The comparison of the strength of the alliance and the tribe has long been disproportionate. Woking couldn't imagine how much cohesion the Horde would have if they lost Grom, Kane, and Thrall in one fell swoop. Maybe the tribe won't be destroyed yet, maybe a new tribal hero will step up and lead the tribe, and in any case, the tribe's decline will be inevitable.

If there is another big event like the swarm impact, maybe the horde will have to 'join' the alliance again.

Once the orcs of the old tribe had to be forced to wear slave collars because of their defeat.

This time, the warriors of the tribe may have to put on their slave collars themselves because they are begging for the reproduction of the race. Perhaps the upper echelons of the Coalition will preach that this is a fusion of races, or it may be that a wise leader like Duke will downplay past feuds and not put any humiliating marks on the Horde, but for the Clan warriors, the decision itself is a slave collar.

Suffocation, horror, uneasiness, all kinds of negative emotions welled up in Woking's heart.

Heroes are not replicable.

If Duke really had anything to do without it......

Woking really didn't dare to imagine it anymore.

The first landing point of [Dark Flash] was far away from Duke, and with Cthun's current rhythm of slow, clockwise semi-circular sweeps, Duke only had to lift his leg and run two steps to reach safety.

The shock of the powerful people of the tribe fell on Duke's eyes, and he watched this scene coldly without saying a word.

Duke knows that as the biggest core of the league's formation, his every move will be a signal. It is even said that if he orders to clean up the tribe first, except for a few upright people such as Tirio Ferdin, most of the alliance powerhouses will be willing to fight back immediately, and eliminate the unstable factor of the tribe first.

Even if the Alliance and the Horde had cooperated for the third time in the War of the Scourge, the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and the Battle of the Swarm, no one would have forgotten the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde, even if it was a tragedy that happened by mistakenly drinking the blood of demons and under the malicious guidance of someone with a heart......

Just because there is a reason for forgiveness does not mean that you will be forgiven.

However, at this moment and here, Duke has a sense of trance -

It is the feeling of standing at a point of divergence in history and controlling one's destiny.

There has never been a clearer feeling that a single person can control the fate of millions of people in the two major forces, and even the entire planet of Azeroth.

Perhaps, it is more in the interests of the alliance to let Thrall hang up here and let the tribe become a mess. The Alliance, which has annexed the Horde, may be more distracted and focused on fighting the counterattack of the Burning Legion and the Elder Gods. Perhaps, this is exactly what Duke should do as a human being.

At this time, Duke felt ...... It's boring to do that.

Isn't the world of Azeroth wonderful because of the heroes who have written war epics?

Isn't it precisely because of the inclusive strategy across races that there is a super coalition that gathers hundreds of races, regardless of race, occupation, age, or gender?

And if he did that?

Isn't that a perverse move against the torrent of the world?

Duke suddenly smiled, for he suddenly remembered his original identity: an insignificant citizen of the Celestial Empire. Since a huge Celestial Empire can achieve the inclusion of 56 ethnic groups, why can't the leader of a small alliance with a population of only tens of millions do it!?

Duke was walking towards the safe zone according to the pre-arranged tactics.

For some reason, in the eyes of others, Duke never retreated.

The power of fairness and love that was nurtured in Duke's heart seemed to burst out at this moment, forming a banner standing in the illusory soul world.

Duke made a move, even if his strength temporarily fell to the Dawn level due to Cthun's forcible removal of the magic net and other elements, he was still a well-deserved powerhouse here.

A longbow forged from pure light suddenly appeared in his hand, and Queen Xi looked at it in surprise, because the shape of the bow was the same one she and Duke had used to shoot arrows when the Scourge invaded the Sunwell.

The slender and sharp spiral sword turned into the sharpest arrow and was attached to the bowstring.

Duke's every movement was very fast, but every ranger, including Queen Xi, felt awkward when he saw it. After all, Duke didn't know how to shoot arrows, he just copied 100% of the posture of Queen Xi shooting the arrow that day purely from memory.

The female elf is certainly elegant and efficient in such an archery position, but it is a bit miserable to change it to a rough man.

Posture is not the point, the point is that Duke can almost forcibly master the art of archery by imitation.

The bowstring vibrates!

In the next moment, an arrow suddenly appeared next to the tentacles of the giant claws that grappled with Grom and Thrall.

The golden arrow light pierced perfectly through the gaps in the carapace of the giant claw. The golden arrow light tore through the flesh, and the scarlet-stinking liquid split the black void like a thread, and then turned into a blood mist in the sky.

After the golden spiral arrow, or the spiral sword, after shooting the huge tentacle, before the terrifying light of [Dark Flash] touched, it made a minimum 180-degree turn in mid-air, and then flew back in an arc along the periphery of Cthun's main body under the guidance of Duke's power.

The trapped five people couldn't help but have a thought: When did the alliance come out with an arrow god!?

Before they could think about it, the second arrow that Queen Xi had demonstrated and shot had arrived, this time it was a aimed shot by Queen Xi with all her might.

Originally, Queen Xi's attack alone was not enough. At the critical moment, a claw popped out of the jade dream and made up for it fiercely.

The giant claw tentacles wrapped around Kane fell in a second.

"Let's go!" Duke's shouting came from afar.

"It's easy to say......" Grom grummed rarely.

The five people still have at least three seconds left in the [Broken Tendon] state, but it only takes one second at most for Cthun's ultimate to sweep.

At this moment, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the ground under their feet turned into ice.

In the next moment, the ice suddenly bounced diagonally. They were like marbles that had been flicked off by springs, and their whole bodies flew out towards the safety zone like clouds.

The strong men on both sides caught the five people who were flying away.

"Hadurun!" cried Queen Xi.

"Great Chief!?" Woking was pleasantly surprised.

Duke's move shows his attitude, not only will he not give up Haduron and Benedictas, the two seemingly second-tier heroes in the alliance, but he even intends to save the three core members of the tribe.

Not only the Alliance, but even the Tribal powerhouses felt the power of Duke's will.

Magni, who passed past Duke, sighed slightly, his nose sour.