"Once that happens, no one in the World of Azeroth will be able to escape death. Why? "
"There will no longer be living fish in the sea, rivers, and lakes. There will only be countless rotting corpses."
"The crops in the fields will no longer grow and turn into man-eating monsters."
"The water in the deep wells will turn into green poison."
"You, your family, your people, who will be able to continue living?"
"No one! Not a single one! We will all die! "
"When that time comes, the entire world will perish. You and your family will become rotting and dirty corpses. You will meet your end amidst the evil laughter of the demons."
"Tell me, do you want such a future?!"
As Duque's impassioned voice fell, an earth-shattering roar came from below.
"No! We don't want it! "
Duque waved his fist. "That's right! We don't want it! We want to continue living! We want peace for our descendants. We want to multiply! So, what are we going to say to the damn demons with our swords and cannons? "
"Get lost!"
"Go to hell! Demons! "
"Go back to where you came from!"
It was a messy answer, but it was more real.
The 50,000 strong army was like five huge boiling pots. They responded to Duque's words with a loud and enthusiastic voice.
Duque looked at the roaring expressions on the faces of the soldiers who were no longer young. He was satisfied. He was really satisfied.
It was absolutely necessary to have a morale-boosting rally. Knowing what they were fighting for and who their enemies were would make the soldiers more courageous and determined to fight!
Duque let the soldiers shout for almost 30 seconds. The next second, he pressed his hands in the air and made a mute gesture.
It was as if an invisible giant magic hand had isolated the air and stopped the sound from spreading. Every big shot and general of the Alliance was surprised to find that the soldiers who were shouting just a second ago had all quietened down.
All the voices stopped abruptly!
They were not inanimate objects. They were not the zombies used as cannon fodder by the Calamity Army.
They were the most elite troops of the Alliance. They were proud soldiers who had experienced countless battles.
If it had been any other general with lower contributions, they wouldn't have been able to suppress them.
However, in front of Duque, they were very disciplined.
When Duque wanted to speak, he was as docile as a sheep.
That's right!
This was Duque!
He was the number one hero of the Eastern Kingdom Alliance, who had led the entire Eastern Kingdom Alliance to victory in war after war, and saved the humans, High Elves, Dwarves, and Pygmies from extinction.
Looking at Duque's face, people naturally thought of the great retreat after the fall of Stormwind City, the Battle of the Southern Sea, the Battle of Paladin Bay, the Battle of Lordaeron City, the Great Battle of Black Rock Mountain … and the latest Dalajan coalition war and other glorious victories.
Only Duke Marcus had such an exaggerated and unsurpassable prestige to suppress these arrogant soldiers and generals, making them feel proud of themselves and obey his orders.
In front of Duque's halo of victory, even the Sin 'dorei Crown worn by Queen Shirley and the Kurtiras Crown on Jaina's head paled in comparison.
However, this wasn't important. The two queens locked their burning gazes firmly on Duque's stalwart back, their eyes blurred.
Duque spoke again.
"Yes! Everyone is right! Planet Azeroth is our home, our homeland! Whoever wants to trample on it will have to step over our dead bodies first! "
"That's right! Maybe we will all die! Maybe even our corpses will be desecrated by the evil Calamity Army! We might even have our souls imprisoned and helplessly become evil accomplices. "
"However, that! Again! Like! What!? "
Duque's voice suddenly rose by an octave, and he waved his hand.
"We have fought with our own will! With all our strength! Even at the end of the world, facing our ancestors, we can proudly announce that we have a clear conscience! "
"So, for the future of our descendants!"
"Go and fight!"
"Go and roar!"
"With our lives and souls, let's give our strongest voice to the damned demons!"
Duque raised his right fist with all his strength and pointed it at the sky!
"Long live the future!"
"Long live Azeroth!"
Thousands of arms were raised high!
It was a forest of swords!
It was a mountainous sea of hammers!
It was the unyielding will of billions of Azeroth creatures!
They completely vented the heat in their chests, letting the thousands of voices converge into one.
"Long live the future!"
"Long live Azeroth!"
Duque waved his hand. "In the name of the Alliance Commander, I announce that the Mount Hyjal operation has officially begun! Everyone, get into position! Let's go! "
The square formation that was extremely neat a moment ago began to quickly disperse in an orderly manner. Under the command of the middle and high-level generals, the soldiers ran to their respective positions.
The once silent beachhead erupted again.
Even though they were several kilometers away, they could still feel the murderous aura from above!
Turayan and Bu Laing came before Duque and saluted to Duque.
"Commander, do you have any other orders?" Turayan asked.
Duque looked at the undulating beach and sighed softly.
Crossing the Endless Sea to send an army of a hundred thousand plus heavy equipment was already the limit of what the Alliance could do.
It would be great if they could bring the main force of the Alliance here.
Unfortunately, there were not so many ifs in the world …
Duque said, "Soldiers without the will to fight can't face a terrifying existence that is several times stronger than them. But if the will to fight is too strong, it will only cause the good men of the Alliance to die here in vain. Tell the brats below that this is only the first battle. I don't need them all to die here. Follow the rules and retreat when it's time. I have prepared a magic array near Orgrimmar to send the troops in their best condition to the mountainside of Mount Hyjal. "
Turayan punched his chest with one hand. His gauntlet hit his breastplate with a crisp clang.
"Understood!"
Then Turayan and Bu Laing went down.
Just as they were about to walk down the high platform, Duque's voice floated over. "Remember to get out of Mount Hyjal alive, and then find a way to get out alive."
Turayan and Bu Laing looked at each other and smiled. "Boss, you're so demanding."
"Of course, if we're going to fight with our lives on the line, Mograine will be the commander here."
Waving his hand, Turayan's elegant figure before he left was imprinted in Duque's eyes.
Mograine patted Duque's back a little grumpily. "Damn it, you make it sound like I'm an idiot who only knows how to fight with my life on the line."
Duque didn't reply. He looked at Turayan, and then at Mograine. Duque was deep in thought.
Fate had changed!
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