One could imagine what would happen if the Scarlet Cross rushed in to rescue the Dalajan. That's right, the Beastman army would end up like the Scarlet Cross.
Duque smiled mysteriously. "If we went straight to the Dalajan, we would have to face nearly a million Scourge soldiers and a hundred thousand Beastmen. But now, with the Beastmen helping us take the lead, we can relax a lot. More than two thousand hammers blessed with King's Blessing and Power's Blessing in exchange for a hundred thousand elite Beastmen as our reinforcements. Not a bad deal, is it? "
Duque had a calm expression. Duke was able to easily make two powerful enemies kill each other. His ability to strategize was something that even Mograine, the former commander of the Alliance, had to admit that he couldn't compare to, let alone the other generals.
Duque didn't notice a beautiful female general standing behind Abbendis. She looked somewhat similar to Abbendis, and she was looking at him with some kind of indescribable fanaticism.
Abbendis asked, "When do we enter?"
Duque rested his chin on his hand. "Well, we attack when Arthas goes to cause trouble for Orgrim. Remember, we can't turn back. We have to kill our way through the enemy lines and the center of the Dalajan army. After joining up with the Dalajan mages, we can counterattack Arthas. Arthas has the magic tool Frostmourne. To be honest, Arthas should be a demigod now. Our chances of winning are not high. "
Abbendis asked tentatively, "What about the Dragon Sleep Temple …"
"I've asked. The Burning Legion has sent many powerful demons to attack the spatial barrier of Azeroth. Malygos and Nozdormu can't come, and the Emerald Dream has been unstable recently. Ysera can't leave either. "
In addition, Alexstrasza was still trapped in the Void of Karazhan. The current Dragon's Sleep Shrine was a classic example of a group of dragons without a leader.
In the past, Duque had wondered why the Dragon Sleep Temple was in Noscent and why the Scourge Army, that group of trash, could dominate all of Noscent and sweep through all lifeforms.
Only by immersing himself in this period of history did Duque truly understand the depth of the Burning Legion's foundation.
It was obvious that a large group of Kazark-level Demon Generals and Dreadlords were restraining the Giant Dragon Army from the outside, preventing the Giant Dragons from dealing with the mortal world's Scourge Army. In the Dragonbone Wasteland, the guardians of the Dragonbone Shrine could only protect themselves.
Duque smirked. "We're going to challenge demigods soon. Are you afraid?"
"If this demigod's name wasn't Arthas, I would've peed my pants." Abbendis seemed to be smiling bitterly.
Mograine gritted his teeth. "Loyalty! I will not retreat until I die! "
Duque sighed.
If it were him, he would definitely leave after saving them. There were so many Mages in the Dalajan. It would be terrible if they all died here. However, war was fought by humans, and humans had hearts.
Even with Kalia's help, Mograine and Abbendis would not be satisfied if they did not try to avenge Terenas and just left like that.
At the moment when Wuther could not be contacted, Duke did not have a single person who was powerful enough to break the charts. Challenging Arthas with just Mograine, Abbendis, and Antonidas would be courting death.
If Orgrim, 'Lord Howl' Grom, and Rexxar were included, it would be a different story.
In the original history, Grom had a glorious record of killing a Demon Lord.
First, they forced the Beastmen to fight Arthas. Then, Duque would be able to bring an insufficient number of people and act as' real 'reinforcements in an unkind way.
Of course, Duque did not want Mograine and Abbendis to die here.
"We don't know how powerful the peerless Frostmourne is. If things go south, we will quickly retreat in the opposite direction of the Beastmen's retreat. In principle, our goal is to return to the coast of the South Sea City. As long as we reach the South Sea defense line, we will be safe with the help of the cannons. "
Mograine and Abbendis nodded at the same time. Then, they looked at Prince Arthas in the north of the Dalajan, gritted their teeth, and left.
No one knew how many Undead the Scourge Army had created.
In the depths of Lake Lordamere, Undead kept coming out of the lake.
Even with the elites of the Scarlet Cross, it was a very risky thing to attack such a terrifying Undead Army. One mistake and the Scarlet Cross would become the Undead Crusade.
None of the Lordaeron soldiers hesitated, because in front of them was the traitor who had killed the king they swore to serve for the rest of their lives — Arthas!
The people of Lordaeron went down to prepare.
"Illucia, you should go back with Kalia. This will be the cruelest war zone from now on."
Kalia had long been teleported to Stormwind City. Even though Kalia already had the strength of a regional bishop, her identity as the Queen of Lordaeron had determined that no one would be willing to risk her life at the frontlines.
After Duque finished speaking, Illucia did not move.
"Hmm?"
"Duque, how long are you going to hide it from me? Are you going to face an evil demigod with your terrible magic circuits? "
Duque was shocked, and then smiled bitterly.
"Did you see through me?"
"Hmph! Where's your Magus Hand? Ten years ago, you had the power to wipe out half an army by yourself. Don't think I didn't see you when you made your move at Tarren Mill. That kind of proper spellcasting … How is it any different from an ordinary Radiant Moon Mage? No, the current you, apart from your superb skills, might not even be able to defeat me. "
Illucia was right. Duque was not in a good state.
Since his return, Duque had been secretly trying to repair his magic circuits.
Unfortunately, the ultra-long distance irregular teleportation not only put a huge burden on the System Elf, but also caused Duque's magic circuits to be in a state of constant acceleration and overload because of the many spatial cracks he encountered during the teleportation.
His magic circuits were not simply damaged. Many of them were directly burnt and melted. They were no longer orderly, and were almost twisted into a ball. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were crippled.
Duque turned his head slightly, and looked at the intense battlefield in the distance.
"Illucia, I must go!"
A tragedy was about to happen. If not to make up for the various regrets in his heart, what was the point of him transmigrating to Azeroth?
The current Duque was no longer the Duque of 15 years ago who was good as long as he was not a ghoul.
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