Wokin was speechless.
Duque continued.
"As a civilized and intelligent race, even in the first Battle of the Dark Portal 30 years ago, the Horde slaughtered so many towns and villages in Stormwind, but they didn't kill all the captives. Although it was a bit inhumane for King Terenas of Lordaeron to make the Orcs slave gladiators, he didn't kill the captives.
"Since the Alliance doesn't intend to do that, it's at least giving the Orcs a way out.
"Five years ago, Draenor was definitely too crowded for nearly three million Orcs. They had to eliminate themselves according to tradition. For less than 300,000 Orcs, that place is still very spacious. Besides, as long as there is another amazing guy like Gul 'dan among the Orcs, they can still go to other planets.
"Of course, we won't hand over control of the Dark Portal to the Orcs."
There were also some things that Duque wouldn't tell Wokin, such as installing a batch of bombs in Nagrand that could blow up the entire Nagrand region.
If they wanted to make a giant bomb with the goal of blowing up a planet, this method was obviously not reliable.
It would be much easier to lower the target and change it to a second Collapse Strike on the already destroyed Draenor.
Duque had already studied the geological structure of Draenor.
Without the core and other things, Draenor purely relied on gravity waves that could not be explained by science at this stage to attract the air on the surface.
The geological structure of the entire Draenor continent was far more fragile than most people thought. The void was destroying the land of Draenor, and at the same time, it was sucking away the air, water, and various nutrients on the continent.
This made the land of Draenor like a crispy biscuit. Not to mention hitting it with a stick, even a little bit of force could cause the whole continent to collapse.
In fact, the collapse of Draenor was a nonlinear acceleration process. When the collapse occurred more than 50% of the original collapse, the speed of the collapse would accelerate exponentially.
The Burning Legion could no longer use the Orcs to invade Azeroth. Once they were discovered by Duque, all the Orcs would be sent to heaven with a "bang!".
As for whether the Orcs would really go to heaven, it would depend on their luck.
Duque was already very kind not to order the slaughter of the Orcs.
Wokin did not say anything. He bowed deeply, "Thank you for your kindness."
When he looked up again, Duque found that Wokin was smiling. This was the first time Wo Jin had smiled since he joined the Alliance, although the troll's smile was always a bit creepy.
"What?"
"No, I and the tribe … Hmm, I can finally let go of all my attachment and reluctance. Next, if the Alliance wants the Darkspear Trolls to contribute their full strength, I think the Darkspear Trolls will be happy to do so. "Wo Jin chuckled.
"Huh? What about before? "
"Forget the hypocritical politician pleasantries. Trolls aren't good at that. To be honest, it was more out of helplessness before. "Walker shrugged. Because the troll's arms were too long, the shrug seemed a little exaggerated.
"Go get ready. The jungles of Pandaria need you. "
The Pandaria Continent was dominated by jungles and mountainous terrain. Previously, Brainless Roar had released a bunch of Orcs from a small tribe there, but he didn't bring them back when he left. After all, he still wanted to occupy the fertile land of Pandaria.
This batch of Orcs was only a few thousand, which was not much.
It was good to invest in the Night Elves, but it was better to not let the Darkspear Trolls be idle.
Moreover, this was also a proof of allegiance.
On the other side, after the Alliance officially announced the end of the war and set January 1st as Victory Day, a grand victory and celebration ceremony for seven consecutive days, the people of the Alliance were excited.
"Oh oh oh oh!"
"We won!"
"The damn tribe is finally finished!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
On the four continents of Azeroth, in the taverns of every Alliance territory, the boss made the same decision – free beer today!
"La la la la la!"
In the taverns, in the streets and alleys, there were revelers everywhere. They raised their beer bottles high, drank to their hearts' content, shouted, and toasted and hugged every Alliance member they bumped into.
Even the most serious Alliance army, the Throne Conference ordered: after the necessary security forces were arranged, non-duty officers and soldiers were allowed to celebrate, but the guards must not make any mistakes.
Smiles weaved on the faces of every Alliance person.
Tears also hung at the corners of the eyes of every Alliance person who had lost friends and family.
Without the need for organization, all the cemeteries outside the cities were quickly filled with people who came to visit the graves.
A simple flower that was picked by the roadside.
One of the most common white candles.
It was filled with the grief of the living for the dead.
"Dad! Do you understand? The Alliance won, and the tribe was finally destroyed. Your soul in heaven can rest in peace. " A one-armed middle-aged man in military uniform used his remaining hand to caress the unusually smooth tombstone that had no edges.
"Mom, I survived. I followed your wishes. I gave birth to many children. Jeff and John gave birth to grandchildren for you. Unfortunately, Tommy died in the Third Battle of the Dark Portal … "A woman in her fifties sobbed in front of the tombstone.
"Child, light a candle for your granduncle! If he didn't block the Orc's axe for me, there wouldn't be you and your father … "An old man pointed at his grandson.
It had been 30 years. The long war had created so many tragedies.
From the invasion of the Orcs, to the Scourge Army wreaking havoc, to the arrival of the Burning Legion, to the rampaging Dragons, to the Elemental Lords and the Ancient Gods causing destruction …
The people of Azeroth, especially the people of the Alliance, had suffered too much.
Although everyone knew that the Burning Legion would return within ten years, at least the complete destruction of the tribe represented the end of an era, as well as the end of a grudge.
The days had to continue. The survivors of that year hugged each other and fell asleep in relief.
From the second day onwards, it was the real celebration and revelry.
The official Victory Day announced by the Alliance was the 1st of January. But before that, the people had spontaneously started a large-scale celebration.
Countless ideas for celebration were created, and it also inspired countless poets and singers to write.
Duque waved his hand and had the troops that had been assembled but not sent out move out to participate in the battle of Kalimdor and the Pandaria Continent to wipe out the remaining enemies. Instead, 90% of the troops that had participated in the battle were replaced.
The people rushed to the various airports and seaports, quietly waiting for the return of each batch of warriors, giving them the most fanatical cheers.
People sent flowers, wine, lofty praises, and hot kisses from young girls.
The damn war was finally over, even if it was temporary …
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