the Wilderness, and countless mortals working together? "
"We need to unite all the forces that can be united. For this, I didn't even hesitate to form an alliance with a tribe that was once hostile, because this is the only way to fight against an increasingly large and powerful enemy. If you hold on to the narrow path of nature and hatred now, how will you coordinate the righteous forces of the entire Azeroth in the future? "
At this point, Duque had already secretly changed the concept and laid the groundwork for Cenarius.
What else could Cenarius say?
He suddenly didn't have that position.
As long as Cenarius was dealt with and the political alliance of the God of the Wilderness was dissolved, when Duque controlled the power, even if Malorne revived in the future, he wouldn't be able to shake Duque's leadership.
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