Those in power, when they are not in a desperate situation, should never put all their eggs in one basket.

So what Duke can do is not only avoid the most dangerous areas and evacuate people and soldiers to relatively safe areas as much as possible, but also expand the scope of that safe zone.

Case in point: Duke vividly remembers that in the game it was the Northshire Abbey in the novice area of humans, and on the east bank of the river, there used to be a field with wolves running around. However, the area will be completely scorched in the cataclysm.

Does that mean evacuating people and property to the North County Monastery?

Of course not!

The evacuation must be extended to the entire Elwyn Forest.

Similarly, in the Wild West, now renamed Fertile West, a miniature volcano called the Ground Rage Rift will appear in the area near the Gold Coast Mine.

Duke personally inspected it, and the geological conditions there were indeed relatively fragile, and it was also a priority evacuation area. But people can't just concentrate on Sentinel Leader or Yuexi Town.

If possible, when the cataclysm comes, it is best to evacuate everyone as a family unit to a wide field.

This is to avoid serving a pot.

As for the most valuable works of art, or dignitaries, they were taken to the floating cities of Dalaran and Naxxramas. At the same time, there is a large amount of grain and water stored on it. If necessary, the two floating cities will be used as the ark of doom......

Duke kept listening to reports from all over the place, frowning.

"The evacuation is 80 percent complete and the rest will be completed within three days. Khadgar reported.

Duke asks Illusia in the Magic Mirror, "What is the reaction of the people?"

"Thanks to the virtue of the master, as well as the trust in the alliance, it is generally calm. There was no rush to buy. Eighty-nine per cent of the population has been resettled in the shelter area and prepared food and water for 15 days. ”

Duke turned to Kudran and asked, "What about the Air Force?"

"It's already scattered. We're also prepared for the worst, and in the unlikely event that the web is temporarily cut off, we'll resume our traditional communications with griffons and flying warships. The old beacon tower was also built. ”

At this time, Tirio Ferdin's proposed: "Well, since Duke you can predict the general place of the cataclysm." Is that a copy of the terrain changes you foresee?"

Duke was silent, closed his eyes, and thought for five seconds before nodding, "Yes." ”

The integrity of a paladin is a virtue.

Unfortunately, this virtue is destined to be possessed only by a few.

The real superior will never be so selfless.

However, Duke doesn't mind giving Tirio a face, and finally giving Sal a gift. If the historical trend on the tribe's side is still irreversible, I am afraid that Sal's days in the position of high chief have entered the countdown.

Seriously, Duke doesn't need to rely on Cataclysm to pit the tribe.

The territory on the tribe's side was originally barren to death, resulting in most of the area being vast and sparsely populated.

There is not a single city in Kalimdor's tribal control that will be destroyed by the cataclysm. On the contrary, resources in the concept of wide area are even more scarce.

When the League's summons reached Thrall, Thrall was stunned for a long, long time.

He forcibly deterred the fire elemental riot, and all of Orgrimmar had been burned by a fifth. When he angrily orders the Twilight cultists to be hanged a million times that they deserve to die, he has to face this devastated mess.

Hundreds of logging requests reached his desk.

He knew very well that if he really asked the alliance for wood according to the needs of this group of livestock, it was estimated that the Night Elves would have to go crazy, and they were afraid that they would have a part in the war on the spot.

Who knows, in Duke's handwritten letter, he personally told that this is probably just the beginning......

The western part of Durontar is likely to be flooded by the swelling Nushui River.

The Thousand Needles Stone Forest area and the Glitter Plains may also be submerged.

If it was a nightmare, Sal would rather never fall asleep himself.

It's horrible.

Just as the Alliance was ready, the tribe waited for the Doomsday Judgment to come, and the underground palace located in the Deep Rock Continent of the Earth Elemental Plane.

A violent voice that resounded throughout the underground world suddenly sounded.

"Pain!"

"Suffering—"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

If Duke had been here, he would have recognized the voice's owner on the spot - Deathwing Nesario!

In this special plane far from the world of Azeroth, non-earth-elemental beings who are not protected by special energy or earth-elemental magic will be crushed to death by the torrent of earth in an instant.

Because, there is no sky, no water here. Only endless earth, and rampant lava that rises from time to time.

Nesario, who was once extremely arrogant and betrayed the entire dragon clan, is now nothing more than a pile of broken dragon remains.

A hollow dragon head, a half-cut vertebrae, a pile of ribs each broken into at least three segments, and a mutilated tail and claws.

The so-called Deathwing is now nothing more than a joke.

Beside Deathwing, there was another giant dragon corpse, the corpse of his son who had smashed Nefarian.

Countless illusory tentacles like octopus tentacles stretched out in the void.

"Too weak! Too weak! Nesario, you're really too weak!" It was the voice of the old god Enzos.

"My master—for the sake of my hatred—give me one more chance—" Nesario, who was once extremely arrogant, is now only a grandson.

"This is really the last chance...... Enzos let out a sneer.

In the void, a spine suddenly appeared.

It looked like the spine was the size of a hill, dozens of times larger than the entire dragon Nesario had when he was alive.

If it was the same dragon, wouldn't it be thousands of times larger than Nesario?

But Nesario felt a hint of familiarity on the huge bone.

"Is it familiar, is it moved, it is precisely because you have defeated it that you have the 25,000 years of glory of your five guardian dragons!" Enzos smiled grimly.

Nesario suddenly remembered, and his soul exclaimed, "Galakron!?"

"That's right, it's Galakron's bones!"

It was a time before dragons, and the lands of Azeroth were inhabited by a group of Ancestral Dragons, the most primitive of dragons.

Without the intelligence and strength of a dragon, just a bunch of ordinary beasts who prey on other animals for their own survival.

However, for some unexplained reasons, some dragons possessed a certain level of intelligence, were able to communicate in primitive languages, and were able to consciously cooperate in predation, including the gray dragon Nesario, the red dragon Alexstasa, the light yellow dragon Ysera, the blue dragon Malygos, the brown dragon Nozdorm, and the golden dragon Talon Nixia.

Galakron, the giant progenitor dragon that would later become known as the 'Father of Dragons', also lived at that time......