Gianna's remarks smacked of blackness, perhaps different from the Alliance's mainstream approach to multiracial and harmonious coexistence, and as a countermeasure, it can be an insurance policy.

Hoof disagreed: "Draenei still can't trust the orcs. How many times have this been. The first time was the blood of demons, the second time was the power of Asshaji, is there a third time?"

"Lord Iriel, if you're really that worried, I think you can let the orcs learn the way of Light. "Tirio's proposal is simply unblemished.

At this time, Duke, as the commander of the alliance, laughed: "What a brilliant idea, I think it's good, just do it." And I think something could be added. ”

"For example?" Tyrande and everyone were curious.

"What caused tribal turmoil and deepened the tendency to war this time was, in the final analysis, the backward nomadic lifestyle of the traditional orcs. The practice of going to the hunting ground without prey and without going through the brain is too backward. So we gave back some of the barren land to the Frostwolf Clan. Then teach them farming techniques. I am personally responsible for assisting the Senarion Council in further transforming the barren lands. ”

"That's good. Malfurion was the happiest to see this, and it was a good thing that whoever used the land could repair the scars of the land.

Then, he forcibly ordered that every orc in Thrall and his frostwolf clan must learn the lingua franca within the time limit, and if they failed to complete the task by the deadline, they would be punished with non-violence. Poor communication is one of the sources of conflict, and if we can understand each other better, it will reduce a lot of unnecessary friction. ”

"Finally, it's the way of life in the settlement. With agriculture as a foundation, lifestyles must change accordingly. I feel like the league can do a lot. ”

In a sense, what Duke did was more like colonization. When a country or nation is colonized for a long time, many ways of life and ways of thinking will be imperceptibly changed under the washing of time.

It's like Ah San has been ruled by the Sunset Empire for more than a hundred years, and to this day, traces can still be seen in all aspects. The inextricable relationships are indescribable.

Since Thrall has chosen to join the Alliance as a last resort, don't blame the Alliance for assimilating the orcs.

After the initial consensus reached at the Council of the Thrones, Duke summoned Sal.

The change of identity and status has made the two no longer the same as before.

Duke didn't deliberately humiliate Sal or anything, first, there was no need for that, and second, it was too petty.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and they are no longer enemies, so there is no need to do that kind of loss.

Duke entertained Sal at the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, and as the husband of Queen Kalia, he owned a small palace of 1,000 square meters in the royal palace of Lordaeron.

Originally, he didn't want to be so troublesome, but the four queen's wives insisted on building a palace for Duke each. This made Duke even more solid in his name as the 'Uncrowned Emperor'.

Of course, the husband of an elemental demigod is also a kind of high climb for the queen of the mortal world. The magnates of all countries are proud.

Coming to the royal palace of Lordaeron, Sal was filled with emotion. Led by Vanessa, a thief hero, he walked into the parlor.

Queen Kalia came out to say hello and left, and in the golden living room, only Duke, Thrall, and Vanessa, who were the maids, were left.

Duke kindly prepared a large pot of Lordaeron's ale for Sal, which is a specialty of Lordaeron.

Picking up a large wine glass for orcs, Thrall took a sip without hesitation. Duke noticed that Sal wiped his mouth with his big green fingers as he picked up a napkin that was on the plate.

"Not bad, come to think of it, I haven't tasted it in almost fifteen years. ”

"Fifteen years?"

"Well, I'm still a slave gladiator, and occasionally I'll be rewarded with some ale by my 'master' for my good performance. Even though I hated it, I still loved ale. ”

"Oh, do you think the Frostwolf Clan is here as slaves?" said Duke, with a playful smile on his face.

Who knows, Sal pouted: "When I was a child, I felt that being a slave or something, the most disgusting." As I grew up, I became a great chieftain for a long time, and after the situation of the Alliance and the Horde changed, I realized that there was something more terrible in the world than being a slave - that is, the destruction of an entire race. ”

Duke was silent, not because he couldn't finish the conversation, but because he wanted to see Thrall's realization.

Thrall glared at Duke, "The tribe is defeated, and so are the orcs." I came with the consciousness of a loser. Even if the Alliance once again treats orcs as slaves, my compatriots from the Frostwolf Clan and I will admit it. ”

"What are you asking for?"

"It's very simple, the reproduction of the orc race. Orcs are a great and brave race, and they have made many mistakes and detours. I don't think orcs should be destroyed. At the same time, I think orcs would be a good addition to the Alliance, which will always need warrior professionals. ”

Duke was so inscrutable that Thrall could only convince Duke to accept the orcs as a salesman, on the premise that the Council of the Thrones had not yet reached a conclusion.

"On this alone, there are many alternatives to the alliance. For example, the burly Minotaur and the Delaney. If you need to be more agile, we also have werewolves. ”

"Their numbers are too small. Can be used as an elite assault force, but not as a regular, expendable striker fighter. "If it weren't for his typical orc appearance, no one would have imagined him to be an out-and-out orc. This is simply a betrayal of compatriots!

Duke was surprised.

For a moment, Duke almost thought that Thrall had some kind of conspiracy. This kind of kneeling licking without discipline, are you really Sal?

But in the next second, Duke realized that Sal was still the same Sal.

He's smart, sensible, and he's not bold.

"If the Alliance were led by someone else, then I would probably be like this, groveling in pursuit of the survival and reproduction of the orcs. Then quietly wait for the opportunity, and when the alliance is weakened or careless, destroy the alliance from within, or at least let the orcs out of the alliance's enslavement. ”

"So, what about me as the leader of the Alliance?" Dukean leaned back, leaning back on the couch, crossing Erlang's legs and placing his fingers crossed on his thighs.

Sal was a bachelor and shrugged: "No play." I'm 30 years old. If it were other Alliance leaders, I might be able to wait until the Alliance leaders grew old or died unexpectedly. But face an Azeroth demigod who is immortal and will not even be destroyed. And he is such a wise and great leader, I can only accept my fate. ”