Character determined fate, and experience determined height.
Growing up in human society at a young age gave Sal a broad vision that many of his predecessors and even several chiefs in the past did not have.
This was determined by his upbringing.
To Duque's surprise, Sal suppressed the doubts of Dorgin and Cain. He not only agreed to the Alliance's first retreat from the River of Fury, but also generously allowed the Alliance to choose an open space anywhere in the lower reaches of the River of Fury in Durotar.
Sal stood up. "I can't say that I know the Alliance very well, but I know that human cement is a magical thing. It can build a strong fortress group in a very short time. If the Alliance feels that with more time, they can build a stronger line of defense, then the Tribe does not mind defending the first battle at the foot of Mount Hyjal. "
There was a slight uproar in the hall.
To be honest, there was no conclusion as to who would be at the front. Except for a certain transmigrator, no one knew what the composition of the Burning Legion's forces was. It might not be a bad thing to be at the front, because there might be room for retreat. But it might not be a good thing to be at the back, because as the mountain road narrowed, retreat would become more and more difficult.
If the Night Elves insisted that they had not settled the matter and asked them to continue to fight, would they continue to fight or not?
But it was obvious that a wider position would be more conducive to the Alliance's deployment of cannons. Duque was indeed interested in the line of defense on the mountainside.
After all, the current situation was very different from the original history.
The original Alliance only had Jaina's Theramore army participating in the Battle of the Seamounts, so the number of troops was naturally pitiful.
Now, because Duque had saved half of Lordaeron, almost the entire Alliance was participating in the war. In addition, the Gnome's main city, Gnome Regan, which should have happened at this time in history, broke out more than a decade earlier. This time, there was no emergency transfer of the Gnome's mechanized troops to save the situation.
Therefore, the Alliance's troops were more abundant and larger.
The Night Elves would certainly take the position at the top of the mountain, and the remaining two options were the mountainside and the foot of the mountain. But the Alliance needed the mountainside, and the Tribe's cooperation was needed. Now that Sal took the initiative to propose it, he had really solved a big problem for Duque.
After a slight pause, Duque nodded. "Thank you, Tribe, for your understanding. In exchange, the Alliance will not only provide a large number of excellent Holy Light weapons to the Tribe, but will also provide 500 priests to assist the Tribe. Also, provide 2000 rangers to cover the retreat of the Horde. "
Sal's eyes were half-lidded. Duque was very generous. Although Orgrim had warned Thrall more than once to be careful of Duque, Duque's performance had convinced Thrall.
After getting the Night Elves' permission to cut down some of the trees in Felwood Forest for temporary construction, Sal asked the last question, "Alright! As for the Night Elves, the Tribe only has one last question. "
"Go ahead." Tyrande lifted her head slightly.
"Whether it's the Alliance or the Horde, we're all prepared to make a huge sacrifice for this battle. I just want to know if the move that the Night Elves prepared is worth it. I don't need a specific strategy or a name. I just want you to look me in the eye and answer my question. "
Magic and whatnot were too profound for the Beastmen.
The Orcs, who weren't native to Azeroth, didn't want to know what the Night Elves had done in the past ten thousand years to uphold their oath.
They only trusted their own instincts.
Tyrande stared at Thrall and replied in an extremely sacred tone, "It's worth it! And when that time comes, even if the Night Elves are completely wiped out, we will definitely fulfill our oath. "
Thrall let out a long sigh. "I have no more questions."
At this moment, he looked at Duque. "What about the Alliance?"
Duque sighed softly. "No one knows how strong Archimonde is. But I'm sure that he's at least a demigod. Those who haven't stepped into the realm of heroes can't even hurt a hair on his head. So I suggest that even if the defense line is breached, the Alliance and Horde must find a way to gather at the top of Mount Hyjal. "
Thrall narrowed his eyes. "Like last time near the Dalajan?"
"Yes!"
Thrall was silent for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened. "To be honest, our Tribe has never forgiven you at all, Duke Marcus!"
"Oh?" Duque was a little lazy. "When has the Alliance ever been willing to sincerely forgive the Beastmen who once massacred cities in the Alliance?"
Thrall didn't care about Duque's words at all. He continued, "But for the sake of this world, we choose to believe in the Alliance, even if temporarily. I hope that before we defeat the Burning Legion, we can work together happily. "Thrall strode forward and extended his hand to Duque.
Typical Alliance etiquette.
Duque let out a murky breath. This feeling was very strange.
Two races, two great forces.
There was a deep hatred between them, but at this time, they could feel each other's sincerity and chose to trust each other completely.
Perhaps this was fate … an ill-fated relationship!
Duque smiled. "Please be gentle when you shake hands. I'm just a weak Mage. If you use too much force, I'll report you for attacking the Alliance's commander."
Duque's words made Thrall laugh. He replied in a rough voice, "I'll be careful, like I'm dealing with your human porcelain."
This was a moment of great historical significance.
Duque and Thrall's handshake symbolized the first temporary reconciliation between the Alliance and the Horde in the World of Azeroth. In the face of a greater crisis, they had abandoned their differences and enmity to work together sincerely for the first time.
Tyrande walked up silently and placed her delicate hand on their interlocked fingers.
"For the future of Azeroth!" the three of them shouted in unison.
A huge war machine that spanned across eight races started to move at this moment.
A few hours later, a spectacular scene appeared in Grey Valley. Tens of thousands of Alliance and Horde troops were marching along the same path. They were once mortal enemies, but now, even though they were less than five meters away from each other, they were staring at each other, and none of them made a move.
There was no ridicule, no mockery, no humiliation, and no killing. Everyone was heading towards the same goal, the same destination.
Standing high up on the hill, Sylvanas looked at the long snake of troops in the distance. He couldn't help but feel emotional.
"I can't believe they're really going to ally with the Horde. I always find it ironic."
Duque turned his head. "Ironic? I advise you to get used to it. In the future, the Alliance and the Horde might fight endlessly, or it might be a united front against a foreign enemy. This … is the general trend! "
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