In the city of New Kurtilas, Booty Bay, Gianna returned to her own mage tower after a hard day's work. With a wave of her hand, she clicked on a magic mirror image and spoke.

"Gruul is dead. ”

"Well, as expected. ”

Gianna gently stroked her brilliant blonde hair, and then deliberately squeezed her magic twin peaks: "Duke, when are you coming back?"

What may seem like an understatement expresses a startling fact.

Yes, that's right! In the Magic Mirror, the person who talks to Gianna is Duke.

"Ahem, my good apprentice, you're not good. Tell you, the flirtatious man will ......"

"By the day. The two unscrupulous masters and apprentices said the second half of the sentence at the same time.

Gianna gave Duke a provocative little look, wantonly opened her posture, and showed her beautiful curves in front of Duke: "Then you are back!"

"Well, I'm pretty much there. Probably three-quarters of the timeline has been taken away. The rest can also be pushed flat with brute force, but it is a little rougher. ”

Restraining her smile, Gianna said with a straight face: "Duke, I'...... We all miss you. You're not there, and while everything is fine, it always feels like something is missing. ”

Duke sighed, "I'll do my best here." If it's fast, according to the time you have on your side, you will be back in about a month. Just in time for the finish. ”

"Well, that's the best news I've heard in three years, and as a small bonus, I'll give you a dance. Gianna's smiling face was flattering, and as soon as she raised her hand, an ice tube appeared out of thin air in the center of the frame. Her elemental control was so pure that there were no edges or burrs on the tube, like a finely machined smooth tube in a steel mill.

Around that pipe, Gianna danced lightly in a light veil, making Duke's lips dry on the other side.

"Hmph, little wave hoof, you wait for death!" Du Mouke made a declared like a defeated dog.

"Hmph, I'll wait!" Gianna patted her buttocks in protest.

Then the two turned off the communication.

The war between the Alliance and the Horde was completely one-sided. Especially when Gruul's huge head was hung on the bow of the [Bismarck] as a bow statue, it naturally caused panic among the tribes.

Fearful, a large number of tribesmen abandoned their homes and began to evacuate on a long journey to the only place they thought was safe, Orgrimmar.

"How do you feel like Gruul is weak?" said Varian in the video exchange at the throne meeting, a little confused.

Gianna replied lightly, "It's not that he's weak, it's that the entire world of Azeroth is strong." According to Duke, it is the will of the world that realizes the crisis and begins to release more planetary energy that we don't know about, which can untie the shackles of our combat power and promote the local powerhouses to a higher level. ”

Vasqi took over: "Well, I'm also curious at first, why Duke has to ask me to pledge allegiance to the planet and swear to become a demigod directly under the planet. Now that I know, I can feel my strength growing every day, albeit by a very small margin. This is not the result of cultivation, it is purely a gift from the planet. ”

Varian understood: "Although Grull is a demigod, he has no intention of serving Azeroth, so his strength has not increased?"

"Yes!"

If Duke were here, he might say, 'Gruel, you're a level 70 boss and you want to chirp crookedly in a level 90 environment? How many catties and taels do you have, don't you have a B number in your heart?'

Well, there really isn't.

So Gruul died.

"Yes, the people below asked 'What to do with the women and children who the orcs are trying to evacuate?'. Kalia asked.

There was silence in the Council of the Thrones.

It was Varian who spoke viciously first: "Twenty-five years ago, our fathers didn't slaughter these green-skinned bastards. That's the biggest mistake. Do you want to indulge these bastards to steal their lives again, and after 15 years, declare war on the Alliance for the third time?"

Apparently, the irascible side of the wolf god Godring, which he had inherited, flares up.

What he said was true, but contrary to the teachings of the Light.

Gianna suddenly said, "Let them go to Orgrim." The Alliance has always been an organization against evil. There is no need to tarnish the glory of the alliance in this matter. Moreover, the large number of refugees can easily crush the tribe's already fragile food reserves. ”

"Wait!What if Garrosh's brainless man ordered the slaughter of orc civilians and sparked an uprising, and then he was overthrown?

Dwarves have a much longer lifespan than humans, and 29 years is far from the next generation, and Ironforge and Rockmodan are still fresh in the memory of most dwarves as the places that were most poisoned by orcs.

The dwarves don't want a truce.

"Don't worry!" Gianna said with a firm face, "Soon, the opportunity will arise, and that guy Garrosh will definitely take the risk." ”

At this time, Gerbin jumped up: "Hey, wait! This kind of god-like rhetoric is not your style. Ms. Marcus!"

Normally, in Azeroth, the human rule is to marry and follow the husband's surname. It's just that the four queens have a special status, and Duke doesn't care, so he is allowed to keep his surname.

The dwarf leader of the great craftsman Gerbin pointed out the theoretical surname Gianna in this way, which was clearly an allusion to Duke.

Facing the fiery gaze of the sisters, Gianna couldn't resist and raised her hand in surrender: "Okay, I admit that I contacted Duke." He's coming back soon, and it's only been a month. This is his arrangement. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the Council of the Thrones.

Everyone is used to Duke being the boss. Varian is not bad, but there is a better and more perfect Duke, and everyone wants to give in to Mao. And such a big thing as the elimination of the tribe, no matter how you say it, there should be a founder of the alliance like Duke, so it seems solemn.

Now that there is news of Duke, naturally everyone is reassured.

"Okay, let's just do our own thing. Now, it's time to push Garrosh one last handful. ”

In Orgrimmar, Garrosh is going crazy.

Having just destroyed Theramore, Garrosh decided that the gadgets of the Northern Fortress were not worth his deal, so he went back to Orgrimmar to take charge.

As soon as I went back, I encountered urgent letters from all over the country flying like snowflakes.

"Great Chief, the number of people gathered outside Durontar has reached 300,000, perhaps more, and the civil officials are too many to count. What to do?"

"What to do? How do I know what to do?"

He is reckless and brainless, but at least he has a little common sense and knows that the people are going to eat. Where did Orgrimmar get the food to feed 300,000 mouths?