As Duke finished speaking, Tyrande and Malfurio felt creepy.

They were all deceived by their fixed thinking.

That's right, for tens of thousands of years, if you want to go to Mount Hyjal from Azshara, you have to circle a big circle, from the Ashes Valley to the west, then to the Fewood Forest in the northwest, and finally go back to the west of Mount Hyjal and go up the mountain from the lowest mountain road to the west.

But they forgot that as long as they do not enter the range of Mount Hygar, the actions of the Burning Legion demons are in principle unrestricted.

So it is possible that the three parties deployed heavy troops in the Ashes Valley. As a result, the demons did not even bird and intercepted troops, and they ran directly to the mountains north of the Ashes Valley, and went directly to the foot of the Haigal Mountain at a higher altitude.

Tyrande pursed his lips gently.

Duke spoke: "So, I suggest that our alliance will resist Azshara's landing point, and then defend the second game at the foot of Mount Hygar or in the clearings on the hillside. And the alliance welcomes the Night Elves and Hordes to arrange military observers on both our defense lines."

Everyone doesn't know what a military observer is, but as the name suggests, you can understand that Duke is so generous and asked both sides to send people to supervise the army?

No, this is not even a general, it is a total calm display of the military essence of the alliance to temporary allies.

Queen Xi couldn't sit still anymore, and the words of the wind drifted into Duke's ears: "Duke, is it really good for you to do this? The night elves have forgotten, the tribe..."

Duke smiled: "You don't know what kind of person the current tribe and the current chief Thrall are. Leave everything to me."

"Okay." Queen Xi chose to believe Duke.

Looking at one step and thinking about three steps is the most basic quality of a leader.

What Duke needs to do is more than just three steps?

This temporary alliance is too bad now. If the world was not going to be destroyed, there would be no foundation for alliance.

Who doesn't know that Taurus and Orcs are the best meat shields, High elves are the strongest mages, Night elves are the most suitable for being archers, human knights flanking charges, dwarves play muskets and tanks, and dwarves play shelling.

Wow! How great it is to take advantage of the various races and join forces together.

In Mao’s history, the three major factions each had a camp and resisted step by step?

It’s not the trouble of that bad debt!

The tribe just became the demigod Senarius of the night elf, and this side was the mortal enemy of the Alliance for more than ten years. The first and second Dark Gate Battle against the Alliance's city slaughter, and the Alliance's later enslavement of orcs, from the perspective of its own race, it is hard to say who is right and who is wrong. Anyway, this is an indescribable bad debt.

It's not much better than the Alliance and the Night Elf. Queen Si sat next to Duke, almost shining the eyes of Tyrande and Malfurion.

The high elves were exiled by these natural elves. When the disaster came, who would have thought that they would kneel in turn and beg their grandfather to beg their prodigal son who had driven out of the house back to help?

If Duke is sitting next to him with a magic elves, such as Kelthus, then it will be even more eye-catching.

Fortunately, Queen Xi is a ranger, so it’s better for the night elves to feel better.

To count it, they were exiled because they hated the abuse of magic by the upper elves. Duke and Jaina present were also secretly stimulating their nerves.

So Duke deliberately is so generous, not just to lay the groundwork for more sincere cooperation. Our alliance is willing to play two games, you can do it yourself.

Seeing Duke like this, Medivh secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What the alliance fears most is that each company holds its own pockets and never lets go. If this continues, the best result will be to force it into a ball, but in fact, it will still be their own way and they will not be able to form combat power at all.

The alliance has a good start, and the next thing will be much easier to do.

Medivh bowed gently to Duke: "Thank you, Duke. Thank you and the league for your contribution to Azeroth."

Over there, Tyrande and Malfurion also stood up and salute.

Thrall had bitterness in his mouth.

Orcs have never been a stingy race. They have straightforward personalities and prefer to repay others' generosity with generosity. But now orcs cannot be generous.

Thrall could not know whether his hometown Drano was still there, and the alliance blocked all the news on the Dark Gate. If his hometown was already as described by Orgrim during his lifetime, then after the explosion of his hometown, the last orcs on Kalimdo's side would be.

Even if the orcs of a young age are elite, they are still too small compared to the league's population base of nearly 10 million. Moreover, even after this crisis, who dares to promise that the alliance will not come again? Although Thrall also understands that under the premise that the world is in danger of destruction, any post-war covenant will now be just a piece of waste paper, Thrall's heart is still trembling!

We must not only do our best to prevent the Burning Legion from destroying the world, but also find ways to save energy with the tribe. This is what Thrall is confused about.

Thrall was still too young, and almost all his expressions were written on his face.

Duke couldn't help laughing, but a serious look on his face: "However, the Alliance's first squad in Azshara was too late to withdraw from Mount Hygar. So, I hope that the Alliance's troops can be allowed to evacuate when things are unsuccessful."

Tyrande and Thrall thought for a while, nodding: "Yes."

After all, the Night Elf repeatedly emphasizes that it has its own ultimate move, but it takes time. On the other hand, as long as it can gain enough time, no one wants to pay all his elites to the bottomless pit of the Burning Legion.

So Duke pointed out a place in the big map in the middle of the conference room: "I hope to retreat from here when the league's first line of defense could not withstand it."

When Duke spoke, he looked at Thrall: "Sorry, most of the first squad of the alliance were mechanized troops, and it was difficult for them to retreat into the Ashes Valley, which was all in the forest."

Thrall was a bitter person, and he instinctively wanted to refuse. Because Duke was referring to the Rage River!

The Rage River is the dividing line between Azshara and Ash Valley. The source of the north is leaning against Mount Haigal, but the lower reaches of the south pass by Orgrimmar, the new main city of the tribe!

If the world hadn't been possible to destroy, a mechanized infantry regiment of the Alliance passed by the gate of its main city?

Can the tribe fall asleep?

If Thrall was a petty leader, he would probably refuse.

But who is Thrall?

A man destined to become a legendary chief of the tribe!

Whether in his original history or in this life, he will be praised by countless orcs and even alliances. Not only his wisdom, but also his great chieftain of all generations, who cannot reach his high level of justice.
Chapter completed!