The horn of the Horde was very special.
Of course, ordinary humans wouldn't be able to remember the cadence and rise and fall of the horn.
Duque had never been an ordinary person!
As long as they systematically intercepted the name of the Horde and compared it with the actions of the Horde, it would be easy to analyze it.
After all, the grammar of the Orc language wasn't too different from the grammar of the common language.
Generally speaking, it was still a subject, predicate, object structure.
Once they understood this, they would understand.
The horn that came from the human alliance translated into Orc language: We will attack the enemy from the north, please cooperate!
"No! This isn't our horn! "Orgrim was the first to realize.
"Whose?!" Before Thrall could ask, a trumpeter nearby already asked, "Which tribe are you from?"
The other side was silent for a few seconds before the sound of a bugle horn was heard.
Then, Orgrim's side was silent for a few seconds. For a moment, Orgrim almost wanted to turn around and run at all costs.
Wasn't this a trap?
Thrall was stunned for a moment and almost got hit by Arthas. He rolled on the ground awkwardly to avoid Frostmourne's horizontal slash.
It wasn't just the four Horde heroes; the entire Orc army was in an uproar.
It was a note that hadn't been played by a trumpeter for more than ten years. This note only meant one thing.
It was a name that was almost forgotten. No old Orc wanted to mention it, but they had to remember it — Duke Marcus.
The general meaning of the horn was: "I'm Duque. Do you need help? If not, I'll leave!"
On the Horde side, those who only had muscles left in their heads and were always saying, "Don't be a coward, just do it." Their graves were already three feet high.
Those who could survive more than ten years of hiding were not idiots.
Not to mention these big Orc bosses.
Orgrim and Rexxar were captured in the Battle of Scorching Canyon, and it took them many years to escape.
Grom was chased by the Windrunner sisters in Tirisfal Glades for many years. At first, it was the eldest and second sisters, and then Sylvanas chased him for a long time.
Although Sal had changed places, he had been a slave gladiator for a long time.
The unusual movements of the human army, the heavy weapons that were left behind in the military camp, the sudden attack of the Calamity Army, the ridiculously powerful leader of the Death Knights, and finally Duque, who had revealed his identity.
If they still didn't know that this was all Duque's plan, then Orgrim and the others would have wasted their lives.
"It's that demon Duque?!" Grom used [Bloodhowl] to block Arthis's attack head-on as he cursed, "How dare he say that he's joining forces with us?!"
"He's the only one who can be so shameless!" Orgrim gritted his teeth as he gave Arthis another blow with his hammer. His mouth was filled with bitterness.
"What do we do?!" Sal shouted.
What to do?
What else could he do?
Even if they knew that it was Duque, that bastard, who dug a hole for them, the whole tribe would still be in trouble. What else could they do?
Could he still beg for mercy from that inhumane dead face?
Arthis couldn't wait to turn them all into corpses.
The tribe could have a backbone and not let Duque come over. Maybe the humans would find a way to deal with the additional hundreds of thousands of Orc zombies, but so what? But if the humans didn't come over, the tribe would kneel.
Now the tribe wanted to revive, not be destroyed here!
Orgrim dodged and used a dying Beastman as a shield to block Arthas' [Death's Coil]. "Thrall! Do you understand? As a leader, there are many times when your decisions are accompanied by pain! "
Pain?
Yes! Ever since he was young, he had regarded Duque as his enemy and Duque as his imaginary enemy.
Finally, this legendary, possibly dead Great Devil had appeared in front of him.
Who would have thought that in their first meeting, they would fall into Duque's trap and have to beg Duque to save them?
The feeling of being fooled and crushed by Duque in terms of intelligence filled every cell in Sal's body.
However, Thrall was determined and wise. He exchanged glances with Orgrim and quickly made a decision …
Five kilometers to the north, the Scarlet Cross Army had regrouped after a battle that was not too intense. Although they weren't completely unscathed, it was definitely a rare victory.
More than 200,000 zombies, tens of thousands of ghouls, and thousands of cave demons and gargoyles had been destroyed. The Dalajan infantry regiment was organizing to clear out the remaining enemies and carefully collect the corpses, preparing to burn them all.
Duque had said that even if the corpses were disassembled, the Scourge could still use the bones to create more terrifying undead creatures.
Duke's description of the Scourge Army had easily frightened a few members of the Kirin Tor Parliament.
Duque secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't the Scourge yet. The Abomination, a monster made from a large number of corpses and a mountain of flesh, had yet to be born. Similarly, the evil Dark Liches hadn't developed the Blood and Bone Puppets, which were a mixture of flesh and bones.
It seemed that Arthas hadn't gotten the Ice Dragon Army either.
The Scourge now was far weaker than it had been in history.
Well, it should be the same for Arthas. The original Arthas had experienced the massacre of the Holy City of Stratholme, and the mental blow he had suffered was far greater than the burning of an orphanage. After all, it was a competition between him and the Dreadlord to see who could burn the infected residents faster but hadn't completely turned into zombies.
The torture of conscience like a death match was definitely much greater than burning a group of orphans.
It was true that he was now the most powerful Death Knight, but the human nature left in his soul made his dark powers far weaker than he had been at the same time in history.
This was what Duque could make use of.
As long as the Horde's fierce warriors were the vanguard, Duque had a 50% chance of making Arthas kneel here.
After the horn sounded, Mograine was a little nervous and a little perturbed. "Will the Horde agree?"
It wasn't just the Horde that couldn't change their minds. The Alliance was almost the same.
Suddenly hearing that they wanted to ally with the Horde?
If the one who made this proposal wasn't the legendary hero and the current commander of the Alliance, Duque, the generals below would have already made a fuss.
"If anyone has the confidence to defeat an undead army led by a Death Demigod with just the strength of humans, I'll give him the position of commander." Duque's one sentence suppressed everyone's different opinions.
At this moment, Duque's lips curled into a confident smile. "The Horde will agree."
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