"Uh-huh!"

The sword light is rampant, and the result of the battle is naturally the defeat of Aurelia. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

With the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, Duke is invincible in his own right, and the only question is when Aurelia will be defeated.

Aurelia unexpectedly held out for a long time, and was finally defeated.

"No, no, spare me—let me go—" Aurelia cried.

"Hey, hey, aren't the losers at the mercy of the winners?" said Duke, smirking wickedly.

"Don't! Don't! Enough! You don't want me to be scared when I see you in the future......" Aurelia resisted slyly.

Uh, this ......

Duke really didn't want Aurelia to have some kind of sword phobia, so he could only speed up to give her the final blow, and then hugged her warmly.

"Aurelia, do you really want a baby?" said Duke, gently playing with his brilliant blonde hair.

"Hmm. But let it be. Aurelia gently rubbed Duke's big hand and felt a sense of relief: "Anyway, it feels amazing! I used to want to shoot every orc and troll, but now I'm a little used to fighting side by side with the strong men of the tribe." ”

Duke couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, and only smiled after a while: "If the big chief of the tribe has always been Thrall, and the external pressure is enough...... Maybe there will be a chance for the Alliance and the Horde to unite peacefully......"

Although Duke himself had a hard time believing that the day had come, it was a possible way. Now is the time for the great enemy, and Duke doesn't mind giving the tribe some sweetness fairly and justly, and he doesn't try to do so.

"Even if the Alliance has such a feud with the Horde?"

"Hey, it's not unusual. When the day comes, Thrall will make a wise choice. ”

"What if Thrall isn't the Great Chieftain and the Horde-Hates Alliance rises?"

"Huh. In addition to equal union, there is also a relationship of integration called conquest. ”

Duke's gaze seemed to span the distant starry sky, through endless distance and time, and fell to the Celestial Empire of Earth.

The Han people were originally just a small tribe, guarding a few hundred square kilometers of land in poor Baba, and then it took thousands of years to become today's big country.

Don't be funny!

Conquest by force and integration of nations are the laws that have been used throughout the world and the entire multiverse throughout the ages.

If the orc-dominated tribe wins the first and second battles of the Dark Gate, then shouting 'Never Be a Slave' will become humans, dwarves, and elves.

Now the embarrassment of the tribes having to cross the sea and defend the most barren land is only the responsibility and consequences that must be borne after the failure of the invasion.

Whether the alliance will take the initiative to attack the tribe in the future depends on the power ratio between the alliance and the tribe, and who is the leader of the tribe, and the key is timing.

If the tribe is strong enough, and a strong enemy is coming, starting a war between the alliance and the tribe at this time is tantamount to digging one's own grave.

If the alliance has completely overwhelmed the Horde, and it happens to be in the gap between the two great wars in the original history, if the tribe is no longer the Thrall but the brainless roar, Duke will have to give it a go.

Unbeknownst to Duke, at this moment, something big was happening in the tribe.

Taking advantage of the gap between conquering the Molten Heart and not attacking the Blackwing's Lair, Grom and the others made a trip back to the Horde.

The Warriors of the Tribe always worship the strong, and when they learned that Grom had taken down the ancient elemental demigod and the king of the Fire Demons, Ragnaros, the overwhelming praise was given to Grom and them, and even the death of the three thousand elites was greatly downplayed.

In Orgrimmar, the orcs scrambled to see Grom and their trophies, the pure-blooded Fire Eagle and the trumpet-sized Molten Dog.

Of course, the warriors were even more envious of the new epic equipment on Varok and others.

"Remarkable achievement, comparable to our ancestors' taming of wolf warriors from the wilderness. ”

"Those alliances don't look too bad!"

"The Alliance also promised to help us kill the traitorous Black Hand brothers?"

The sound of heated discussions was even heard among the guards on duty around Sal.

Sal suddenly looked back and asked, "Woking, what do you think of the current alliance?"

Woking touched his long fangs: "Just, fair, and more atmospheric." It's a far cry from the alliance you've depicted. ”

"I didn't lie to you. ”

Woking nodded: "I know, even Duke himself admits that during the period when King Terenus led the Alliance, the Alliance made many mistakes and lacked true justice and fairness. ”

Thrall let out a long sigh, "If the Alliance doesn't make a mistake, the Horde will never have a chance to rise. ”

That's what worries Sal the most.

"As long as there are still strong foreign enemies, the alliance will not dare to attack the tribe. Woking reminded tactfully.

"Yes, war is opportunity!"

Peaceful coexistence can only exist when foreign enemies are stronger or similar to each other's strength. Once the strength is unbalanced, it must be the bad luck of the weaker side.

Originally, the westward crossing of Kalimdo was a good move. It directly avoids the Eastern Kingdom Continent, which is the strongest in the Alliance, and avoids a direct conflict with the Alliance, allowing the tribe to have a vast space to recuperate.

As long as fertility and technological development are encouraged, when the new generation of tribes grows up, the tribe and the alliance will not be able to fight.

Unfortunately, the timing was not good.

The conflict between the Horde and the Night Elves, coupled with the heavy damage of the Battle of Mount Hyjal, caused the Night Elves to fall directly to the Alliance. Now the territory of the Night Elves and Theramore, one north and one south, clamped down on Orgrimmar, which made the tribe very uncomfortable.

Thrall said solemnly, "Woking, I introduce you to a very important guest, and I am inclined to let him and his race join the tribe. ”

"I'm going to gather the chiefs. Woking got up from his seat.

"Wait! Don't call Grom and Kane, they're ...... It's a little too straightforward. I'd like to hear your opinion first. ”

Woking's eyes were half-squinted, he suddenly thought of something, but finally bowed deeply: "Listen to you, Great Chief. ”

Rarely, instead of meeting the mysterious guest in the Valley of Heroes, Thrall took Woke around and around to a crypt deep beneath Orgrimmar City.

Woking noticed that the keepers of the cellar were all Thrall's personal guards.

Opening the door and entering the cavern, Woking's heart jumped wildly.

He knew why.

"Hello, Chief Woking, I am the former king of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and now the leader of the Forsaken, the Anastrian* Sunstrider. ”

If the appearance of the previous elf king is not particularly unexpected, the existence of the other is simply frightening.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to meet this way if I could, but for the sake of the future of the tribe, I accepted my new destiny. "The one who spoke was the former Great Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim!

He is standing here as an immortal.