Seven hundred and thirty first: watching the fire from the other side
History is never objective.
Chen, Stormstout looked indifferently at the warriors, tauren, pandaren, trolls, etc. who rushed towards the Scourge. They were very brave.
It's a pity that in front of the powerful Scourge Legion, there is no weapon or armor, only the fate of being massacred.
"Mortals are so stupid." Archimonde looked at the bloody battlefield and sneered: "They usually don't have their own thinking and follow what others say. You can easily let them die by simply inciting their emotions."
On the battlefield where the shouts of killing are loud, the slogan "Fight for Azeroth" can occasionally be heard.
Although everyone seemed to be excited, if you look carefully, you can see that many soldiers were trapped by the crowd and rushed towards the Scourge Legion unconsciously.
Many soldiers were not prepared for battle and became victims of the Scourge.
"This world is originally dark, there is no light or hope." Chen Stormstout whispered. For some reason, he felt a hearty feeling.
Under the cover of more than 100,000 cannon fodder, the Scourge soldiers walked into the portal in an orderly manner and successfully evacuated Dalaran. Before stepping into the portal, Chen Stormstout took one last look at Dalaran where the corpses were littered.
Suddenly, he showed a strange smile, a stupid sacrifice destined not to be remembered by history.
The Burning Legion retreated from the portal, taking away most of the war materials, leaving only the flickering Dalaran shield.
Arthas showed a look of regret. For not defeating the Burning Legion in Dalaran, all races in Azeroth would have to pay a heavier price.
"What should we do next?" Arthas frowned. The situation in Azeroth was complicated, good and evil were difficult to distinguish, and many races had unclear opinions. This made His Highness the Prince not sure what to do.
Kel'Thuzad looked at the land covered with corpses and regretted: "Today's battle is a lesson. If we invade Kalimdor, I am afraid that the Scourge will face this kind of stupid war every day, unless we are determined to destroy Kalimdor."
Limdo.”
The cannon fodder was defeated, and at the most desperate moment, many people chose to surrender.
Alsace shook his head, with a look of hesitation and confusion on his face: "Why is this happening? Why?"
All the soldiers of the natural disaster fell silent, and no one said anything. In fact, Alsace also knew the answer, but he just didn't want to face it.
Good and evil do not exist, there are only interests and crises. The rapid rise of the Scourge has made all races in Azeroth feel threatened, and its level of danger even exceeds that of the Burning Legion.
Near Dalaran, the prisoners demolished the houses left by the Burning Legion and began to build a prison camp for themselves.
Alsace sighed quietly, looked at the numb and pitiful prisoner, shook his head and said:
"Killing innocent civilians is not what we should do. Look at these confused prisoners and how we should resettle them."
Robbie said seriously: "The biggest punishment for them is to release them. The orcs will make them into hard meat jerky. However, we should give them a chance to choose."
There are two options before the captives. The first is to become a hard worker for the Scourge Legion, and they don't know when they will be free.
Second, back to Kalimdor, the Scourge prepared ships and rations for them.
After all, the deception and coaxing were only temporary. After waking up, the captives realized the nature of the orcs. Most of the captives chose to become hard laborers. Hard labor seemed to have no freedom, but at least they could survive.
There were also a small number of people who chose freedom. Alsace fulfilled his promise and dozens of large ships carried them and sailed towards Theramore.
"I have a wish. I hope that all races in Azeroth can unite to fight against the Burning Legion." Arthas said, looking around at the natural disaster generals: "I wonder what you can do?"
Sylvanas had a gloomy look on her face. She was very dissatisfied with Robbie's tough tactics and sneered:
"Use power and skill to force the various races of Azeroth to join forces with the Scourge, otherwise they will have to be exterminated. There is no better way than this. When the clouds of death spread across the land, all that is left will be numb puppets.
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Arthas shook his head and insisted: "This is not my purpose. The goal of the Scourge is to expel the orcs, not to destroy the civilization of all races in Azeroth."
"My young prince, you are too naive." Sylvanas squinted her eyes and said sarcastically: "This world is inherently bloody. If you don't destroy them, they will find ways to destroy you. High elves and Amani
The trolls have been fighting for thousands of years, who is the righteous and who is the evil? In fact, the high elves are the invaders."
There is no right or wrong in fighting for living space. Robbie secretly thought to himself that although Sylvanas had a bad attitude, her opinion was correct.
If Arthas was leading a human army, Robbie would support Sylvanas's opinion without hesitation.
But the Scourge is an incomplete life and cannot reproduce. It is more like a self-protection mechanism in the world of Azeroth.
This reminded Robbie of Godzilla, the prehistoric monster Godzilla was born to balance nature.
The Scourge is undoubtedly similar to Godzilla. The invasion of alien species of orcs interfered with the normal ecological order of Azeroth, which led to the rise of the Scourge.
When the orcs disappear, the Scourge has completed its mission and is destined to disappear in the dust of history. The future of Azeroth still requires the joint efforts of all races.
Thinking of this, Robbie suggested: "Because they are worried about the strength of the Scourge Legion, they are unwilling to let go, so we might as well fulfill their wishes. The large forces of the Scourge Legion voluntarily withdraw to the ice and snow of Northrend. Of course, we can't sit there
Seeing the Burning Legion destroying Azeroth, a small number of elites must be left behind to secretly assist the various races in Azeroth."
Sylvanas curled her lips: "Stupid decision, this is asking for death."
Alsace's eyes lit up: "This is exactly what I need."
"Okay, Arthas, you are the leader after all." Sylvanas was very uncooperative: "The Scourge can go to Northrend, but the Forsaken of the high elves can only stay in Lordaeron.
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The captives landed on Kalimdor on Scourge ships, and the orcs immediately sent them to coolie camps, slaughtered them in an orderly manner, and turned their flesh into hard dried meat.
"The loser will only die." Thrall said viciously.
Dustwallow Swamp, the secret underground base of the Burning Legion.
Archimonde looked at the legion technicians who were busy with their work, their faces gloomy, as if evil energy would burst out at any time. After a long time, Archimonde suppressed his anger and asked:
"Have you found out the reason?"
The magic mecha production line was successfully installed, but it failed to work properly and all the products produced were scraps. This made Archimonde feel frustrated.
An Eredar mage wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied uneasily: "Preliminary judgment is that it should be a problem with the core components, and we are not capable of solving it."
In the entire universe, there are not many races that can produce core components. Among the Burning Legion, only the Cute Pet Legion has such technology. Archimonde also has self-respect and does not want to live at the expense of others.
"In other words, the magic mecha production line has become a pile of scrap metal." Archimonde said angrily: "The Scourge Legion has not been eliminated and the legion's cause has failed. How can I explain to Lord Sargeras?"