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Indeed, Thrall had a gift for leadership.

Before a talent is transformed into an ability, a talent is just an ability that has not yet been realized.

If the Commander of the Alliance hadn't been the powerful young mage who claimed to be twenty-nine years old and looked like an eighteen-year-old, perhaps Thrall would still have enough room and time to grow.

However, looking at Duke, Woking instantly felt the gap between the two leaders of the Alliance and the Horde.

Whether it is personal strength, charm, courage, or bearing, Duke has completely exploded the fifteen-year-old Sal Nine Street.

Not every leader has the courage to come alone in the middle of what was once an enemy position. After all, they were once mortal enemies, and even if anything happens, it is possible.

Duke arrived, showing his courage and the rich magical aura of the sun without any scruples.

If it were an ordinary High Elf mage powerhouse, Woking at this distance was at least seventy percent sure of killing him with his troll-enhanced whirling blade.

Duke......

From the moment he appeared, Woking had an intuition that not only him and Thrall, but all the orc guards around him were locked by some unknown mysterious force. As long as they act rashly, what awaits them must be a thunderous blow at the level of one-hit killing.

This was not an illusion, Lexa seemed to be staring at the side, but beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Both Varok and Brooks were unusually nervous.

Only Thrall, his instincts sensed something else - Duke had no ill intentions, at least not now, and Duke had a way to solve the problem.

I still remember that Orgrim once said before his death, "Duke Marcus is the most terrible enemy of all, and you never know if you have planned a two, three, or even ten move, but in fact is still dancing in the palm of his hand." ”

Orgrim said, "And yet he's a kind guy who sticks to a certain creed." ”

At that time, Sal asked why.

Ogrim replied, "I'm at least alive for example. He has a thousand ways to kill me and Lexa after I'm captured. But he gave up. So, if I had a choice, I would want to be friends with him rather than enemies. ”

Thinking of this, Sal's heart quickly calmed down again.

His performance made Woking secretly happy.

Duke glanced at Sal, "Don't worry. Akmund, the commander of the Burning Legion that once dominated your orcs, is on his way to the continent of Kalimdor. On behalf of the Alliance, I can promise the Horde that the Coalition will not go to war against the Horde until Akmund is killed. ”

For some reason, he obviously didn't want to show it, but the moment Duke made his promise, not only Thrall, but also the strong people such as Woking, Lexa, Blox, and Varok, all the tribes breathed a sigh of relief.

Thrall spoke: "Well, for the sake of the common enemy. The Horde will also not take the initiative to go to war against the Alliance during this period. Duke Marcus, you have the promise of the current Great Chief of the Tribe!"

A large green fist and a seemingly small human male fist touched lightly in midair.

Sal turned his head: "Okay, now let's discuss, this ......"

"He's not our common enemy. Duke retorted to Sal and looked at the massive remains at the scene.

It can be seen that this is a very powerful creature during its lifetime.

His upper body resembles that of a night elf, but his lower body resembles that of a stag, and he is more than three meters tall and supported by four legs with raw hooves. His cloudy eyeballs were golden, and his long, moss-like hair hung down to his shoulders. His hair and beard were covered with leaves and twigs. He also had two large antlers on his head, which made his body, which was more than three meters tall.

Only, he's dead now.

The clear axe marks on his body and the ominous energy that condensed near the wound and was full of crazy blood-colored aura told everyone who the murderer was.

Grom Hell Roars!

"Who is he?" Sal asked a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

Orcs are typical outsiders, and Woking is also visiting Kalimdor for the first time. Regarding the history of Kalimdor, the tribe can only scratch the blind.

Duke sighed, "What would you do if I told you that the Groms, who had fallen into a state of madness, actually killed the Night Elves and many of the forest demigods that the Minotaur Druids believed in, Cenarius?"

"Shhh

He couldn't imagine what the tribe's new friends, the Minotaurs, would do to them.

The demigod Cenarius, a caretaker who has survived from antiquity to the present day, has been working to restore the wounds of the earth since the beginning of the War of Antiquity. He constantly uses his demigod power to create forests and amber, and is also a natural demigod worshipped by the Night Elves and Minotaurs.

When the High Elves of Azhara opened the gates to Azeroth for the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, Cenarius summoned the Ancient Warden Boar Agamagan, the Ursrel brothers Ursol and Ursok, the White Hart Malorn, the Storm Raven Avina, and other Immortals to fight against the Burning Legion's Doom Guard, Demon Guard, and Eredar Wizard. Most of the Ancient Wardens died, and Cenarius survived the desperate protection of his father, the Great White Deer.

He was remembered by the Abyss Lord Manolos, who wanted to avenge the defeat of the first invasion.

So he died.

To be precise, to die from a demonic conspiracy.

The Orcs' need to build houses and cities led the Orcs to cut down wood in the mountains, which easily angered the Night Elves. The Night Elves have cornered the Warsong Orcs with their unparalleled forest tactics, and at this point, Manolos only needs to secretly guide the Orcs to a spring that drips him with a drop of high-level demon blood.

In order to survive, Grom and his people easily drank the blood of demons again and turned into rampaging orcs.

Then, naturally, tragedy happened.

Thrall could have imagined how angry and crazy the Night Elves would be when their demigods had been killed. Even if the Night Elves were as powerful as the High Elves before them, their counterattack would not be something that a tribe of 100,000 or so people could withstand.

At this time, an ethereal voice that Duke did not expect sounded in the air: "Young Great Chief, don't worry too much, as long as you can find the real murderer, Abyss Lord Manolos, and kill him." The Night Elves will forgive you. Besides, all of your races now have a greater and more terrifying common enemy, Akmund, the commander of the Burning Legion!"

Sal and Duke lost their voices at the same time.

"Prophet!?"

"Medivan!?"