There had to be a reason for this abnormality.
The Calamity Army's offensive seemed extremely violent, wave after wave. On all fronts, zombies, skeletons, and ghouls seemed to be as numerous as the stars in the sky, and it would take a lifetime to wipe them all out.
Urgent letters asking for help from all over flew to the major cities like snowflakes and were then gathered to Duque. There was so much news that the Mages in charge of magic messaging almost collapsed.
Most of them were requests to increase the quota of FFF flamethrowers. After actual combat testing, a new type of portable flamethrower, as long as there was enough fuel, could replace a squadron of militia.
Duque did not care about these details and directly let his subordinates make arrangements.
As a commander, he had to grasp the overall situation. As long as he grasped the essence through appearances and controlled the direction of the overall situation, everything else was just a side issue that could be left to the generals below.
However, as a transmigrator, how could Duque continue to lead the Alliance forward when the history he was familiar with began to become a little unreliable?
That night, Jaina saw a scene that shocked her to the core. She was even convinced by it.
On the flagship of the Kurtiras Navy on the northern coast, in Duque's main cabin, more than a hundred Magic Eyes floated in the air, constantly sweeping over the reports, and then more than two hundred Magic Hands constantly flipping through the pages of military intelligence reports.
This was not a report at the army level, and Jaina even caught a glimpse of several reports from local guerrillas.
Oh God of Mages, is he still human?
Mages could directly reflect what they observed into their minds through the Magic Eyes, but it was generally limited to one Magic Eye. Opening two Magic Eyes at the same time was like looking at two completely different images with the left and right eyes at the same time. The brain would directly overlap the images, and the eyes would be extremely confused.
How could Duque read a hundred reports at the same time?
Just hearing the noisy flipping of the pages, Jaina felt like she was hearing a tsunami.
Could this be the strength of a Breaking Dawn Mage?
However, when she visited Antonidas before, Jaina clearly remembered that Antonidas did not behave so inhumanly.
Jaina took a deep breath to calm her racing heart.
All Mages were people with an incomparable thirst for knowledge. Those without curiosity and motivation would never reach the Radiant Moon rank.
The current situation in front of Jaina was that Duque was like a book that seemed easy to understand but could never be finished.
Just when she thought that she had gotten close to Duque, she realized that it was just an illusion.
It seemed near but was actually far away.
He couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.
This feeling of anger and envy clung tightly to Jaina.
"No! I must see Duque's true strength! Besides, with my current identity, it's not offensive at all, "Jaina said to herself.
After all, she still had the dual titles of Duque's fiancée and disciple.
When Jaina carefully walked through the incomparably exaggerated main cabin and arrived at the bedroom that was supposed to be the captain's cabin but was now opened for Duque's use, she saw a scene that made her teeth itch.
That's right! At first glance, Jaina wished she could bite Duque to death.
Duque, who seemed to be working, was lying comfortably on the bed, his head pillowed on the lap of his personal maid, Vanessa. Vanessa, who was dressed in a black-and-white maid uniform, was gently massaging Duque's temples and other acupuncture points with her nimble and smooth hands.
But Jaina was immediately confused.
Then what about the two hundred Hands of Magic and Eyes of Magic outside?
Damn it!
Is Duque working?
Or is he lazing around in his bed?
Jaina stood at the door, dumbfounded.
While Jaina was punishing herself by standing, Vanessa did not look at Jaina again, except for the first time when Jaina appeared at the door. Instead, she used her hands, which were so fast that the naked eye could not follow, to massage Duke very comfortably.
That slut, Duque, was actually moaning in pleasure.
This made Jaina's face and ears turn red.
Even so, Jaina did not interrupt Duque. She waited quietly for Vanessa to finish massaging his head and neck.
After a while, Duque finally opened his eyes. "Oh, Jaina, thank you for not interrupting my rest. I've been carrying a heavy burden on my shoulders recently. "
Duque was speaking the truth.
The Alliance was at its weakest at this point in time. In the previous war, although the eleven countries of the Alliance had many leaders, it was undeniable that many kings and commanders were fierce fellows.
Not to mention the likes of Terenas and Eden, there were also the likes of Solas, Dellin, Andoine, and Antonidas.
As long as they could coordinate with each other, they would be able to hold their own in the outside world. Now, some had withdrawn from the alliance, and some had retired due to illness. Out of the 11 countries that were at their peak, only Dai Lin, Magni, and Kudran were still in their prime.
Now that William had yet to mature, and Mograine and Turalyon were too single-minded, it was hard for them to take control of the overall situation. The burden naturally fell on Duque.
The only fortunate thing was that Duque had saved more of the elites of the Rotterdam Kingdom than in history.
Duque's "rest" and "heavy responsibility" immediately stunned Jaina. All the doubts and dissatisfaction in her heart were gone, and all that was left was admiration.
Jaina pursed her lips lightly. "Duque, you've worked hard."
Duque waved his hand pretentiously. "It's alright. For the sake of Azeroth and the happiness of mankind, this is a small matter."
Well, if Jaina knew that Duque had completely let the system elf control the Hand of Magic and the Mage's Eye to gather intelligence, and that he was really corrupt, would he be beaten to death?
At this time, Abbendis suddenly came into the front hall, holding a large stack of intelligence newspapers in his hand. "Duque, the latest news — the Dark Dean, Gandin, has been resurrected, and has led 500,000 undead troops to the west to attack the territory of Gilnis. Then, Antonidas reappeared in front of the South Sea Kingdom's defense line for a while, and then disappeared. Arthas also briefly appeared in the north of Sador Bridge. "
Jaina couldn't help but say, "Now the pressure is all on the south of the Rotterdam Kingdom, and our elite troops are doing nothing in the north. Is this really good?"
Duque raised a finger. "First, saving the refugees is our top priority. The people are the soldiers, and the people are our hope. To some extent, exchanging some of the elite soldiers for the lives of the people is equivalent to exchanging part of the present for the future. Even if you look at it as a commander, it's not necessarily a bad thing. "
Duque raised a second finger. "Second, what you see is not necessarily true. And there is always only one truth! "
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