Stormwind God

Personality determines fate, and experience determines height.

Growing up in human society at an early age has given Thrall a wide range of visions that did not exist in the predecessors and even in the past.

This is determined by his growing experience.

Completely beyond Duke's expectations, Salli's public opinion suppressed the doubts of Vol'jin and Kane. He not only agreed to the first retreat of the Nushui River, but also generously allowed the Alliance to choose an open space anywhere in the lower reaches of the Nushui River in Durotar for the purpose of reorganizing the remnants.

Thrall stood up: "I dare not say that I know the Alliance well, but I know that human cement is just as amazing. It can build a strong fortress group in a short period of time. If the Alliance feels more adequate Time, we can build a stronger defense, so the tribe doesn't mind defending the first line at the foot of Mount Hyjal. "

There was a sudden uproar in the hall.

Seriously, who will carry the front, this will not be any conclusion. Except for a traversal, no one knows what constitutes the strength of the Burning Legion. It is not necessarily a bad thing to carry ahead, because there is likely to be room for retreat. But it may not be a good thing to carry it behind, because the retreat becomes more difficult as the mountain road narrows.

The night elves said that they couldn't handle it in minutes. Would you like to carry it on, so do you carry it or not?

But it is clear that a broader position will be more conducive to the Alliance's deployment of artillery positions. Duke did see the line of defense on the mountainside.

After all, the situation is very different from the original history.

It turned out that the Alliance was only Jaina's Theramore Army to participate in the battle of the seamounts, and the troop strength was naturally poor.

Now because Duke has secured half of Lordaeron, almost the entire league is participating. In addition, in the history of the dwarf main city Nomorigan, which should have been born at this time, the radiation leak event broke out more than a decade ago. This time, there was no dwarf emergency return to mechanized troops to save the field.

Therefore, the alliance's troops are more abundant and the number is larger.

Of course, the night elves will hold the position on the top of the mountain, and the rest is the choice of the mountainside and the foot of the mountain. However, the alliance needs the position on the mountainside and the tribe to cooperate. Now Thrall offered to solve Duke's trouble.

After a moment's pause, Duke nodded: "Thank the tribe for understanding. In exchange, the alliance will not only provide a large number of excellent light weapons to the tribe, but also provide 5oo priests to assist the tribe. And 2ooo rangers when the tribe retreats Troop cover. "

Thrall's eyes narrowed. Duke was generous. Although Orgrim warned Thrall more than once during his lifetime, he must be careful about Duke, but in the face of right and wrong, Duke's performance convinced Thrall to take oral medication.

After obtaining the consent of the night elves, allowing the tribe to cut down some trees in the Felwood forest for temporary construction, Thrall asked the last question: "Okay! For the night elves, the tribe has only one last question."

"You ask." Tyrande raised slightly.

"Either the Alliance or the Horde, we are all prepared to make a huge sacrifice for this battle. I just want to know whether the trick prepared by the night elves is worth it for us. I do n’t need a specific strategy or What name, I just want you to look into my eyes and answer my question. "

Magic or something is too mysterious for the orcs.

Orcs who are not part of Azeroth's native race do not want to know what the night elves have done for 10,000 years in order to defend their vows.

They only trust their intuition.

Tyrande stared at Thrall in this way and replied in an extremely sacred tone: "It's worth it! And once that time comes, even if the night elves are completely destroyed, we will all fulfill our vows."

Sal Chang breathed a sigh of relief: "I have no problem."

At this point, he looked at Duke: "What about the alliance?"

Duke sighed softly: "No one knows how strong Archimonde is. But I can be sure that Archimonde is at least a demigod. There is no presence in the realm of heroes, and he will not hurt even a single hair. .So I propose that even if the defense is breached, the Alliance and Horde strongmen must find a way to concentrate on the summit of Mount Hyjal. "

Thrall narrowed his eyes: "Like last time near Dalaran?"

"Correct!"

Thrall was silent for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened: "Seriously, our tribe has never forgiven you at all, Duke Marcus!"

"Oh?" Duke was lazy. "Why was the Alliance willing to forgive the orcs who once slaughtered the city within the Alliance?"

Thrall didn't care about Duke's words at all, he continued: "But for this world, we choose to believe in the alliance, even if it is temporary. I hope we can cooperate happily before defeating the Burning Legion." Thrall strode forward , Reached out to Duke.

Typical alliance etiquette.

Duke took a sigh of spit, and it felt strange now.

Two races, two forces.

There is a deep hatred between each other, but at this time, they can feel the true heart of the other party and choose to believe the other party thoroughly.

Maybe, this is what is destined to ... Nie Yuan!

Duke smiled: "Please be gentle when shaking hands. I'm just a fragile mage. You're too hard. Be careful. I'll sue you for attacking the Alliance Commander."

Duke's words made Thrall laugh, and he replied rudely: "I will be careful as if dealing with your human porcelain."

This moment is a moment of historical significance.

The handshake between Duke and Thrall symbolized the first temporary reconciliation of the Azeroth world, alliances and tribes. In the face of a greater crisis, we abandoned differences and hostility, and for the first time cooperated sincerely.

Tyrande came up silently, and put her more delicate jade hand on the fingers of the two staggered.

"For the future of Azeroth!" The three shouted in unison.

A huge war machine across eight races started at this moment.

A few hours later, a spectacular scene appeared in Ashenvale, with tens of thousands of alliances and tribes walking along the same path. Once the enemies of life and death, even if they were glaring at each other with a distance of less than five meters, no one would do anything.

There was no sneer, no mockery, no insult, and no angry killing. Everyone went towards the same goal and the same destination.

Standing on a high hill and watching the serpentine snakes distant from the distance, Sylvanas couldn't help feeling sorrowful.

"It's really ironic that I really want to join forces with the tribe."

Duke turned his head: "Is it ironic? I advise you to learn how to get used to it. The future world may be the endless war between the alliance and the tribe, or it may be unanimous in front of foreign enemies. This is the general trend!"