Jaina's words were a little dark. Perhaps it was different from the Alliance's mainstream policy of multi-racial harmony. As a countermeasure, it could be considered a form of insurance.
Hoof had a different opinion. "Delaney still can't trust the Orcs. How many times had this happened? The first time was the Evil Demon Blood, the second time was the power of Yasha-ji. Is there a third time? "
"Lord Imriel, if you're really that worried, I think we can let the Orcs learn the Way of the Holy Light," Theon suggested.
At this moment, Duque, who was the commander of the Alliance, laughed. "What a brilliant idea. I think it's not bad. Let's do that. And I think we can add something. "
"For example?" Tyrande and the others were curious.
"At the end of the day, it's the traditional Orcs' backward lifestyle of hunting that triggered the tribal unrest and deepened the inclination towards war. That kind of mindless method of snatching hunting grounds when there was no prey was too backward. So we returned a portion of the Barrenlands to the Frostwolf Clan. Then, he taught them farming techniques. I can personally assist the Cenarion Circle to further transform the land in the Barrenlands. "
"This is good." Malfurion was most delighted to see that. Whoever was using the land, it was always a good thing that the scars on the land could be repaired.
"Then, force Thrall and every Orc in his Frostwolf Clan to learn the common language within a certain period of time. If they fail to complete the task within the time limit, they will be punished with non-violence. I haven't thought of the details yet. Poor communication is one of the root causes of conflict. If we can understand each other better, it will reduce a lot of unnecessary friction. "
"Finally, there's the way of life in a fixed settlement. With farming as the foundation, the lifestyle had to change accordingly. I think the Alliance can do a lot. "
In a sense, what Duque was doing was more like colonization. When a country or a people was colonized for a long time, many lifestyles and ways of thinking would be subtly changed under the washing of time.
It was just like how Hindustan had been ruled by the Empire where the sun never sets for more than a hundred years. Even today, traces of it could still be seen in every aspect. There were countless connections between them, and there was no end to it.
Since Sal chose to join the Alliance as his last resort, he couldn't blame the Alliance for assimilating the Beastmen.
After reaching a preliminary consensus in the Throne Conference, Duque summoned Thrall.
The change in their status caused the two of them to no longer be on equal footing as before.
Duque did not deliberately humiliate Sal. Firstly, there was no need to do so. Secondly, that would be too petty.
The victor had already been decided and they were no longer enemies, so there was no need for him to do such a shameful thing.
Duque was entertaining Sal in the Lordaeron palace. As the husband of Queen Kalia, he owned a small palace that covered an area of 1,000 square meters in the palace.
Originally, he didn't want to be so troublesome, but the four queen wives insisted on building a palace for Duque. This made Duque even more certain of his title as the 'Uncrowned Emperor'.
Of course, having an Elemental Demigod as a husband was also a kind of social climb for a queen of the mortal world. The nobles of every country were proud of it.
When he arrived at the palace of Rotterdam City, Sal was filled with emotions. Led by the Thief hero, Vanessa, they walked into the living room.
Queen Kalia came out to say hello and left. In the resplendent living room, only Duque, Sal, and the maids Vanessa and Vashj were left.
Duque was very considerate and prepared a large pot of Rotterdam's ale for Sal, which was a specialty of Rotterdam.
Picking up the large wine glass specially prepared for the Orcs, Sal took a big gulp without hesitation. Duque noticed that Sal used his big green finger to pick up a napkin on the plate and wiped his mouth.
"It tastes good. Come to think of it, I haven't tasted this in almost 15 years."
"15 years?"
"Well, I was still a slave gladiator. Occasionally, I would be rewarded with some ale by my 'master' because of my outstanding performance. Although I hated that part of my life, I still liked ale. "
"Oh? Do you think the Frostwolf Clan is here to be slaves this time? "A playful smile appeared on Duque's face.
Unexpectedly, Sal curled his lips. "When I was young, I felt that being a slave was the most disgusting. When I grew up and became a chief for a long time, after the situation between the Alliance and the Horde changed, I realized that there was something more terrible than being a slave in the world — the destruction of the entire race. "
Duque was silent. It was not that he could not continue the conversation, but he wanted to see Sal's resolve.
Sal stared at Duque. "The Horde lost, and the Orcs also lost. I came with the resolve of a loser. Even if the Alliance once again treats the Orcs as slaves, I and the Frostwolf Clan will accept it. "
"What are you asking for?"
"Very simple, the reproduction of the Orc race. The Orcs are a great and brave race. They have made many mistakes and gone through many detours. I do not think the Orcs should be destroyed. At the same time, I think the Orcs will be a very good supplement for the Alliance. The Alliance will always need professional warriors. "
Duque was really unpredictable. Sal could only continue to act like a salesman and persuade Duque to accept the Orcs' alliance under the premise that the Throne Conference had not reached a conclusion.
"In terms of this, the Alliance has many substitutes. For example, the burly Tauren and Draenei. If we need agility, we also have werewolves. "
"They are too few in number. They can be used as an elite assault force, but not as a conventional, expendable vanguard warrior. " According to Sal, if he did not have a typical Orc appearance, no one could imagine that he was an absolute Orc. This was simply betraying his compatriots!
Duque was surprised.
For a moment, Duque almost thought that Sal was up to something. This kind of shameless bootlicking, was he really Sal?
But in the next second, Duque found that Sal was still the same Sal.
He was smart, rational, and not lacking in courage.
"If the Alliance was led by someone else, then I would probably be like this, groveling in order to seek the survival and reproduction of the Orcs. Then I would quietly wait for an opportunity. When the Alliance is weak or careless, then I would destroy the Alliance from the inside. At the very least, I would free the Orcs from the Alliance's slavery. "
"Then, what if I am the leader of the Alliance?" Duque leaned back safely, letting his back rest on the sofa. He crossed his legs and interlaced his fingers on his thighs.
Sal, on the other hand, shrugged and said, "No way. I am 30 years old this year. If it were any other Alliance leader, I might be able to endure it and see if I could wait until the leader of the Alliance grew old or died accidentally. But in the face of a demigod of Azeroth who was immortal and could not even be destroyed. And such a wise and great leader, I can only accept my fate. "
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