Chapter 1991 Prison Visit

"Poof!" Duke laughed.

I know that Sal is flattering me, but it feels so comfortable!

He is Thrall, one of the greatest leaders of the tribe. Historically, even the successors Vol'jin and Queen Si were not as wise and courageous as Thrall.

If an ordinary league member flatters Duke, Duke will just treat him as a mediocre person shouting 666.

If it were Thrall, this wave of high hats would be quite useful.

"Sal, there are very few people who can make me blush or feel embarrassed. In recent years, you are the first one."

"Oh, that's really an honor for me." Sal bowed directly.

"Have you and Frostwolf really accepted your fate?" Duke stopped smiling and looked serious.

"Yes, in fact. There are still many orcs from the Blackstone Clan and the Warsong Clan who survived. I am just a pathfinder." Thrall said bluntly.

This clearly means that if the Alliance cannot even accept the Frostwolf clan, which has the cleanest foundation, then the remaining orcs will have no choice but to fight to the end in despair.

Duke didn't care. He stood up, took a few steps, and looked out the window.

"You know? Thrall. I have been planning the destruction of the Horde since the moment it set foot on Azeroth. For thirty years, I have never stopped thinking about it. After you became the leader of the Horde, I have also tried to see if two huge organizations can coexist on this vast planet. After all, evil forces such as the Burning Legion and the Ancient Gods have put too much pressure on the Alliance."

Thrall was a little sad: "I'm sorry, the tribe didn't seize this opportunity."

"Yes, if the tribe takes advantage of the situation and rises, perhaps to this day, once there are no external enemies, the alliance and the tribe will immediately start to attack each other and fight endlessly. After all, the tribe still advocates the use of force to solve everything. Fortunately, the alliance is strong now, and The Horde destroyed itself at the hands of Garrosh."

"Perhaps, this is fate." Sal also sighed.

"Okay, not much to say. The return of the Burning Legion is a destined future. In a few years, we will see more signs. You are right, now Azeroth needs anything A powerful intelligent race participates in the war against evil. The alliance will use orcs at some point. However, I must remind you - now that orcs have joined the alliance, don't let the traditionalists raise their heads. Otherwise..."

Duke gently raised his hand, and the white jade sculpture on his left suddenly changed into the shape of an orc, and a second later, it was erased again.

There was no debris or even dust.

Just disappear from this world silently.

This is to say that if the orcs have any chaotic opposition, he will not mind erasing all orcs from the universe.

This was no longer a warning, this was a death line he had drawn for Thrall.

Who touches it! Who will destroy it!

Thrall felt awe in his heart: "I understand! I once softened my heart and allowed the traditionalists to control the situation. In this life, even if they have to pay the price of blood, they cannot be allowed to hinder the reproduction of the orcs."

After the negotiation, the next step is to go through the motions.

On January 5, 30th year of the Dark Portal, the alliance officially announced that the orc Frostwolf clan had joined the alliance and was designated as second-class.

At the same time, from this time on, the three tribes of orcs, tauren, and trolls canceled the title of "chief", which was obviously a tribal feature, and changed their name to chief.

On January 10, the remaining orcs Blackstone Clan and Warsong Clan joined the alliance and were designated as third-level vassal races.

The leader of the Blackrock Clan is Varok Saurfang.

As for the Warsong Clan...the leader is Grom Hellscream.

Yes, Grom, who had been suffering before and chose not to help each other, finally chose to return to his own people and become a heroic spirit.

Thinking that Mr. Hou had been with him for so many years, Duke agreed.

Apart from still using the magic power of the Magic Network as a source of power to support his body, Grom has nothing to do with Duke.

This can be considered a good time to get together and get together!

Grom will temporarily take over as leader as a heroic spirit until a disciple is trained who can inherit his mantle.

At this point, the time point of [Mists of Pandaria] comes to an end. Because of the complete death of Brain Roar and Nozdormu purging a traitor in his family, there will be no more [King of Draenor].

Azeroth has entered a rare period of peace.

The alliance announced the implementation of a [Five-Year Plan] focusing on climbing technology trees. The core of the plan is to combine the various black technologies left by the Titans and Draenei and reversely introduce the black technologies to create various practical weapons.

At the same time, some demons who were captured by the Alliance or the former tribe became experimental subjects...

Time flies, and it’s 35 years since the Dark Portal.

When the alliance announced that the first five-year plan had been overfulfilled, it started the second five-year plan. A prison that seemed to have been forgotten by the world welcomed a special visitor this day.

Alliance Commander—Duke Marcus!

As the warden Maiev Shadowsong with extremely high authority and a legendary hero, she can defeat almost any alliance leader.

Duke is definitely the exception.

Not only because of Duke’s strength and power, but also because of Duke’s achievements. Even if she only left the prison once a year to attend a secret meeting of the Alliance's top leaders, she could feel the changes in the Alliance and even Darnassus under Duke's transformation.

More beautiful, more full of vitality, vitality, and security.

Maiev bowed to greet Duke and led him to the deepest part of the dungeon.

It's dark and airless, yet surprisingly neat.

This is obviously the result of meticulous work day after day, and it can be seen that Maiev did not abuse the prisoners here.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the round boulder door weighing more than a hundred tons burst open, driven by the natural magic array, revealing a spiraling staircase.

Duke slowly descended a hundred meters under the support of the water element suspended in mid-air.

When Maiev opened the last cell door, Duke saw the blue-skinned half-demon figure kneeling upright in the center of the cell.

"Oh, what a rare guest, it's you."

Faced with Illidan's question, Duke was very indifferent: "It's me."

"Is Tyrande okay?" Illidan raised his head slightly, a wisp of ghostly fire swaying in his eyes covered by black cloth.

"I'm busy taking care of the kids." Duke curled his lips and said words that were actually irritating to someone in an understatement.

Veins bulged on Illidan's temples, but he soon became discouraged.

"Oh, she told me she wanted your child the year before last. She didn't come last year." Illidan tried hard to suppress his emotional fluctuations: "Damn Maiev didn't tell me anything."

Duke sighed in his heart. No matter how many years passed, Illidan, the seed of infatuation, still had his heart for Tyrande.

It's a pity that Tyrande is destined to have no connection with him, whether in the past life or this life.

"She is a very beautiful girl. Tyrande said that if you were not a degenerate, she would be willing to let the child recognize you as a foster father."