Chapter 751 It’s not easy!

When the alliance and the tribes were out of contact, the tribes were far away from the west, and the 80,000 Blood Crusades camped next to Dalaran, a large number of school officials and lieutenants surrounded the main tent.

"What are you doing?? Do you want to rebel?" Moglani was a little angry. These were all his soldiers. When they were almost attacked by the Scourge and the Horde at the beginning, they were all obedient, but then they ran out to fight Duke. Isn't this slap him in the face?

"No! Marshal Moglani, we just want to know an answer from Commander Marcus. Regardless of whether the answer is in line with our wishes, we are still Lordaeron's general and the general of the alliance." A brigadier general who was obviously elected first gave an impeccable salute, and then asked everyone's question: "Why should we let the tribe go!?"

Duke's eyes were as lightning as he swept across the audience from left to right, and then his chin rose slightly: "Before answering your questions, I will ask you a question, Duke Marcus, is he like a tribe's traitor?"

Everyone was stunned and their faces became a little embarrassed.

If Duke, who ended the two alliance-tribe wars with his own hands, was promoted to the alliance hero because he killed millions of orcs, was all the orcs, then humans should stop playing and all jumped into the sea to commit suicide.

"How is this possible! You are the great hero of our human beings."

"Your Excellency, stop joking."

"We have no intention of questioning your order, but we have not got an answer, so we really can't sleep!"

"Yes! Most of our hometowns have been burned by orcs, and many of our elders have died under the orcs. They suddenly asked us not to attack the rebel orcs. Our hearts were so awkward."

Moglani could fully understand their feelings. His former enemies and yesterday's slaves suddenly became possible friendly forces. No one could stand this. But if such a fuss, what if Duke angered Duke and made Duke angry and careless about Lordaeron?

Moglani and Abidis were both angry.

Duke waved his hand and stopped Moglani and Abidis who wanted to have an attack, and smiled, "What should we do according to your ideas?"

Someone shouted on the spot: "First destroy the Scourge Legion, and then arrest the orcs who dared to kill the prison guards and escape and hang them all!"

Duke continued to ask: "Okay, the next question, who knows, how many troops does the Scourge have?"

"Uh, one million?" This is a conservative.

"Not to mention a million, as long as we have a complete queue and flamethrower, we won't be afraid of ten million!" This is obviously an optimist.

At this time, Duke's face suddenly became cold like a magic trick, and his face was so gloomy and scary.

Duke raised a finger high: "Hmph! Don't say that you have 100 sets of flamethrowers per 10,000 people, it's useless to give you 10,000 sets! Do you know how many troops the Scourge has? One hundred million! At least one hundred million!"

As soon as Duke said this, the audience felt like the ice wind was suddenly blown by the ice. All the school officials and the lieutenants shivered at the same time, and then took a breath of cold air.

"No!?"

"How is this possible!"

Duke's chin raised slightly: "That's right! There are only more than 10 million humans in the entire Eastern Kingdom continent. But don't forget that creating undead soldiers is not necessarily a zombie made by living people. For the Scourge, the skeleton soldiers are also soldiers."

Duke didn't play the puzzle, and he just told the answer.

When the school officials and lieutenants heard this, they were like a bolt from the blue, and they were all shocked to the spot and couldn't speak for a long time.

Duke waved his hand and whispered: "I know it's hard for you to accept, but the Scourge is such a bastard! They will dig out all your ancestors from the resting place and turn them into soldiers who slaughter the living. So what we have to face is not a target of one million or two million scum, but probably hundreds of millions of skeleton soldiers. If you don't want to be submerged by the Sea of ​​Undead and become a part of the purgatory, just go down and prepare for the battle."

The officers dispersed, and they hurriedly returned to their squadrons and squads, announcing the soldiers this terrible fact. For a moment, there were bursts of screams and angrily curses in the barracks.

Moglani felt a little embarrassed: "Duke, thank you for your hard work."

"No! They have to figure it out sooner or later. Otherwise, they will always have thorns in their hearts."

Abidis's facial muscles twitched: "Will there really be 100 million skeleton soldiers?"

Duke looked up at the north: "That's an exaggeration. Arthas doesn't have so many lichs and cursed believers who control the skeleton soldiers. Ten million undead soldiers are at the top. But there must be 100 million undead soldiers, unless we..."

Duke didn't continue.

That ‘unless’ is a very cruel thing for the Lordaerons. Because it means that people in every town must dug out the bones of their ancestors and burn them with fire.

Even if the Lordaerons agreed to do so, it was almost impossible. The Lordaerons had reproduced on this land for 2,800 years.

Before Arthas killed his father, Lordaeron had a population of about six million. It is impossible to calculate how many generations it has gone through in the past 2,800 years and how many people have died.

Even if you have to burn it, you can't do it with your existing manpower and material resources.

Back in the military tent, Moglani asked in a hurry: "What should we do now?"

Duke gestured on the military map, constantly moving the pieces that symbolize the strength of the town: "It is a good thing to defeat the main force of Alsace, but don't forget that the Scourge is a more powerful existence than the locust. We must quickly contact all Lordaeron towns, gather all the living forces, withdraw what should be withdrawn, and defend what should be defending. We cannot allow the Scourge to expand the army endlessly."

Seeing the direction of Duke moving the chess piece, Moglani and Abidis were completely broken. If someone else did this, they would probably have to curse.

Because Duke completely vacated the city of Lordaeron, he withdrew all the troops from the two areas of Tyrisfalinland and Silversong Forest to the North Current Coast. On the east side, he directly gave up the holy city of Stantolme and curled all his troops to the easternmost Holy Vow Chapel of the Holy Light and the Hand of Tyr.

The territory of nearly two thousand kilometers east-west in the middle was given to the Scourge Corps in one breath.

Moglani's eyelids twitched: "We can't use the Sodoril River as our defense..."

Duke interrupted: "If Keldaron was not the old lair of the Curse God..."

The generals in the tent looked pale again.

There were several generals who wanted to argue, but Duke took out his killer weapon, Queen Caria's staff.

"I ask you to execute orders in the name of the Alliance Commander and Queen Lea Minaihil. Those who refuse will be punished as a crime of deserter!"
Chapter completed!