These two powerful chiefs were convinced that all of this was Gul 'dan's fault.
On the main road of Draenor, the plains that were originally covered with trees and vegetation had become lifeless. The trees that were once full of vitality had all withered, and the sky that was originally blue had now become as red as blood. All of this was because of those Warlocks, and their endless thirst for power.
Not only that, they had destroyed Draenor, but Gul 'dan was the mastermind behind all of this. It was also because of his fault that the Tribe was unable to defeat the Alliance and conquer that world called Azeroth.
This was all because of that cunning Warlock and his people had betrayed the Tribe at a crucial time, and went to that damned Demon King Sargeras' mausoleum to seek power, causing the frontlines to collapse!
"What should we do? You're already the wisest chief I know! You're not as good as me in battle, but I'm not as good as you in intelligence. "Kargath didn't hide his weakness at all.
I'm not as good as you in battle?
The place where Kilrogg's' dead eye 'was emitted a dim red light, but this light disappeared in a flash. He didn't need to argue with Kargath. He was very clear about how ruthless Kargath, the madman who had broken his own arm when he was imprisoned by the Ogres, and who had killed his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, was. Once he provoked this battle maniac's desire to fight, then the outcome wouldn't be decided in a day or half a day.
"First, we need to form a new core of the Tribe."
"Core!?"
"Yes! A powerful clan alliance that all the clans have no choice but to acknowledge, just like the Blackrock clan in the past. Without a powerful core as a flag, that group of people with brains full of muscles who only see the increasingly smaller hunting grounds in front of them won't listen to anyone. "
Kargath muttered to himself for a moment, "The Blackrock clan is destroyed, but if only the Warsong clan was here."
"Yes! It's a pity that Hellscream is trapped in Azeroth. "
This was a chain reaction.
If only one Blackrock clan was kneeling in Azeroth, then there would naturally be a second and third clan that followed closely behind.
However, it was precisely because he was clear about the structure and relationships of the tribe that Duque acted very decisively.
Getting rid of Blackstone, trapping Warsong, crippling Blood Ring, Dragon's Maw, and Shattering Palm, in addition to Frost Wolf, who had already been exiled to begin with. This was no different from wiping out the top five clans of the Horde.
Right now, the tribe was without a leader.
Duque did not know that he had pushed the tribe too hard in the second war, which directly led to the delay of Ner 'zhul's emergence.
What's more, he didn't know was that at some point in the future, an intense argument had already broken out about his existence.
In an illusory, incorporeal spiritual space, several voices were arguing loudly.
"Duke Marcus is definitely a desecration and destruction of the timeline!"
"Let's be clear. We Bronze Dragons are the protectors of Azeroth first, and then the protectors of Time."
"Are you sure this Duque is on the guardian's side? One of the possibilities we have deduced is that he will become the Lich King! "
"That's only one out of 1,024 possibilities. Why don't you say that there's an 82% chance that it will become better? There's a 17% chance that it will remain the same? "
"No, tampering is tampering. We must give him a warning."
"Karo, stop right there. The Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu at that point in time has clearly rejected all interference from us. Even if you return, it will be meaningless. Your power will be weakened to the point where you're weaker than a mortal."
"Alright … I'll compromise this time. Next time, I'll do it myself. "
Speaking of which, it was inevitable that Duque would incur the wrath of the Bronze Dragons of the future timeline. Because this guy had already begun to play with the changing of the era.
If the previous Azeroth was said to have a typical medieval worldview and magic, then now Duque was single-handedly pushing Stormwind City and Iron Furnace Castle from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance.
In fact, Duque really wanted to push Azeroth to the Industrial Revolution in a short period of time. Unfortunately, the three dwarven races that represented the highest technology in Azeroth — Dwarves, Gnomes, and Goblins — had all chosen the wrong technological talents. It was not an easy task to retract all of their unreliable ideas of seeking death.
At first, Duque wanted to promote the use of rifles in the human army. Unfortunately, the level of firearms in this world was currently at the level of those that used solid bullets.
Not only was the barrel thick, it could not fire continuously at all, and it could easily explode. When the enemy was charging, arrows could generally be shot three times, but this time was only enough for one shot from the gun.
Even something like a three-shot shot was not enough to make up for this substantial firepower deficiency.
So, Duque had to continue playing with shields and spears in the front row and spear throwers in the middle row.
The only big change was that Duque had introduced the Dwarven Mortars. The mortars of this era were not standard mortars. They were more like support short-barreled cannons, but Duque had improved the cannonball and the gunpowder of the cannonball.
The original solid cannonball was replaced with hollow iron balls filled with iron pellets to increase the destructive power of scattering.
The gunpowder was changed from adding gunpowder powder each time to storing the gunpowder in a gunpowder bag wrapped in oiled paper. When ignited, the gunpowder would still ignite, but the time needed to add the gunpowder was shortened, and the rate of fire increased.
Duque began to train the mortars. After all, this could increase the firepower of the soldiers in short-range firepower support.
Standing at the shooting range of the Overwatch Fort, watching Duque's mortar team fire shells at a rate of two per minute. Each shell could accurately blast more than 10 armored scarecrows into pieces. The high-ranking officials of the Alliance were speechless.
"It feels like we spend 10 years to train a knight, and he's gone in a minute on the battlefield. It's not as good as training a group of mortars for three months. "Andoine had his hands on his waist helplessly.
Duque shrugged. "It's not like you haven't experienced the Battle of Blackrock Mountain. If it weren't for the Dwarven Steam Tanks, would we still be standing here talking so leisurely?"
"Yes, yes! Technology is the number one productive force! "The Gnome Great Craftsman Gerbin recited Duque's" famous saying. "
Andoine looked at the huge steel vehicle that came from the north, passed through the drawbridge, and drove into the Overwatch Fort along the huge tracks on the drawbridge. He sighed deeply. "I didn't believe in technology in the past. Even though I've been to the Iron Stove Fort, I still can't imagine that it only takes a day to cross the entire Elven Forest. It only takes three days to get from Stormwind City to the Overwatch Fort. "
Anduin Lothar, who had stayed in the unbuilt Overwatch Fort for a period of time, knew very well what a miracle it was.
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