"Is this the general trend?" Queen Sylvanas repeated, deep in thought.
The general trend.
Since ancient times, how many people had been clear-headed and rational enough to see the general trend?
Countless idiots in high positions who thought that the world revolved around them could not see the general trend, causing him, his people, and even his entire race to pay the most terrible price.
She knew of Duque's hard work.
How many sleepless nights had Duque spent convincing the leaders of the various countries to temporarily set aside their hatred towards the Horde?
How many easy gains had Duque given up on to connect the resources of the various factions and make use of the advantages of each faction?
Duque used his not-so-broad shoulders to shoulder the future of half of Planet Azeroth.
Perhaps he had all sorts of bad habits, but as a person and as the leader of an alliance, Duque had done the best he could.
"Let's go. Since the Night Elves and the Horde have agreed to our request, we don't need to make battle plans anymore. Let's go check on the soldiers."
"Yes!" Queen Sylvanas and Jaina, who were beside Duque, nodded at the same time.
On the beach of Azeroth, huge towers rose from the ground. Those were temporary Mage Towers. Of course, they couldn't compare to the original Mage Towers, but as a pure mana amplification, it was already very impressive.
A little further away from the Mage Tower was a modular bunker. These bunkers were all the same size, about twenty square meters in size. A few days ago, they were just steel frames. After being transported here from the Iron Furnace Castle, they were quickly poured with cement that had been mixed on the spot.
The human engineers were using shovels to cover up the bunkers that were starting to take shape.
Inside the bunkers, there would be a dwarven cannon or a few crossbowmen using exorcism arrows blessed by the Holy Light.
With the bunkers as cover, the center of Azeroth was filled with well-organized artillery positions.
If there was enough time, Duque was even willing to build an east-west railway in Azeroth. Unfortunately, this was a position that was destined to be abandoned, so what the human engineers and dwarves were busy with was a huge asphalt road that could allow eight carriages to pass side by side.
"How long until everything is ready?" Duque asked Laing Bronzebeard, who was in charge of defense.
The Dwarf Prince, whose lifelong goal was adventure, had big dark bags under his eyes. "We can fight at any time, but the longer we fight, the higher the chance of survival for our brothers. They are all good men of the Alliance! "
Duque was filled with emotion as he looked at the soldiers in the distance who were skillfully preparing for battle.
He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to pull the Alliance elites who didn't need to come here.
These soldiers were not ordinary rookies.
Most of them were veterans who had participated in the first and second battles of the Door of Darkness. When they joined the army, the youngest among them was a young soldier of fourteen or fifteen years old, while the oldest was only a young soldier of eighteen or nineteen.
They came from various countries, and most of them had experienced the cruelest battle to defend the capital. At the very least, they had participated in two major battles with more than two hundred thousand people.
In the wilderness, in the depths of forests, in swamps, they had built bonfires, set up camps, endured mosquito bites, and gnawed on stinky jerky and wheat cakes. Then, they risked their lives to fight against enemies that were far larger than them.
Orcs, trolls, ogres, and even Gollons, who were several stories tall.
They had never been afraid.
They repeated themselves in the baptism of war day by day, and little by little, they turned from ignorant rookies into elite veterans who dominated the major battlefields.
Only this way could they be awarded the rank of sergeant after the second battle of the Door of Darkness.
But this was just the beginning. Then, for the arrival of this day, they were arranged to go to various areas where demons ran rampant, and constantly sharpened their skills and tactics through the bloodiest battles.
They fought Satyrs, fought Void Trolls, and were even organized to face the 'Hellfire' summoned by human Warlocks.
Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye.
After such a long time, most of them were middle-aged, and the youngest was nearly thirty years old. They had their own families and children.
Many kingdoms could not afford to support so many full-time soldiers, so they would choose to let these people retire and send them back to being farmers.
But with Duke's order, these elite warriors who had long passed the peak of their physical strength were left in the Dark Portal's guards.
Just for this day.
Because they had the best martial arts and the most mature hearts.
They would not lose their courage in an instant just because they saw a huge and terrifying demon, and become trash that could be slaughtered by the demon.
Duque said in a deep voice, "Gather the soldiers. I have something to say. "
Half an hour later, in addition to the garrison troops, fifty thousand soldiers arrived from a vast position that was more than ten kilometers long from the north to the south, forming five huge phalanxes.
Duque led the generals (kings) of the alliance, as well as the senior and junior generals, to the high platform, looked at the whole army, and took a deep breath.
The weather was getting colder, and the slightly cold wind blew on their faces, making their noses hurt.
But Duque could feel the soldiers' hearts were burning, and their burning gazes said it all.
Duque raised his hand, hit his chest, and gave a military salute.
Every general below followed suit and saluted.
What followed the military salute of the generals was the uniform sound of metal clanging against each other.
On the high platform, Duque took a step forward and looked at the elites of the alliance in front of him. More than thirty percent of the low-grade professionals were armed with all kinds of black technology, and they were a real army of tigers and wolves.
From their eyes, Duque saw vitality, pride, and rising fighting spirit.
There was no draft paper, and there was no need for draft paper. Fifteen years of being a commander had trained Duque's unnatural ability to speak without a script.
Standing in front of a silver magic microphone, Duque's voice spread throughout the army.
"Everyone, why have we gathered on this strange land today to prepare for battle? This is not our land, not our family, not the land where our people live and multiply, why should we fight to the death for it? "
After a pause, Duque answered his own question.
"Let me tell you, this is for the survival of the world!
This is not a joke! It is not something that is too far away from us!
"Because we are about to face the largest demon army in the history of this world — the Burning Legion! Once Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion, takes the power of the World Tree on Mount Hyjal behind us, all life in the world will be polluted and destroyed. "
At this point, there was a low commotion in the five huge phalanxes, but it quickly subsided.
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