More than once, Duque had found that this Azeroth was a bit off.
A deviation of 21% wasn't high, but it wasn't low either. At least it was more than one-fifth.
Duque really didn't know whether Sylvanas knew how to ride or not. He only vaguely remembered that both the High Elves and the Blood Elves of later generations liked to ride a chocobo that looked a bit like an ostrich. Back in the game, he had killed a certain tragic prince countless times for a white chocobo.
He had almost pulled out the prince's last pair of underwear before he managed to kill it.
An ordinary man was not guilty, but Kael 'thas with two mounts … being a rich man was a sin!
Well, in this life, Duque and Kael 'thas didn't have any deep grudges.
No matter what, Queen Sylvanas was clearly saying that even if she didn't know how to ride a griffin, she still had to take him. When it came to the safety of her homeland, she had long since entered a state where she wouldn't listen no matter what.
Instead, Gavin Rad raised his hand and said, "I don't know how to ride a griffin, so I won't go."
Duque looked around and realized that if two people and a griffin were to ride, Sylvanas would have to rely on him.
"Uh, okay."
The captain of the Griffin Knights secretly rolled his eyes and couldn't help but praise a certain deputy commander in his heart. It was an unwritten rule that women were forbidden in the army. But there was no rule that said women couldn't go to the battlefield, right?
Although the two blonde Elven Rangers had been hovering around Duque all day, they could fight better than any man. In terms of kills alone, they could beat any man by nine streets.
The Silver Hand Knights had made a name for themselves in the Silverpine Forest.
Wuther, who was the best at fighting, only had a kill count in the triple digits.
What about Aurelia and Sylvanas?
The former had 1,388 kills, while the latter had 2,172. Moreover, if Aurelia hadn't left midway, it would have been most likely Aurelia, who had been in the lead, who kept the kill record.
In fourth place was still the Windrunner, which was the fourth sister, Lilas, with 812 kills.
It wasn't wrong to say that the Windrunner sisters were a force to be reckoned with.
Of course, the most insane Orc killer in the Alliance was none other than Duque. Even though Duque had very humbly pushed out the merits of trapping and killing the Horde to the other warriors, most of the merits were still given to Duque for this battle at the strait and using Myzrael, the Princess of the Earth to trap and kill tens of thousands of orcs.
On official records, Duque's kill count was 61820.
It had to be known that Duque wasn't just killing people. On his kill list, there were also powerhouses like the Beastman Fire Clan's Patriarch Dahl Triple Bloodblade, the Storm Marauder Clan's number two Warlock Rockama, who was second only to Gul 'dan.
In the eyes of the Alliance's soldiers, Duque was definitely a true powerhouse.
So, when they saw Cirvanas get on the griffin from the back and sit behind Duque, the knights all smiled. As long as Sir Duque can lead us to victory in this damn war, I don't care how many women he has.
The playful looks from the people around almost made Queen Sylvanas furious.
Before Queen Sylvanas could get on the griffin, Duque's waist was immediately attacked.
"Damn it! What now? "No matter how good of a temper Duque was, he would still be angry after being attacked for no reason.
"If we enter the battle, you will have to hug me tightly, and I will … according to what you said, I will be taken advantage of by you. While I still have time, I will take revenge first, "Cirvanas said with confidence. "Also, we must stop the Horde before they turn to Quel 'Thalas. Otherwise, I will twist your head off." Cirvanas confidently spoke about unreasonable things.
Duque felt wronged. He had once told Aurelia what it meant to take advantage of a Horde, and Cirvanas learned it.
He even used it on the spot.
No! This was already an advance!
A man and a woman riding on a griffin, hugging each other's waist and holding each other's hands, was it not normal? Is there a need to take revenge on me? And it's in advance!?
Of course, what Duque couldn't stand the most was that Queen Sylvanas actually wanted his people to fight to the death here to stop the Horde.
What a joke!
How could the elites of Orgrim be so easy to deal with? And in the forest where the combat power of the Trolls and Orcs was infinitely amplified? Moreover, if they dealt with the Horde here, how could they drag the Wildhammer Dwarves and High Elves into the battle?
No!
Queen Sylvanas was too arrogant. She couldn't let this evil trend grow!
At this thought, Duque pinched Queen Sylvanas' thigh hard.
"Ah!? What are you doing? "
"You still don't understand? Revenge! I haven't even done anything wrong and I'm already being punished. Is this reasonable? Do I think that your Prince Kael 'thas will definitely fall into evil ways in the future, so I should stab him to death now? "
"…" Cirvanas was speechless.
Duque thought maliciously, Hmm, if this works and I don't have to take responsibility, I, Duque, will first deal with that idiot Kael 'thas and that idiot Arthis first.
Duque thought again, If Queen Sylvanas pissed on my head now, will I have a good life in the future? No! No! I have to give this woman a strong dose of medicine.
"I have such foresight, but I didn't become a prophet. Instead, you're a charlatan? Bullsh * t! I did my best to think for you Elves and the Alliance. Now I'm being punished. I'm not doing it! I'm not doing it anymore! All troops, listen up. No one is to go to the Hinterlands until things are clear. Anyway, the Wildhammer Dwarves and High Elves didn't join the Alliance. If they all die, it has nothing to do with me, the Alliance's Deputy Commander. We'll wait for the Orcs to kill them all, then we'll deal with the Orcs. "
Their heroic Deputy Commander was furious. In fact, he was a little unhappy with the High Elves' stinginess and arrogance. All the Alliance soldiers around him suddenly became indignant. They stared at Cirvanas and the few Elven Rangers with sharp eyes.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on winter, Cirvanas finally realized the problem.
Although the High Elves and the Alliance had a close relationship up until now, in fact, whether it was the humans or the Dwarves, did they not resent the High Elves who refused to participate in the war?
The story of how arrogant the Silver Moon Council's representative was at the Lordaeron Conference had long spread throughout the Alliance.
Yes, the elites of the Windrunner Family had indeed killed a lot of Orcs, but compared to the entire battle, a mere few thousand people was simply a drop in the bucket.
For this war of races, the Bronze-Bearded Dwarves had died hundreds of thousands, and the human countries had sacrificed millions. However, the High Elves had almost no sacrifices.
When the humans and the Orcs were at war, the Elves were indifferent.
Well, now that Cuel Salas was in danger of being attacked, why did the Elves need the humans to send troops to help? Even if it was to rope in the Wildhammer Dwarves who had a closer relationship with the Alliance, the Alliance had no good reason to save Cuel Salas.
The problem was, without the help of humans, Cuel Salas would definitely not be able to hold on! This had been proven by history.
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