Is face or lining?

If you can, of course, it is necessary to have both face and practical benefits.

Historically, and in this life, Alsace has been a pragmatist at heart.

In the historical Stratholme incident, Arthas could have hypocritically waited for the citizens to become immortal, and then tearfully shouted in the name of righteousness to 'purify' the citizens of Stratholme.

For the sake of a higher goal in mind, he did not hesitate to tarnish his reputation, order a massacre, and get his hands dirty himself.

When things couldn't be done, Alsace finally faced reality.

"Withdraw the Elite!"

With a spiritual order from the Lich King, the Scourge legion's defenses were significantly weakened in the remaining fortified fulcrums.

"Huh?" Whether it was Varian, Magni, and Sylvanas who were commanding in the front, or Kael'thas and Gianna who were shooting in the rear, they all felt the change in the Scourge Legion for the first time.

Although the attack of the coalition forces, with the cover of the two floating cities of Dalaran and the temporarily repaired Naxxramas, avoided the pain of the counterattack, the endless natural disaster soldiers still brought great trouble to the advance of the battle line.

This is no longer the case, in the past, at every key node, or fortress, there must be a Death Knight or Lich in the town.

In the past few days, the attack has found that the offensive is extremely smooth, and there is not a single mid-level undead creature to be found, let alone a high-level.

The undead who stayed behind either rushed out in a swarm to deliver food, or they stuck to their own positions, only attacking the enemy who entered their own one-third of an acre, and for the comrades next door who were beaten and besieged, they had the momentum of caring for me, sitting back and watching them be killed, and then waiting for the fate of destruction to fall on them every other moment.

"Is it finally time for a decisive battle?" Duke tapped the command table lightly with his right index finger, and then gave an order: "Order, let the Silver Hand and all the strong men above the Hero or Radiant Moon level rest for three days." The front line was handed over to the adjutant general acting command. ”

Duke's order was swiftly executed, and a somewhat unexpected visitor was induced.

"Oh, Varok, why are you here?"

Naturally, it was Warok Sarufar, an orc who was loyal to the Great Chieftain and looked much older. Not only did there faintly show signs of a hunchback, but his hair and sideburns were much whiter than those of the previous days.

The only son died, isn't it almost white-headed overnight!

Duke sighed, in a sense, he was also sitting and watching little Sarufar die. If Putres is the mastermind and Arthas is the culprit, he Duke can at least make an accomplice.

It's a pity that the race and position are different, and it is destined that he cannot consider things from the perspective of the tribe.

In a sense, Sarufar the Younger died, and the Horde lost the opportunity to appear a second Sal. Although this chance is not very good in the first place.

But Duke respects Varok.

He was brave and loyal, and he was still on the front lines from the first Dark Gate to the Second Legion.

"Your Excellency Duke Marcus, I hope to be able to participate in the Heroes of the Coalition at least in my personal capacity. ”

Duke looked at the vicissitudes of life, looked at the big, bloodshot, half-bulging eyes, and sighed again.

Duke could perfectly understand what the tribe was doing. The sacrifice of the tribe was great enough, and the army of more than 200,000 people was wiped out in one fell swoop. There are two powerhouses at the leader level all of a sudden, one is the strongest mage, and the other is a rising star who could have become the next big chief.

Said that Sal didn't complain, then there was a ghost.

The tribe is now withered, and if the leader of a large race is hung up, such as Kane or Woking, then the situation of the tribe will definitely fall apart.

In fact, in private, Thrall was definitely strongly opposed to King Varufar coming to attack Icecrown Fortress. On the bright side, Sal couldn't find a reason.

"Draranosh is my only son, and he's a good boy with the bravery of orcs and the big-picture perspective that orcs don't often have. I had pinned all my hopes and future on him, but unfortunately, since fate had doomed the Sarufar family to be destroyed, I also accepted this fate. ”

Suddenly, the muscles of Varok's whole body tensed and bulged: "But, in the end, not as a commander, not as an orc, but only as a father...... Even if I can't redeem him, I will at least let him rest in peace!"

Father!?

The word touched Duke's heart deeply.

He suddenly remembered the baby in the wombs of Aurelia and Wenresa.

Yes, he was a father for a long time.

From the moment they were pregnant.

If it were him who ran into something like Varoc, he probably would have gone crazy too.

"Well, Varok, I agree. It's the resonance of being a father. ”

"You...... You agreed?" Varok seemed still unconvinced. Because the bold addition of an outsider is likely to have a great impact on team cooperation. As the commander of the orcs, of course he knew what kind of danger a subordinate who was likely to run amok would be in an elite group with a very low tolerance for error.

"Thank you!" Duke Marcus. Not knowing what to say more, Warok's face stiffened a little, and he just touched his head in the end.

Duke thought about it, but chose to comfort Varok, even though it made him feel like a hypocrite: "Varok...... Death is not the end. Even our alliance can accommodate Darien Mograini and his Knights of the Black Edge. If we can successfully defeat Arthas, I think many undead powerhouses will be able to break free and join the cause of fighting the Burning Legion. ”

"This ...... Oh, this is also ......" Suddenly thinking that his son might have a chance to return to his side, even as an immortal, but a son is a son, and the soul in the exorcism is still the soul that has been with him for more than twenty years, Varok suddenly felt better.

Yes, hope is not completely gone.

After thanking him, Varok retreated.

But at this time, Duke remembered something quite serious and had to be concerned.

The original history has long been messed up by his ruthless butterfly. If there is a goddess of fate, he must be the bastard who has strengthened the goddess of fate countless times.

Here's the problem, after Alsace was completely burped in history, in order to prevent the riot of the undead and the undead in the world, Berval Vortagen, who was burned by the flames and tortured by two fools, succeeded the Lich King and became the third generation.

Now Bowval is bouncing around nicely, then...... If there really has to be a Lich King, where does Duke have the noble and bunkered soul to sit in the position of the Lich King?nt

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