In the city of New Kul Tiras in Hidden Treasure Bay, Jaina finished a hard day of work and returned to her mage tower. With a wave of her hand, she opened a magic mirror and said a sentence.
"Gruul is dead."
"Well, as expected."
Jaina gently flipped her brilliant blonde hair, then deliberately squeezed her magic twin peaks. "Duque, when are you coming back?"
What seemed like an understatement was a shocking fact.
Yes! That's right! In the magic mirror, the person who was talking to Jaina was none other than Duke.
"Ahem! My good disciple, you're not being good. Let me tell you, flirt … "
"Get f * cked." The master and disciple said the second half of the sentence at the same time.
Jaina gave Duque a provocative look, wantonly showing off her beautiful curves in front of Duque. "Then come back!"
"Uh, I'm almost done here. I've collected about three-quarters of the timeline. I can use brute force to push the rest, but it's a bit rough. "
Withdrawing her smile, Jaina said seriously, "Duque, we … we all miss you. Although everything is fine without you, it always feels like something is missing. "
Duque sighed. "I'll try my best. If I'm fast, according to the time on your side, I'll be back in about a month. Just in time to finish. "
"Well, this is the best news I've heard in three years. As a small reward, I'll give you a dance." Jaina's smiling face was charming. She raised her hand, and an ice pipe appeared out of thin air in the center of the image. Her elemental control was so pure that there were no edges or burrs on the pipe. It was like a smooth pipe that had been finely processed in a steel mill.
Jaina danced around the pipe, making Duque's mouth dry.
"Hmph! Little hussy, you're going to die! "Duque made a declaration like a defeated dog.
"Hmph! I'll be waiting! "Jaina patted her perky buttocks in protest.
Then the two turned off the communication.
The war between the Alliance and the Horde was completely one-sided. Especially when Gruul's huge head was hung on the bow of the [Bismarck], it naturally caused panic in the tribe.
Out of fear, a large number of tribesmen abandoned their homes and began a long journey towards the only safe place in their hearts — Orgrimmar.
"Why do I feel that Gruul is very weak?" William was a little puzzled during the Throne Conference.
Jaina replied calmly, "It's not that he's weak, it's that the entire World of Azeroth has become stronger. According to Duque, the World Will has sensed the danger and started to release more of the planet's energy that we don't understand. This energy can unlock the shackles of our combat power, allowing the local powerhouses to advance to a higher level. "
Vashj continued, "Well, I was also curious at first. Why did Duque want me to swear allegiance to the planet and swear to become a demigod directly under the planet? Now that I know, I can feel my strength increasing every day, though very little. This is not the result of cultivation, it's purely a gift from the planet. "
William understood. "Although Gruul has the body of a demigod, he has always had no intention of serving Azeroth, so his strength has not increased?"
"Yes!"
If Duque was here, he might say, 'Gruul, you're a level-70 Boss, and you still want to talk nonsense in a level-90 environment? You're already giving face by not finding someone to kill you alone. Don't you know how much you're worth? '
This, he really didn't.
So Gruul died.
"Yes, the people below asked, 'What should we do with the women and children who are trying to evacuate?'" Kalia asked.
There was silence in the Throne Conference.
It was William who spoke first. "Twenty-five years ago, our fathers didn't kill all these green-skinned bastards. That's the biggest mistake. Are we going to let these bastards live for another 15 years and declare war on the Alliance for the third time? "
Obviously, the violent side of him that he inherited from the Wolf God Goldring had flared up.
What he said was the truth, but it was against the teachings of the Holy Light.
Jaina suddenly said, "Let them go to Orgrim. The Alliance is always an organization that fights against evil. There's no need to tarnish the glory of the Alliance on this matter. Moreover, a large number of refugees can easily destroy the fragile food reserves of the tribe. "
"Wait! What if that brainless Garrouch orders the massacre of Orc civilians, triggers an uprising, and then is overthrown? Won't this war be lost? "Muradin muttered.
The lifespan of dwarves was much longer than that of humans. Twenty-nine years was far from the next generation. Iron Furnace Castle and Loch Modan were the places that were the most severely ravaged by the Orcs. For most dwarves, it was still fresh in their memories.
The dwarves didn't want to stop the war.
"Don't worry!" Jaina said confidently. "Very soon, an opportunity will appear. Garrouch will definitely take the risk out of desperation."
At this moment, Gerbin jumped up. "Hey! Wait! It's not your style to speak like a charlatan. Lady Marcus! "
Normally, in Azeroth, the human custom was to follow her husband's surname when married. However, the status of the four queens was special, and Duque didn't care, so he was allowed to keep his surname.
When the great craftsman Gerbin pointed out Jaina's surname, it was obvious that he was referring to Duque.
Facing the passionate gazes of her sisters, Jaina couldn't resist and raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, I admit that I've contacted Duque. He'll be back soon, probably in a month's time. That's his arrangement. "
There was a burst of laughter in the Throne Room.
Everyone was used to Duque being the boss. It wasn't that William wasn't good, it was just that there was a better and more perfect Duque, so why did they have to bow down to him? Moreover, the annihilation of the Horde was a big deal. No matter what, there should be a founder of the Alliance like Duque.
Now that there was news of Duque, everyone was naturally reassured.
"Alright! We just have to do our own thing. Now, it's time to give Garrouch the last push. "
In Orgrimmar, Garrouch was about to go crazy.
Having just destroyed Theramore, Garrouch felt that a small thing like the Northern Fortress wasn't worth his time, so he went back to Orgrimmar to oversee it.
Who knew that as soon as he returned, he would receive an avalanche of emergency letters.
"Great chief, there are already as many as 300,000 people gathered outside Durotar, or even more. The civil officials can't even count them. What should we do? "
"What should we do? How would I know what to do? "The brainless roared.
He was reckless and brainless, but at least he had some common sense and knew that the people had to eat. Where would Orgrimmar get the food to feed 300,000 mouths?
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