A chess player's basic skill was to watch at least three moves before taking a step.
Good chess players could even see the next ten moves of their opponent.
Others who met Pandaria might say, "Wow! It's a whole new continent! Can we colonize it? Is there a new territory? "
Duque was thinking about how to fight the Burning Legion if they came.
At present, the Alliance had completed or basically completed their military deployment in the Eastern Kingdom, Kalimdor, and Northrend.
When the legion was ready, they would be snowballed by the demons if they weren't careful when facing the Burning Legion's spaceships dropping from the sky.
They did not care about the spaceship that had just landed. In a while, the Eredar Warlocks would directly open the teleportation door and send more Void Distortion Demons over.
More Eredar Warlocks arrived, and they immediately opened more teleportation gates.
One hour, they might only have to face hundreds of demons. If they didn't do anything for a day, the number might soar to ten thousand.
Anyway, there were billions of demons in the Twisting Nether. They would resurrect after being killed and run back to their corpses. The only thing stopping the demons from invading was the size of the portals, which was the number of troops sent out per unit of time.
The Azeroth in reality wasn't as small as it was in the game.
In the Elven Forest in the game, it would take ten minutes at most to run from the westernmost to the easternmost on a horse.
In reality, the Elven Forest was about a hundred kilometers from north to south and three hundred kilometers from east to west. It was also a forest with complicated terrain. People and horses had to be changed, and it would take a whole day to send a message.
With such a vast area, if they were still as backward as in history, they could only rely on griffins to find it. Most of the troops had to rely on the four legs of horses to run. By the time they arrived, it would be too late.
If Duque was given another ten years, Duque was confident that the three continents would be able to hold on. At least, they wouldn't collapse.
When they reached Pandaria, there wouldn't be any empty space without a major operation.
Of course, Duque knew that the Devilish Ancients, mantis-men, and Zandala Trolls weren't good people. The Alliance couldn't just start a massacre, right?
Anyway, they were strong and had a lot of capital. The Alliance just quietly pretended to be cool and waited for the Horde and the evil races on Pandaria to die.
In the following days.
All kinds of information continued to come.
Just like in history, Zandala successfully revived the first emperor of the Ancient Devils, the Thunder God, on the Island of Reckoning. The Zandala army was still overcast. They had found the Ancient Devil Mountain's treasury and wanted to steal the powerful treasures inside.
In the end, most of the Shadowpan Monastery fell into the hands of the evil. Even the sect master, Zhu Talan, was controlled by the evil of hatred. Only Master Xueliu and his disciples managed to restrain the threat of the evil of violence.
Because the Alliance had Old Chen take action, and with the help of Lena Lightspear and the other second-rate experts of the Alliance, the Shadowtrace Sect was able to purge the fiend's influence from the outside in. Zhu Tulan was also freed from the fiend's control.
After a short rest, Zhu Tulan finally realized that the situation in Pandaria was completely out of control.
The Shadow Trace Sect was an organization founded ten thousand years ago by the last emperor, Shao Hao, who had gathered a group of top-notch experts. They wandered in the shadow of Pandaria, fulfilling their mission of guarding the fiends.
As the current leader of the Shadowtrace Faction, Zhu Tulan carried a heavy burden on his shoulders. He commanded all the warriors of the Shadowtrace Faction and fought together with them to protect Pandaria from the invasion of outsiders.
In a sense, he was the biggest obstacle in the Alliance's control of Pandaria. After all, in the eyes of the pandaren, be it the Alliance or the Horde, they were all outsiders. Entering Pandaria without permission was the greatest provocation to the entire pandaren race. It was a declaration of war.
But the appearance of Old Chen and a group of Alliance elites made Zhu Tulan see something different.
"Old Chen, is the Alliance you speak of really so scrupulously abiding by the rules that they won't step into Pandaria without the consent of more than half of the pandaren leaders?"
Old Chen chewed on the bamboo in his mouth and repeated what happened on the Lost Island.
"First of all, I have to admit that this interracial organization called the Alliance is ten thousand times stronger than we imagined. Secondly, they are the enemies of the Orcs who slaughtered in the Jadeite Forest. I heard that the evil Orcs provoked a war against the Alliance. Since they couldn't beat the Alliance, they were most likely tempted by Yashaji and came to Pandaria to seek Yashaji's power.
"The most important thing is that the Alliance and the Ancient Gods are mortal enemies. They have already killed two Ancient Gods. I've seen the remains of the Ancient Gods with my own eyes, and I've felt the evil that hasn't faded from the Holy Light Seal. Moreover, the Alliance respects us pandaren very much because we guard Yashaji's remaining Sha. I think we're on the same page as the Alliance!
"Also, including their commander, Duke Marcus, the Alliance has many demigods."
Zhu Tulan was tempted.
It was true that the Shadow Trace Faction was the strongest evil suppression organization. At the same time, the Shadow Trace Faction was also proud. They had been around for ten thousand years, waiting for the day when Yashaji came out.
If not for this experience where even their leader was tricked, the Shadow Trace Faction probably wouldn't let outsiders intervene, let alone an Alliance dominated by humans. They were completely outsiders.
Yashaji's spirit was terrifying. They had personally experienced it. The organizations suppressing Sha all over Pandaria began to collapse, and the main force of the Shadow Trace Faction also suffered heavy losses.
In such a situation, no matter how stubborn Zhu Tulan was, he realized that the Shadow Trace Faction alone, or even the entire pandaren, couldn't suppress Sha and cause trouble all over the continent.
When the Zandala Trolls, Demonkin Ancients, Mantis Men, and the Horde joined forces, it might be the end of the pandaren.
The pandaren were more homebodies, not eccentric, and peace-loving, but they weren't stupid. They wouldn't sit still and wait for death.
It was rare that such a powerful Alliance was so polite and principled.
It was really to the liking of the pandaren, who regarded themselves as a race of etiquette.
Thinking of this, Zhu Tulan made a decision. "Old Chen, please introduce me to Marcus, the leader of the Alliance you mentioned. I want to verify with my own eyes whether he and his Alliance will help the pandaren's future. "
"Okay! No problem! Their people are here. They have a special way to contact us. "
Old Chen immediately found Lena Thunderspear.
Lena immediately raised her wrist and pressed her right hand on the bracer with a special gesture. "Silver Hand 10086 calling 9527. Please answer if you copy."
A second later, a crisp female voice came from the bracer. "9527 copy. Please speak!"
For the pandaren, who respected tradition and relied on shouting to pass messages, and only rode the Soaring Dragon in emergencies, instant messaging was simply nonsense.
After Lena finished speaking, another voice answered, "May I ask if Sect Master Zhu wants a quick meeting or an immediate one?"
"Huh?"
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