As soon as Duque said that, Tyrande and Malfurion felt a chill down their spines.
They had been fooled by their own fixed thinking.
That's right. For tens of thousands of years, if one wanted to go to Mount Hyjal from Azshara, they had to take a big detour. They had to go to Gray Valley in the west, then to Felwood Forest in the northwest, and finally to the west of Mount Hyjal. They had to go up the mountain from the lowest mountain on the west side.
But they had forgotten that as long as they did not enter Mount Hyjal, the Burning Legion's movements were not restricted.
Therefore, there was a possibility that the three parties had set up a large number of troops in Gray Valley, but the demons did not even care about these intercepting troops. They directly ran to the mountains north of Gray Valley and followed the mountains to the higher foot of Mount Hyjal.
Tyrande pursed her lips.
Duque said, "So, I suggest that the Alliance defend Azshara's landing point, and then defend the second battle at the foot of Mount Hyjal or in the open space halfway up the mountain. Also, the Alliance welcomes the Night Elves and the Horde to send military observers to our two lines of defense. "
No one knew what military observers were, but they could understand from the name. Duque was actually so generous as to let both sides send people to supervise the army?
No, this was not even supervising the army. This was completely showing the military essence of the Alliance to a temporary ally.
Queen Sylvanas couldn't sit still anymore, and the Whisper of the Wind drifted into Duque's ears. "Duque, is this really okay? Forget about the Night Elves, about the Horde … "
Duque smiled. "You don't know what kind of person the current chief of the Horde and Thrall are. Leave everything to me."
"Okay." Queen Sylvanas chose to believe in Duque.
Looking one step forward and thinking three steps ahead was the most basic quality of a leader.
What Duque had to do was think three steps ahead.
This temporary alliance was terrible. If the world wasn't about to be destroyed, there would be no basis for an alliance at all.
Everyone knew that taurens and orcs were the best meat shields, the High Elves were the strongest Mages, the Night Elves were the best archers, the Human Knights were the flank charges, the Dwarves played with guns and tanks, and the Gnomes played with cannons.
Wow! How great it was to combine the strengths of each race.
Why was it that in history, the three major factions had to each have their own camp and resist step by step?
It was all because of that pile of bad debts!
The Horde had just gotten rid of the Night Elf Demigod Cenarius, and the Dark Elves had been enemies with the Alliance for more than ten years. During the first and second Battle of the Dark Portal, the Alliance had massacred the Alliance's cities, and then the Alliance had enslaved the Beastmen. From the perspective of their own race, it was hard to say who was in the right and who was in the wrong.
The Alliance and the Night Elves weren't any better. Queen Sylvie sat next to Duque, almost dazzling Tyrande and Malfurion's eyes.
The High Elves were exiled by the Nature Elves. Who would have thought that they would have to kneel on their knees and beg the prodigal son they had chased out of the family to come back and save them?
If the person sitting next to Duque was a Magic Elven, such as Kael 'thas, then it would definitely be more eye-catching.
Fortunately, Queen Sylvie was a Ranger, so the Night Elves felt better.
To be honest, they were exiled because they hated the High Elves' abuse of magic. Duque and Jaina were also secretly provoking them.
So, Duque was deliberately being so generous. It was also to pave the way for a more sincere cooperation. Here, the Alliance is willing to fight two battles. You guys do as you see fit.
Seeing Duque like this, Medivh secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The Alliance was most afraid of the other races holding onto their own pockets and refusing to give in no matter what. If this went on, the best result would be to force them into a mess. In fact, they would still be minding their own business and wouldn't be able to fight at all.
The Alliance had made a good start, and the rest would be much easier to handle.
Medivh was the first to bow to Duque. "Thank you, Duque. Thank you and the Alliance for your contribution to Azeroth. "
On the other side, Tyrande and Malfurion also stood up and bowed.
Thrall had a bitter taste in his mouth.
The Beastmen had never been a stingy race. They were straightforward and liked to repay the generosity of others with generosity. But now, the Beastmen couldn't be generous.
Thrall had no way of knowing whether his hometown, Draenor, was still there. The Alliance had blocked all news from the Dark Portal. If his hometown was as Orgrim had described, then after his hometown exploded, the Beastmen in Kalimdor would be the last of them.
No matter how elite the Beastmen were, they were still too small compared to the Alliance's population of nearly ten million. Moreover, even if they survived this crisis, who could guarantee that the Alliance wouldn't attack again? Although Thrall also understood that under the premise that the world was in danger of being destroyed, any post-war alliance would only be a piece of waste paper, Thrall's heart was still trembling!
He had to stop the Burning Legion from destroying the world, but he also had to think of a way to preserve the vitality of his tribe. This was where Thrall was at a loss.
Thrall was still too young. His expression was practically written all over his face.
Duque couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he kept a straight face. "However, the Alliance won't be able to retreat to Mount Hyjal in time for the first battle in Azeroth. So, I hope that the Alliance's troops will be allowed to retreat if things go south. "
Tyrande and Thrall thought about it and nodded at the same time. "Sure."
After all, the Night Elves had repeatedly emphasized that they had a big move, but it needed time. On the other hand, as long as they could buy enough time, no one wanted to lose all their elites to the bottomless pit that was the Burning Legion.
So, Duque pointed to a place on the large map in the middle of the conference room. "I hope that when the Alliance's first line of defense can't hold on, we can retreat downstream from here."
As Duque spoke, he looked at Thrall. "I'm sorry, the Alliance's first line of defense is mostly mechanized troops. It will be difficult for them to retreat to Grey Valley, which is full of forests."
Thrall was bitter. He instinctively wanted to refuse. Because the place that Duque pointed to was the River of Wrath!
The River of Wrath was the dividing line between Azeroth and Grey Valley. The source in the north was near Mount Hyjal, but the downstream area in the south was the Horde's new main city, Orgrimmar!
If it wasn't for the fact that the world could be destroyed, would the Alliance's mechanized infantry pass through the main gate of their own main city?
Would the Horde be able to sleep?
If Thrall was a calculating leader, then he would most likely reject the offer.
But who was Thrall?
The man destined to become the Legendary Great Chief of the Horde!
Whether it was in the original history or this life, he would be praised by countless Orcs and even the Alliance. Not only was he wise, but he also had a heart that no great chief could reach — a heart of justice.
From his mouth full of fangs, Thrall spat out two words. "Yes."
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