As for the departure of the four guards of the Alkavon Treasury, Duke was overjoyed.

As a caretaker a notch lower, the four giants are not too powerful. But their size and blood volume are there, and when they are used in the right place, it is the rhythm of one husband and ten thousand people. Coupled with their already good elemental attacks, they were no less than most of the Burning Legion's mid-level Void Lords, and the top-level Void Lords could overwhelm them.

Guardians have their own rules, and if they promise to help, they will help to the end.

Nothing could be more reassuring than that.

There is still quite a lot of aftermath work to follow, such as disposing of Yugsaron's body, and bringing Olgalon to Karazhan as a 'guest'.

These are the little things.

The real big thing is - the tribe actually offered to increase the number of troops to help attack the Icecrown Fortress!

Duke, who was resting at the Sky Fortress Naxxramas, met with the tribal emissaries along with Magni, who had returned to the Western Front.

"What does the Great Chief mean?" Duke was surprised by Woking, who had visited in person.

"The Great Chief means the will of the tribe as a whole. Arthas, who killed his father, betrayed the kingdom, betrayed the entire Union, and even desecrated all the living in the world, must be destroyed. The Horde is willing to contribute to the peace of Azeroth. Woking put one hand on his chest and saluted Duke and Magni.

Duke and the Elf King looked at each other, both a little confused about what Sal meant.

Because it's not like Sal's handwriting.

Thrall was undoubtedly a wise and resolute leader, and his courage was proved to be able to take advantage of the internal strife in the alliance to decisively lead the escaped orc slave to the west of Kalimdor and jump out of the alliance's sphere of influence.

A leader can have many think tanks, and maybe each one of them can provide good ideas, but it is still the leader who really makes the decision.

Sal's current move looks like it stinks.

If you have made up your mind to curry favor with the alliance from the beginning, then you should send the main force early in the morning, at least the elite. Instead of letting little Sarufar come over with the Blackstone clan to work, let the brain-dead roar come over with the war song to herd sheep and occupy a territory to make trouble.

Started to treat it negatively, and waited for the alliance to defeat Yugsaron and get another artifact before running to increase the troops, no matter how you look at it, it's all kneeling and licking.

Forget about kneeling and licking, it's simply thankless to do so.

Of course, the top of the alliance will not object, so what will the soldiers below think?

On the Western Front, Eldraine Nirub has been taken over by Muradin's army. At the moment when the Demon Pivot was dealt with by Karegos, in addition to leaving enough reserves to prevent the Icecrown Glacier from directly killing the Boreal Tundra through a secret passage, the large army had already begun to pass diagonally through the Dragonbone Wilderness with the assistance of the Red Dragon Legion, and was about to enter the Crystal Song Forest. Its strikers have even been in the southwest of the Icecrown glacier.

On the eastern front, the Zudak region, where the undead trolls were entrenched, was largely wiped out. Varian left Browl Bearskin to lead a detached division for the final sweep, and then headed to join the forces to the west with Sarufar Jr., who had made a splash in Zudak, and his orc forces.

Isn't it a joke that when Ulduar is also returning to order, and Mimiron is about to lead a mechanized army to prepare to cooperate with the Alliance and attack the Icecrown Glacier region westward?

What do you want the tribe to do?

Do you want to get credit for the equipment?

Not to mention a guy like Magni who has a bit of a quick temper, even the good old guy Tirio is a little frowned.

Duke raised his hand slightly, made a downward gesture to calm everyone down, and then pointed to the three-dimensional projection of the battlefield sand table: "The situation of the Alliance, the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and the Ulduar Alliance, do you know Woking?"

"Clear!" Woking looked neither humble nor arrogant.

"The coalition needs an acceptable explanation. Duke said.

"The addition of the main force of the tribe can reduce the loss of life in the alliance. Woking insisted.

Duke shook his head: "This year has long passed the era when crowd tactics could easily win. I don't want the Scourge to fight more and more, and fight stronger and stronger. ”

Duke said this, Woking's internal anger was actually a little deflated, but he had his special opinion: "Our tribe has noticed that the proportion of warriors in the new batch of professionals in the alliance is rapidly decreasing. And that's exactly what the tribe is good at. No matter how strong the Alliance's technology is, it still can't surpass the level of the Burning Legion. In order to deal with the eventual battle between Azeroth and the Burning Legion, the Alliance needs warriors from the Horde. ”

Woking took a step forward, waving his hands with a sense of excitement on his face: "The warriors of the tribe are definitely a necessary addition to the alliance. And this time, as long as the alliance provides enough logistical supplies for the tribal warriors of the Northern Expedition, it can obtain 200,000 elite tribal warriors as forwards. ”

When Wojin finished speaking, he said no more, and just hung his long hands that were characteristic of trolls, waiting for Duke and Magney's reply.

Magni glanced at Duke.

Duke knew what Magni meant just by those slightly disgusted eyes.

But Duke is thinking about it.

Undoubtedly, the so-called 200,000 warriors are farts.

Duke knew with his toes that this was actually Thrall's trick to deflect the contradiction: as long as the alliance agreed, the tribes with many people in the land would be able to get rid of the food burden of 200,000 big stomachs in an instant.

And Sal is betting that the alliance will not be so ruthless, and directly drag these tribal soldiers to death.

On the other hand, these soldiers are also pathfinders, used to test the attitude of the alliance to see if the alliance can really accommodate the tribe. If the alliance is tough and refuses to accept it, then the tribe will have other thoughts.

Duke couldn't help but smile bitterly, sure enough, the situation would change a person, and now even Sal has begun to play with this kind of careful thinking.

Then again, this is also the situation of Duke himself directing.

If the tribe had occupied a vast territory as it had historically been, the tribe would indeed have ushered in a period of rapid development after joining the 2 million orcs of Nagrand.

Now half of Kalimdor is the actual territory of the Alliance, and it is the most fertile land. The tribe has nowhere to expand, and does not dare to go to war against the alliance, so it can only survive between the alliance and various foreign enemies.

It was such a terrible feeling that Duke would have to go crazy if he were to be put in the position of the Great Chief of the Tribe.

Now that Sal has thrown his cards, Duke doesn't mind eating them all.

Duke smiled, "The old Horde and the Alliance have had all sorts of unpleasant pasts, but for nearly a decade, the Horde has been the Alliance's most loyal allies. The alliance cherishes the trust and friendship of the tribes, so let's do it, these 200,000 tribal warriors were collected by the Northern Expeditionary Army, and I took out a little bit of the military rations and transferred 500,000 tons of grain to Kalimdo to the tribe. ”