Chapter 1923 The Tribe Collapsed (Part 2)

In the new city of Kul Tiras in Booty Bay, Jaina returned to her mage tower after a hard day's work. She clicked on a magic mirror with her hand and said something.

"Gruul is dead."

"Well, as expected."

Jaina gently lifted her brilliant blond hair, and then deliberately squeezed her magic breasts: "Duke, when will you come back?"

The seemingly understatement expresses an astonishing fact.

right! That's right! In the magic mirror, the person talking to Gianna was Duke.

"Ahem! My good apprentice, you are not good. Let me tell you, teasing will..."

"The one who was exposed." The two unruly masters and disciples said the second half of the sentence at the same time.

Gianna gave Duke a provocative look, flaunting her figure wantonly, showing her beautiful curves in front of Duke: "Then you should come back!"

"Well, I'm almost done here. I've probably collected three-quarters of the timeline. The rest can be pushed horizontally with brute force, but it's a bit rough."

After suppressing her smile, Gianna said seriously: "Duke, I...we all miss you. Although everything is fine without you, it always feels like something is missing."

Duke sighed: "I'll do my best here. If it's quick, according to your time, I'll be back in about a month. Just in time to finish."

"Okay, this is the best news I've heard in the past three years. As a small reward, I'll give you a dance." Jaina's smile was charming. She raised her hand and an ice pipe appeared out of thin air on the screen. center of. Her elemental control was so pure that there were no edges or burrs on the pipe, just like a smooth pipe that had been finely processed in a steel mill.

Around the pipe, Jaina's gauze danced, making Duke's lips dry.

"Hmph! Xiao Lang Hoozi, just wait to die!" Du Mooke declared like a defeated dog.

"Hmph! I'm waiting!" Jaina patted her butt as a demonstration.

Then the two shut down the communication.

The war between the Alliance and the Horde was completely one-sided. Especially when Gruul's huge head was hung on the bow of the Bismarck as a bow statue, it naturally triggered panic in the tribe.

In fear, a large number of tribal people abandoned their homes and began a long journey to evacuate towards the only safe place in their hearts - Orgrimmar.

"Why does it feel like Gruul is weak?" Varian was a little confused during the video communication during the throne meeting.

Jaina replied calmly: "It's not that he is weak, it's that the entire world of Azeroth has become stronger. According to Duke, it is the will of the world that realizes the crisis and begins to release more planetary energy that we don't understand. This energy Energy can unlock the shackles of our combat power and allow local strong men to advance to a higher level."

Vashj took over: "Well, I was also curious at first, why Duke insisted that I pledge allegiance to the planet and swear to become the demigod directly under the planet. Now I know, I can feel that my power is increasing every day, although the magnitude is very high. Small. This is not the result of cultivation, it is purely a gift from the planet."

Varian understood: "Although Gruul is a demigod, he has never intended to serve Azeroth, so his strength has not increased?"

"right!"

If Duke were here, he might say, 'Gruul, you are a level 70 boss and you still want to chirp in a level 90 environment? If you don't find someone to brush with, you are already giving face. How much do you weigh? Don’t you have a good idea of ​​how much you have? ’.

This one really doesn't exist.

So Gruul died.

"Yes, the people below are asking for instructions, 'How to deal with the women and children that the orcs are trying to evacuate?'" Kalia asked.

There was silence in the throne room.

It was Varian who spoke viciously first: "Twenty-five years ago, our fathers did not kill all these green-skinned bastards. This was the biggest mistake. Are we going to allow these bastards to live in vain again? After 15 years, we asked the Alliance for the third time Declare war?”

It was clear that the violent side he inherited from the wolf god Goldrinn had taken hold.

What he said is also true, but it is contrary to the teachings of the Holy Light.

Jaina suddenly said: "Let them go to Orgrim. The Alliance has always been an organization that fights against evil. There is no need to tarnish the glory of the Alliance in this matter. Moreover, a large number of refugees can easily defeat the fragile food supply of the tribe. reserve."

"Wait! What if that idiot Garrosh ordered the massacre of the orc civilians, triggering an uprising, and then he was overthrown? Wouldn't this battle be unwinnable?" Muradin muttered.

The lifespan of dwarves is much longer than that of humans. 29 years is far from the next generation. Ironforge and Loch Modan, the places most poisoned by orcs in the past, are still fresh in the memory of most dwarves.

The dwarves don't want a truce.

"Don't worry!" Jaina said firmly: "Soon, the opportunity will appear, and that guy Garrosh will definitely take risks."

At this time, Gelbin jumped up: "Hey! Wait! This kind of rhetoric like a stickman is not your style. Ms. Marcus!"

Normally in Azeroth, the rule for humans is that when you marry, you take your husband's surname. It's just that the four queens have special status, and Duke doesn't care, so they are allowed to keep their surnames.

High Craftsman Gelbin, the leader of the dwarfs, mentioned Jaina's theoretical surname in this way, which was clearly an allusion to Duke.

Facing the blazing gazes of her sisters, Jaina couldn't resist and raised her hands in surrender: "Okay, I admit that I have contacted Duke. He will be back soon, in about a month. This is his arrangement."

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the throne room.

Everyone is used to Duke being the boss. It's not that Varian is bad, it's just that there is a better and more perfect Duke, and everyone has to give in because of it. Moreover, for such a big thing as wiping out the tribe, it should be done with the presence of a founder of the alliance like Duke to make it appear solemn.

Now that there is news about Duke, naturally everyone takes reassurance.

"Okay! Let's just do our own thing. Now, we're just waiting to give Garrosh the last push."

In Orgrimmar, Garrosh was going crazy.

Having just destroyed Theramore, Garrosh felt that gadgets like the Northern Fortress were not worth his while, so he returned to Orgrimmar to take charge.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned home, I encountered emergency letters flying in from all over the country.

"Warchief, the number of people gathered outside Durotar has reached 300,000, maybe more, and the civil officials have lost count. What should we do?"

"What should I do? How do I know what to do?" The idiot yelled, feeling very anxious.

He is reckless and mentally retarded, but at least he has some common sense and knows that the people need to eat. Where can Orgrimmar find enough food to feed 300,000 mouths?