"Uh-huh!"

The sword light was everywhere, and the result of the battle was naturally Aurelia's defeat.

With the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, Duke himself is invincible, and the only question is when Aurelia will be defeated.

Aurelia unexpectedly persisted for a long time and finally lost the battle.

"No! No! No! Bless me and let me go," Aurelia cried.

"Hehe! Aren't the loser allowed the winner to do it?" Duke smiled wickedly.

"No! No! Enough! You don't want me to be afraid when I see you in the future..." Aurelia resisted slyly.

Uh, this...

Duke really didn't want Aurelia to have any sword-training phobia, so she could only speed up the last blow and then hug her warmly.

"Aleria! Do you really want a child?" Duke gently played with the brilliant blonde hair.

"Well. But, let it go." Aurelia gently stroked Duke's big hand and felt a sense of peace of mind: "That's right, it feels amazing! I used to want to shoot every orc and troll to death, but now I'm a little used to fighting side by side with the powerful tribe."

Duke couldn't help but feel a little silenced, and after a while he laughed: "If the tribe's chief was always Thrall, and there was enough external pressure... Maybe there was a chance for alliance and tribe to be peacefully united..."

Although it is difficult for Duke to believe that day will come, it is a possible way at least. Now it is the moment when the enemy is in front of him. Duke doesn't mind giving the tribe some sweetness fairly, and it may also be a try in this regard.

"Even if the alliance has such a grudge with the tribe?"

"Hehe, it's not unusual. If there is really that day, Thrall will make a wise choice."

"What if Thrall wasn't the Great Chief, the power of the Horde Hate Alliance rose?"

"Haha. In addition to equal union, there is also a kind of fusion relationship in this world called conquest."

Duke's eyes seemed to have crossed the distant starry sky, crossed endless distances and time, and fell to the heavens of the earth.

The Han people were originally just a small tribe, guarding the pitiful hundreds of square kilometers of land, and then spent thousands of years to become today's great country. Could it be that they rely on their mouths?

Stop teasing!

Martial conquest and national integration are laws that have been common throughout the world and even the entire multiverse throughout history.

If the orc-dominated tribe wins the first and second Dark Gate Battle, then shouting "Never be a slave" will become humans, dwarves and elves.

Now the tribe has to cross the sea and guard the most barren land. This embarrassment is just the responsibility and consequences that must be borne after the failure of the invasion.

Whether the alliance will take the initiative to attack the tribe in the future depends on the strength ratio between the alliance and the tribe, as well as who the tribe is the boss, the key is or the timing.

If the tribe is strong enough, and a strong enemy is coming, it is no different to digging a grave when starting a war between the alliance and the tribe without authorization.

If the alliance had completely overwhelmed the tribe, and was just in the gap between the two major wars in history, if the tribe had no choice but to be a brainless roar, Duke would have to give it a try no matter what he said.

Duke didn't know that at this moment, something big was happening in the tribe.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Heart of Conquering the Molten Fire and had not yet attacked the Black Wings Nest, Grom and his team returned to the tribe.

The tribal warriors always worship the strong. When they learned that Grom and his friends had dealt with the ancient elemental demigod, Ragnaros, the king of the Flame Demon, gave the overwhelming praise to Grom and the others, and even the death of the three thousand elite soldiers was greatly diluted.

In Orgrimmar, the orcs rushed to watch Grom's trophy, their trophy, pure blood fire eagle, and the trumpet molten evil dog.

Of course, the soldiers envied the new epic equipment on Varoke and others even more.

"A remarkable achievement, which is even comparable to our ancestors taming the wolves from the wilderness."

"Those leagues don't look too bad!"

"The alliance also promises to help us kill the traitor black-handed brothers?"

The heated discussion even appeared among the guards on duty next to Thrall.

Thrall looked back and asked, "Woking! What do you think of the current league?"

Wojin touched his tall fangs: "Just, fair, and more generous. It's very different from the alliance you describe."

Thrall stressed: "I didn't lie to you."

Woking nodded: "I know, even Duke himself admitted that during the time when King Terenas led the alliance, the alliance made many mistakes and lacked real justice and fairness."

Thrall sighed long: "If the alliance does not make mistakes, the tribe will never have a chance to rise."

This is what Thrall is most worried about.

"As long as there are still powerful foreign enemies, the alliance will not dare to attack the tribe." Woking reminded very tactfully.

"Yes! War is an opportunity!"

Peaceful coexistence only exists when foreign enemies are stronger or have similar strengths. Once the strength is unbalanced, it will definitely be unlucky for the weak side.

Originally, Xidu Kalimdo was a good move. He directly avoided the Eastern Kingdoms continent, which had the strongest strength in the alliance, avoided direct conflict with the alliance, and allowed the tribe to have a broad space to recuperate.

As long as we encourage fertility and technological development, after the new generation of tribes grows, tribes and alliances may not be able to fight.

Unfortunately, the timing is not good.

The conflict between the tribe and the night elves, coupled with the heavy damage of the Battle of Mount Haigal, caused the night elves to fall directly to the alliance. Now the night elves' territory and Theramore clamp down Orgrimmar, one north and one south, which made the tribe very uncomfortable.

Saar solemnly said: "Woking, I will introduce you to a very important guest. I tend to let him and his race join the tribe."

"I'll call the chiefs." Woking got up from his seat.

"Wait! Don't call Grom and Kane for now, they... are too straightforward. I want to hear your opinions first."

Wojin half-squinted his eyes. He suddenly thought of something, but finally bowed deeply: "Listen to your orders, Chief."

Rarely, Thrall did not meet the mysterious guest in the Valley of Heroes, but took Woking to a cellar deep underground in Orgrimmar City.

Woking noticed that the guardian cellar was all Thrall's personal guards.

Opening the door and entering the cave, Woking's heart suddenly jumped up.

He knew why.

"Hello! Chief Woking, I am the former king of Quelthalas, the former leader of the Forgotten Ones, Anastrian Sun Chaser."

If the appearance of the former Elf King is not particularly surprising, the existence of the other person was simply frightened.

"Sorry, if I can, I don't want to meet in this way, but for the future of the tribe, I accepted my new destiny." The speaker was the former tribe chief Orgrim!

He is standing here as the undead.r
Chapter completed!