Chapitre 392: Chapter 392: Rift
Kill me, and I'll just resurrect!
Duke silently recited in his heart.
Out loud, Duke sighed lightly, "The world has changed. If we don't open our eyes, we'll only fall into the deepest despair when we wake from the dream. It's not too late, Alleria, you can still change your mind."
"Regret what? Regret not seeing the true face of the Silvermoon Council sooner? Or regret serving you? What a joke! I, Alleria Windrunner, never regret my actions!"
Not dressed in her ranger uniform, Alleria was wearing a pure white evening gown. On the surface, she appeared as a gentle and lovely beauty, but in reality, she was a fierce heroine, as tempestuous as a storm.
At some point, Alleria had leaned on Duke's shoulder, who was dressed in a blue and white evening gown. Because Duke had grown taller, Alleria was now slightly shorter than him.
She nestled against Duke, and even when Duke consciously wrapped his arm around her waist, there was no discomfort. They harmonized like a perfect painting.
Duke said lightly, "As long as you don't regret it..."
"You little rascal, not regretting doesn't mean not being sad, not being in pain!" After a pause, Alleria continued, "Don't move, just let me lean on you for a while."
"Mm."
The two leaned on each other, enjoying the warmth from each other, and the cozy feeling of their souls merging.
After who knows how long.
"Duke, what will Azeroth become in the future?"
Duke looked solemn, looking up at the starry sky, his gaze seemed to have crossed the void, crossed history, and arrived at a point in the future.
Duke's voice seemed ethereal and mysterious, "The Burning Legion is already making moves again. Even if I don't want to admit it, defeating Sargeras and casting him into the abyss is not the end. Within five to ten years, the Burning Legion will definitely make bigger moves. At that time, perhaps all races will need to join hands to overcome the crisis."
Alleria shivered all over, and the three figures who had been eavesdropping in a tree not far away also shivered.
The Windrunner sisters thought of Duke's various miracles, that kind of top-level, prophet-like prediction, gave each of them a strange premonition... It seemed that their fate would be firmly tied to Duke's future.
Gently stroking Alleria's soft golden hair, "But before that, I promise you, I will make the chief culprit of the massacre of the high elves - Zul'jin, pay the most severe price."
At that moment, Duke felt Alleria tighten her grip on his hand... Those fingers that seemed like tender white jade suddenly became the sharpest dragon claws, the strength transmitted from her fingertips made Duke's shoulder a bit painful.
"I'm sorry..." Alleria, who suddenly came to her senses, apologized.
"It's okay." Duke silently added a fitness option to his growth plan.
Should I get a battle mage secondary profession?
Almost at the same time, in the Horde camp, Zul'jin felt his mind go blank.
"The Horde has done enough for the trolls, now it's time for the trolls to fulfill their promise to serve the Horde. I need the trolls to obey orders and go with us to attack the human capital."
Zul'jin thought he was hallucinating.
But, Orgrim and several Horde chieftains' serious expressions told him, they were not joking.
Generations of accumulated hatred, the faces of those dead troll comrades, everything seemed to naturally present itself in his
mind. He almost didn't think, subconsciously slamming his hand down and breaking the table in front of him, shouting:
"Betrayal! This is the Horde's betrayal of the trolls!"
A black light shot out from the palm of the Troll King, almost splitting Orgrim's ugly face in two.
It was a battle axe! A battle axe enhanced by the power of the storm!
Kargath Bladefist, the chieftain of the Shattered Hand clan, swung the blade attached to his arm like lightning, instantly knocking away Zul'jin's thrown axe.
The deflected axe hit the largest support of the huge tent, with a loud "boom", a gust of wind erupted from the axe. Under the impact of the turbulent wind, the huge tent made of beast skin was torn into large pieces and scattered in an instant.
The turbulence caused by the storm instantly blew several guards stationed near the Warchief's tent away. One even crashed into a large stone pillar next to the tent, almost crying out in pain. But the loyal guard didn't care about the pain that felt like all the bones in his back were broken, he got up from the ground, ran towards the tent while shouting, "Enemy attack—"
The Warchief's tent is under attack?!
In less than a second, the entire Horde camp was in an uproar.
"Calm down! Everyone, calm down!" Orgrim's roar, like thunder, temporarily calmed the crowd.
When the huge tent collapsed, revealing a panting Zul'jin holding an axe, and a stern Kargath with his arm blade, everyone realized that something seemed to have gone wrong between the trolls and the Horde.
Zul'jin was not alone.
Several minor chieftains from different clans stood by Zul'jin's side.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Zul'jin was a minor Horde chieftain.
Zul'jin took a stance, and they naturally drew their weapons. The orcs had already camped with the trolls, and there was no barrier between them. Now, with the sudden change, everyone was dumbfounded, holding their weapons, unsure whether to take action.
"Orgrim—you liar! We agreed to conquer the whole world together, the orcs take the plains and mountains, and the trolls keep all the forests!" Zul'jin waved his long, powerful arms excitedly, roaring loudly.
"The Horde didn't deceive you! That is our ultimate goal. But in the pact, we wrote 'The Horde will help you crush the main force of the high elves, and the trolls will complete the final revenge.' It's clearly written in the pact!" Orgrim pulled out the pact, holding it high, "The Horde has killed seventy thousand elf soldiers in two wars. In fact, you trolls have also slaughtered more than a hundred thousand elf civilians. The Horde has fulfilled its promise!"
"No! It's not enough! Those long-eared Silvermoon City is still there! Why? Why do the orcs retreat at the sight of that blue banner today."
"No, the point is not that banner. The key is that we have received the latest news, another Horde army of two hundred thousand orcs has been blocked and surrounded in Silverpine Forest. We must quickly conquer a human kingdom's capital to relieve their pressure and rescue them." Orgrim tried to cover everything with strategic needs.
From a grand strategic perspective, Orgrim's choice was undoubtedly correct.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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