Duque waved his hand. "Personally, I have no prejudice against any race. I admire the words of a great man. He said, 'I've seen the dirtiest humans and the noblest Orcs.' I'm not the only one with Orc heroes like Grom. The Alliance has also accepted the Draenei. You have to know that they come from the same origin as the Eredar race that we call demons. "
"Duque, you have a forgiving heart. You are indeed a great leader," Sal said with absolute certainty.
Duke was a little embarrassed. This was just like the legendary mutual flattery in the business world!
Duque spread his hands. "I can temporarily suppress the conflict between the Horde and the Alliance in Gray Valley. I can even get the Night Elves to give up a forest area to meet the Horde's logging requirements, but the Horde must talk to the Alliance through formal diplomatic channels."
"Sal, I know what you want to ask. But I won't give you any promises. The Alliance is the Alliance. This is an organization formed to fight against evil, with militarization as its core. Our purpose has never changed. Whether the Horde becomes the enemy of the Alliance and all of Azeroth depends on the Great Chief of the Horde. "
Duque emphasized the word "Great Chief."
This made Sal feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Duque drew a line on the table with his finger, and a thin line of frost elements appeared on the table, visually dividing it into two.
"If the Alliance goes to war with the Horde, it will only happen in one of the following two situations. Either the Horde goes to war with the Alliance first, or the Horde joins the Burning Legion or the ancient evil gods. This line cannot be crossed, or the Alliance will do their best to destroy the Horde first. "
Duque's words were like words chiseled on a stone wall, cold and sonorous. Sal completely understood Duque's determination.
Sal's mouth moved a few times, but he didn't say "no."
Did he blame Duque?
No! He didn't!
The old grudge between Duque and the tribe was a matter of the previous generation. Moreover, Duque was also serving his own master. Ever since the world started to collapse and evil forces kept attacking, Duque had been the wisest leader. Not only did he lead the Alliance, he even took care of the Tribe for a long time for the sake of righteousness.
Duque's words to him were the most perfect promise, an oath that would never be broken.
Duque's stance had been the same for more than ten years — righteousness was the most important!
Even as a former enemy and competitor, Sal admired Duque. Not only because of Duque's wisdom in developing new technologies and expanding the new economy, but he also admired Duque's character.
The Alliance didn't owe the Horde anything, but the Horde owed the Alliance many favors.
Thinking about how the Alliance had spent a lot of effort to rescue more than two million Tribes from Nagrand's shrinking territory, and thinking about how it was the Orcs who had been rescued back then who were clamoring to fight the Alliance for fertile land, Sal felt extremely ashamed.
From that great migration until now, half of Nagrand's land had collapsed. If they had followed the old Horde's methods, at least 1.2 million Orcs would have died of starvation or internal strife. Now … ironically, they didn't die from the collapse of the world. Instead, they were wasted by Garrus in the despicable war of attacking the Twilight Fortress.
Garrus clearly had better tactics and strategies, but in order to reduce the pressure on the Horde, he had mercilessly used up human lives.
Sal didn't dare to imagine it.
If there really came a day when Garrus led the Horde to declare war on the Alliance …
Sal lowered his head deeply.
After a few seconds, he raised his head. "Duque, thank you and the Alliance for your restraint. The recent series of conflicts between the Horde and the Alliance are all because of the Horde. If … if there really came a day when the Alliance launched a war against the Horde because of the above two reasons. I won't blame you! "
Sal didn't say if he would still stubbornly stand on the Horde's side in that situation.
Sal didn't even make any promises.
However, Duque knew what Sal's choice would be — he would most likely set things right like in the original history, and cooperate with the Alliance to overthrow the tyranny of Brainless Roar!
After pondering for a while, Duque wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt that it was good to be silent like this. As smart as Sal was, he had realized that the Horde, or rather, the Orcs, did not have many choices in the future. He just didn't want to admit this fact.
Duque wouldn't push Sal.
Because this was the choice of fate, and it was also the choice of him and the Orcs he represented.
A guy who couldn't see the big picture would only be crushed and destroyed by the giant wheel of fate. Although Duque admired Sal, if that day really came, Duque wouldn't hesitate.
Duque stopped thinking about this. Instead, he shamelessly said, "Let me take you to see Alexstrasza."
"Okay!"
Duque knew very well that he had taken away Sal's luck. In the original history, this scene in "Cataclysm" was Sal's highlight. Compared to William, the second-generation leader of the Alliance, Sal was more like the Son of the World in the Cataclysm.
Sal had used the power of the earth to perfectly fill in the missing part of the dragon soul.
Unfortunately, ever since Duke took care of Onyxia in this life, Sal was destined to be just a bonus, an additional insurance.
Between Sal, the Orc, and the Black Dragon Princess, Alexstrasza, who had been captured and tortured by the Orcs, it was obvious who she trusted more.
When facing Duque, except for Nozdormu, the other Dragon Kings would transform into their human forms to talk to Duque. This was a contribution to Duque, as well as respect for Duque's demigod status.
The Dragon Kings weren't so enthusiastic towards Sal.
"Hello, Sal! Thank you for coming to help this time. Regardless of whether you are needed in the end, you and the Orcs are willing to contribute to this world, and the Dragon Sleep Temple has received it. " Because Duque had greeted her earlier, Alexstrasza's attitude towards Sal was also quite friendly.
This made Sal breathe a sigh of relief.
The Tribe had established connections with the Dragon Sleep Temple and the guardians too late. By the time Duque had made a name for himself here, the Tribe had already been unable to keep up.
Whether it was in terms of strength or influence.
It wasn't that Sal didn't want to catch up, but this time, Duque's conquest of the three major elemental realms had completely disrupted Sal's rhythm. This was because Sal discovered that if he wanted to become a demigod, it was likely to take about five years.
For Azeroth, which was facing a crisis of extinction, this was simply impossible.
Sal's choice was to be a Messiah Shaman, and the price of this choice was likely to be that he would never be able to become a demigod.
Sal didn't regret it. He humbly bowed to the Dragon Kings, and then displayed his power as an Earth Shaman.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
