After Queen Sylvanas vividly described how terrible and ugly she had become, her skin was dull, and she was lifeless, the other women were curious.
"Uh, what about me?" Ilusia asked.
"Died, became a ghost, and wandered around the Scholomance Academy in Caer Darron."
"Wuuu!" Women loved to look beautiful. Hearing this news, Ilusia howled dryly.
"What about me?" Kalia asked weakly.
"I don't know, disappeared after the fall of Lordaeron."
"Sigh!" The kind princess sighed.
"What about me, what about me!?" Hoof wagged her tail.
"I don't know, it seems that you haven't appeared yet."
The Black Dragon Princess pointed at herself.
Queen Sylvanas bared her teeth. "I was killed twice, once as a living dragon. The dragon's head was hung at the gate of Stormwind City. The other time was resurrected by Nethario, and I was defeated again. "
The Black Dragon Princess was so desperate that she instantly turned into a corpse and did not want to move.
Only Queen Naga did not ask.
"Why don't you ask?" Queen Sylvanas was curious.
"If Duque did not save me, I would probably stray into the path of demons, and perhaps die in a place like the Serpentshrine." Vashj's face was indifferent.
Queen Sylvanas was shocked because Vashj had completely guessed her fate.
Vashj raised her hand and an ice crystal mirror that was brighter and clearer than a glass mirror appeared. Looking at herself in the mirror in the appearance of a High Elf, Vashj smiled sweetly. "Did I guess correctly? Oh! Looks like my loyalty to Master has to go up a notch. "
The results were very clear. It turned out that Duque did not have to worry about his harem changing at all.
Except for a few who did not know whether this change was good or bad, the rest were better than other timelines.
Sure enough, not long after, Duque's bedroom in Karazhan was raided. Originally, Jaina was surrounding the icicle to start her own performance, but who knew that she was too late.
The other three wives all came with a bunch of harem.
"Dear, you are indeed the best to us."
"I love you."
On this day, although Duque's divine sword was extremely sharp, facing a double-digit juicer, the demigod Duque almost died.
On the other side, the Alliance released a video.
It was the scene of Jaina killing Anastrian.
Sally announced, "At 10: 15 this morning. The Horde's Great Lich Anastrian, armed with a weapon of mass destruction [Focusing Rainbow], attempted to infiltrate Naxxramas and launch a devastating attack. When he was discovered by us, Deputy Commander Jaina Proudmore, Alliance Marshal Kael 'thas Eversong, and Mage Cadgar worked together to kill him. Moreover, through the [Focusing Rainbow Fragment] that he obtained, he developed a counter tactic. Destroy the remaining five [Rainbow of Focus] … "
Compared to the jubilation in the Alliance.
The atmosphere in the tribe was gloomy and gloomy.
In Orgrimmar's Great Hall, Garrus was destroying everything in front of him in a frenzy. "Idiot! Idiot! Trash! Anastrian, that piece of trash, he's done me in! "
When he angrily smashed his hall, he finally calmed down and looked at the charred tables in despair.
He didn't care about the life or death of the former Sun King.
What he cared about was that, less than five minutes after the Alliance's announcement, the remaining five [Rainbow of Focus] had all exploded. Because not enough material had been injected and the surrounding elements had been absorbed, the power of the explosion was quite small. It was roughly equivalent to the power of an [Iron Grenade]. Only an unlucky guy passing by had his hand injured.
But this had destroyed Garrus's hope of turning the tables.
"No! No! No — "
In the Great Hall, every table and chair that could be used to hold things was piled with distress reports from all over.
They wanted soldiers, food, everything. Most of them said, "I'm dying. If you don't come and save me, just wait to collect my corpse!"
Most of the Orcs were rough people. They didn't understand fancy gifts, and only used this method to express their dissatisfaction with their Great Chieftain.
Faced with the Alliance Fleet, which was high up in the sky and constantly firing cannons, the Horde had no way to deal with it.
Originally, Brainless Roar had wanted to blow up Naxxramas, give the Alliance a high threat, and then reverse the situation. Now it was all over.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Alliance Army's advance was too stable, or too slow. He, the Great Chieftain, would have been tied to a stone by the angry people and sunk into the river of anger.
But the Alliance was too stable. On all fronts, the Alliance's approach was to use artillery to clear the ground and eliminate all signs of resistance. Then the Army moved in, the Engineer Battalion caught up, and began to build fortifications and lay railways on the spot.
Every day, the railway network was extended towards the heart of the Horde. Barbed wire and high concrete walls were built along the railway, dividing the Horde's territory into pieces. Even guerrilla warfare couldn't start.
The Alliance Army occupied every advantageous high ground and built permanent fortifications on the spot, blockhouses, fortresses, and so on. Reinforced concrete was filled in as if it didn't cost money.
In Karazhan, Jaina, who had felt that her skin had become dry and dull over the past year, wondered if her immortality had lost its effect. She wore a silk robe that was as thin as a cicada's wings and looked at the real-time images sent by the Alliance's frontlines around her as she flipped through the reports.
"Yo, my dear, why don't you speed up the attack?"
Most of Duque's harem was responsible for important tasks. After rushing over to have a good time, they hurried back to their posts.
Those who could stay here were mostly people with a bit of free time.
Duque stroked the soft black hair of a certain dragon who had transformed into Countess Katrana and watched this guy perform the ultimate skill of tequila.
What was tequila?
The dragon's tongue rode the sword, and its breath smelled like orchids. It was called — tequila.
Duque had once conquered this guy with the spoilers of fate. Now that he had received a large amount of video information from Queen Sylvia, he always felt that this guy had gone from having no love in life to the other extreme. Why was he similar to Vashj, a bit like a fanatic?
Although Duque didn't dislike this!
Duque enjoyed the tequila and said, "To destroy a powerful organization, you must first go crazy. The current Horde isn't crazy enough! Because the only one who can truly be called a lunatic is Garrus for now. "
Jaina's golden eyebrows raised. "This was also designed by you?"
"No! This is an inevitability of fate! "Duque was extremely certain.
In Orgrimmar, Garrus fell into a state of half-madness. He no longer smashed things and vented his anger on his subordinates for no reason. Like a madman, he sat on his chief's throne, moving as if he was sitting on pins and needles while muttering to himself, "What else! There must be another chance! "
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