"That's enough, you guys! Stop messing around! "Duque was so angry this time that his nose was crooked.
However, this Queen Sylvanas was the Queen Sylvanas he was familiar with.
An extremely courageous heroine. From another perspective, she was also an expert at courting death in fancy ways.
As her man, Duque had come to kill the general and capture the flag. Queen Sylvanas was also itching to do something.
Sigh, why can't Sylvanas learn from Sasha? Wouldn't it be great if she had the attributes of a good wife?
Duque rubbed his forehead and warned Queen Sylvanas, "Don't play with fire. I might succeed the first time, but I'll definitely die the second time."
"Of course I understand! I'll listen to you. This isn't Eversong Forest, anyway. "
Alright, Duque seemed to have found the crux of the matter.
If this was the homeland that Cirvanas deeply loved, then no matter what, he would resist step by step and inflict the greatest amount of damage on the Burning Legion.
At this moment, in the tribe's camp at the foot of the mountain, Grom was grinding his teeth.
There was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts.
He had fought with Duque and Duque's subordinates for more than ten years, and had even been saved by Duque. If Duque was still that "despicable person" who only knew how to hide in the army and play tricks, Grom obviously wouldn't care.
Now that Duque had suddenly done something so exciting, Grom, the self-proclaimed number one warrior of the tribe, really couldn't take it anymore.
"Hmph! That kind of thing, I can also do! "
Grom was too old, and Thrall couldn't control him. But Thrall used his wisdom to solve this matter.
"Grom, do you mean you can kill that lich, or do you mean you can run away like Duque after killing the lich?"
After thinking about it for a moment, the mighty Hellscream deflated.
If it were him, he would have nothing to fear against Recchi Winterfrost one on one. If he had to charge through the army at the front and kill a high-level lich, he wouldn't even have a 30% chance.
Don't even think about coming back after you go.
For example, a strength-type hero like him would always advance without retreat. Once he went up, he would either return with a complete victory or he would not be able to return. There was no third option.
Of course, the images that Duque sent them couldn't be the slightest. It was like showing an old 640-480 resolution TV to outsiders, while showing your own family members the legendary 8K ultra-high-definition TV.
The only thing the Horde and the Night Elves knew was that Duque had killed a Lich Commander of the Burning Legion.
In a sense, this was a form of protection for Duque, but it was also a form of flexing one's muscles.
Two hours later, Duque arrived at the tribal camp at the foot of the mountain.
There was no welcoming or murderous hostility. Sal, Wojin and Grom just received Duque.
"What is it?" asked Sal.
"Nothing. I just have some information about the Burning Legion to share with you." With that said, Duque took out a bunch of figurines, or rather, monster models.
The models were sculpted with Hand of Magic under the control of the system. This was the Azeroth version of 3D printing.
Sal's pupils constricted in an instant, and his eyes were firmly attracted by the monsters that Duque took out.
For example, this dog-like monster was covered in scarlet scales, with black barbs on its back and two huge white horns that looked like bull horns growing out of the front part of its neck. The edge of its hideous mouth, which looked a bit like a bird's beak, was full of sharp, jagged teeth.
But when Sal reached out and touched the monster, a 1: 1 projection that floated in midair and slowly rotated clockwise suddenly appeared. When the projection first appeared, all the orcs present were shocked. Brock almost drew his axe and was about to chop the monster.
"This is …" Sal's attention was attracted by the orc language scroll below the projection of the monster, and he subconsciously read it out, "Devil Hound, special skill [Mana Burn], mainly for spellcasters such as shamans …"
Sal immediately realized what Duque had done. This was Duque sharing information with the tribe in the simplest and most straightforward way.
Perhaps it could be considered that Duque was pretending, but no one could deny that without Duque's information, the warriors of the tribe would have had to pay with their lives to test it out.
For ease of reading, it was also translated into orc language, and the key skills of certain demons were marked with red circles.
Most orcs were illiterate. Living in the wilderness for the first half of their lives, coupled with more than a decade of imprisonment, few orcs understood orc language. Fortunately, Sal still had some shamans who were captured when Ner 'zhul attacked Azeroth. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have enough people to explain to the warriors.
Simple text explanations weren't that straightforward, but with the 3D projection, as long as the orcs weren't too stupid, they would be able to remember what kind of enemy to deal with.
For Duke to do this, it was really considerate of him.
Sal very straightforwardly bowed to Duque. "I thank you on behalf of the tribe. You are a true gentleman. "
Duque accepted Sal's bow calmly. "When it comes to dealing with the Burning Legion, our interests are the same. Moreover, I can't get the most accurate information. This is only the general situation. Please adapt to the situation on the battlefield. "
"We understand." As if remembering something, Sal asked again, "How long does the tribe need to last?"
Duque cast a slightly melancholic gaze towards the top of the mountain. "It depends on the Night Elves. But when the tribe needs to retreat, the Alliance will cover you. "
Regarding this answer, Sal was both helpless and nervous.
If they weren't forced into a corner, the tribe definitely wouldn't cooperate with the Alliance. No orc would feel comfortable thinking that their escape route was in the hands of the Alliance, their archenemy for more than a decade.
Unfortunately, no one had a choice!
The terrain of Mount Hyjal was very special. It was low in the west and high in the east, and the entire mountain path was S-shaped from west to east. Coupled with the super powerful array set up by the three Dragon Aspects, even the Archerons had to obediently go up the mountain from the west foot.
Who asked him to be summoned to Azeroth, and his strength was halved?
There was no battle that day, but not many orcs could sleep for the whole night.
At the foot of the mountain, countless dazzling meteors cut through the night sky, whistling as they smashed into the Gray Valley area in the south.
The Burning Legion was famous for their "three light" maniacs — steal everything, kill everything, and burn everything.
Otherwise, why would so many races in the universe hate the Burning Legion?
They had thought that the Burning Legion would take a shortcut from Azeroth, cross the precipice, and directly kill their way to the foot of Mount Hyjal. Otherwise, they would have to take a detour through Gray Valley and Felwood Forest and obediently come from the front.
Who would have thought that they guessed half right?
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