"Is this the general trend?" repeated Queen Xi thoughtfully. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Trend.

Throughout the ages, how many people have been sober and rational enough to see the general trend?

Countless fools in high positions who think that the whole world should be centered on him cannot see the general trend, and he and his people, and even the entire race, pay the worst price for this.

Duke's efforts, she was aware.

How many sleepless nights did Duke spend trying to convince the leaders of the nations to put aside their hatred of the tribe for a while?

In order to connect the resources of each faction and give full play to the advantages of each faction, how many low-hanging fruit benefits did Duke give up?

With his not-so-broad shoulders, Duke almost single-handedly carried half of the future of Azeroth.

Maybe he had all sorts of terrible little faults, but as a man, as a leader of the Alliance, Duke did the best he could.

"Let's go, since the Night Elves and the Horde have agreed to our request, we don't need to redo the battle preparedness plan, let's go see the soldiers. ”

"Hmm!" Queen Xi and Gianna, who were beside Duke, nodded at the same time.

On the beach side of Aishara, huge towers rise from the ground, which are temporary mage towers. Of course, it's not as good as the genuine Mage Tower, but as a simple mana boost, it's already remarkable.

A little farther away from the Mage Tower are modular bunkers. These bunkers of the same size, about 20 square meters, were just steel shelves a few days ago. After being transported from the Iron Fort for thousands of miles, it was quickly poured with cement that had been mixed on the spot.

The bunkers that are now beginning to take shape are being disguised by human sappers who use shovels to pounce on them with gravel.

Inside the bunker, there will be a dwarven cannon, or a few crossbow archers with exorcism arrows blessed by the Holy Light.

Under the cover of the bunker group, in the middle of Al Shara, there were a patchwork of artillery positions.

If given enough time, Duke is even willing to lay an east-west railway in Issala. Unfortunately, this is a position that is destined to be abandoned, so all the human sappers and dwarves are busy with is a huge asphalt road that can accommodate eight wagons in parallel.

"How long is it until everything is ready?" Duke asked Brian Copperbeard, who was in charge of defense.

The dwarven prince, whose goal is to take risks all his life, wore big black bags under his eyes: "You can fight at any time, but the longer it takes, the better the chances of survival for the brethren." They're all good boys in the league!"

Looking at the soldiers skillfully preparing for battle in the distance, Duke was filled with emotion.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to pull the elite of the alliance who didn't need to come here in history.

These soldiers are no ordinary recruits.

Most of them were veterans of the First and Second Dark Gate Wars. When they joined the army, the youngest was a young soldier of 14 or 5 years old, and the oldest was only a young soldier of 18 or 9 years old.

They came from all over the world, and most of them had experienced the most brutal battles to defend their capitals, and the least of them had participated in two battles of more than 200,000 people.

In the wilderness, deep in the forest, in the swamps, they built bonfires, set up camps, endured mosquito bites, nibbled on stinking jerky and wheat crackers, and then fought desperately against enemies far larger than their size.

Orcs, trolls, ogres, and even multi-story Gorons.

They had never been timid.

Repeated day by day in the baptism of war, little by little from a clueless rookie to an elite veteran across the major battlefields.

Only in this way can he be awarded the rank of non-commissioned officer after the Second Dark Gate War.

But this was just the beginning, and then, for the day to come, they were also arranged to various demon-infested areas to constantly hone their skills and tactics in the bloodiest battles.

Fought Sartre, killed Void Trolls, and was even organized to face the 'Hellfire' specially summoned by human warlocks.

Fifteen years in a flash.

After such a long time, most of them are middle-aged, and the youngest is almost thirty years old. They have families and children of their own.

Many kingdoms could not afford to raise so many full-time soldiers, so they chose to retire them and send them back to become farmers.

But Duke ordered these elite warriors, who had long since passed the peak of their physical strength, to remain in the Dark Gate Guards.

It's for this day.

Because they have the best martial arts, and the most mature hearts.

You won't lose your courage in an instant just because you see a huge and terrifying demon, and you will become a waste that will be slaughtered by demons.

Duke said in a deep voice, "Let the soldiers gather." I have something to say. ”

Half an hour later, in addition to the remaining troops, 50,000 soldiers arrived from a vast position with a length of more than ten kilometers from north to south, forming five huge phalanxes.

Duke led the generals (kings) of the alliance, as well as the generals and officers, to the high platform, looked at the whole army, and took a deep breath.

The weather is getting colder, and the cold wind blows on the face, making people's noses a little painful.

But Duke could feel that the soldiers' hearts were on fire, and their hot gaze said it all.

Duke raised his hand and struck him in the chest, giving a military salute.

Each of the following generals followed the salute.

The military salute of the generals was followed by the sound of the sound of gold and iron striking in unison.

On the high platform, Duke took a step forward and looked at the elite of the alliance in front of him, a low-level professional with more than thirty percent, armed with various black technologies, a tiger and wolf division in the true sense.

From their eyes, Duke saw vitality, pride, and a rising fighting spirit.

There is no manuscript paper, and there is no need for manuscript paper, and the fifteen years of commander-in-chief before and after have honed Duke's ability to defy the sky in off-script speeches.

Standing in front of a silver magic microphone, Duke's voice resounded throughout the army.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what are we gathered today in this strange land to prepare for battle? This is not our land, this is not our family, our people live and multiply, why should we fight for it?"

After a pause, Duke asked himself.

"Let me tell you, it's for the survival of the world!"

"It's not a joke! It's not a thing that's too far away from us!"

"Because we are about to face the largest demonic army in the history of this world, the Burning Legion! Once the Burning Legion leader Akmund takes the power of the World Tree on Mount Hyjal behind us, the life of the entire world will be polluted and destroyed. ”

With that, there was a whispering commotion from the five huge phalanxes, but it quickly subsided.