Chapter 342: Why Should We Save Them?

Duke had noticed more than once that this Azeroth was off-kilter.

A 21% deviation, not too high, not too low, but still over a fifth.

Whether Sylvanas knew how to ride or not, Duke honestly didn't know. He vaguely remembered that both the current high elves and the future blood elves liked to ride a land bird that looked a bit like an ostrich. Back in the game, he had farmed a certain tragic prince countless times for a white land bird.

He had practically stripped the prince down to his last pair of underwear before he finally got it.

Kael'thas... Kael, who had two mounts, was guilty!

Alright, in this life, Duke didn't have any deep hatred for Kael'thas.

Regardless, Queen Sylvanas was clearly in a state where she wouldn't listen to any advice, insisting that even if she couldn't ride a gryphon, he must take her.

On the other hand, Gavinrad raised his hand and said, "I can't ride a gryphon, so I won't go."

Duke looked around and realized that if they were to ride two to a gryphon, Sylvanas would have to stick with him.

"Uh, alright."

The leading gryphon rider captain secretly rolled his eyes, having to give a thumbs up to a certain vice commander in his heart. It was an unwritten rule in the military that women were not allowed, but there was no rule that women couldn't go to the battlefield, right?

Don't look at the two blonde elf rangers who were always hanging around Duke, they could fight better than any man. In terms of kill count, they could blow any man out of the water.

The Knights of the Silver Hand had made a name for themselves in Silverpine Forest.

The best fighter, Uther, had a recorded kill count of just over three digits.

What about Alleria and Sylvanas?

The former had 1388 kills, the latter 2172. Moreover, if Alleria hadn't left midway, the one who would have kept the kill record would most likely have been Alleria, who had been leading before.

The fourth place was also a Windrunner, the fourth sister, Lirath, with 812 kills.

Saying that the Windrunner sisters were worth a thousand was absolutely true.

Of course, the most ruthless Alliance number one orc killer was naturally none other than Duke. Even if Duke modestly pushed out several times when he used tactics to kill the Horde, and gave most of it to other warriors, this time the strait blockade battle, and the merit of using Princess Myzrael to kill tens of thousands of orcs was all counted on Duke's head.

In the official record, Duke's kill count was 61820.

You should know, Duke wasn't just farming kills, on his kill list, there were also strong ones like Durotan, the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, and Gul'dan, the number two warlock of the Stormreaver clan.

In the eyes of the Alliance soldiers, Duke was definitely a real super powerhouse.

So, when they saw Sylvanas ambiguously sitting behind Duke on the gryphon, the knights all showed a smirk: as long as Duke can lead us to win this damn war, I don't care how many women he has.

The playful eyes around her almost made Queen Sylvanas angry.

Before Queen Sylvanas had ridden the gryphon, Duke's waist was attacked.

"Damn it! What now?" Duke, who was suffering for no reason, couldn't help but get angry, no matter how good his temper was.

"If we get into a fight, you'll have to hold me tight, and I'll be... according to your words, you'll be taking advantage of me. While we have the time now, I'll get my revenge first," Sylvanas said confidently, discussing unreasonable matters, "Also, we must intercept the Horde before they turn towards Quel'Thalas, or else I'll twist your head off."

Duke felt wronged. He had only explained once to Alleria what 'taking advantage' meant, and Sylvanas had already learned it.

And she was putting it to use immediately.

No! This was pre-emptive!

Wasn't it normal for a man and a woman to ride a gryphon together, to hold each other's waists, to hold hands? Was it worth taking revenge on me? And it was even in advance!?

Of course, what Duke couldn't stand the most was that Queen Sylvanas actually wanted his people to die here to stop the Horde.

What a joke!

Were Orgrim's elites so easy to deal with? And that too in a forest area where the individual combat power of trolls and orcs was infinitely amplified? Moreover, if the Horde was dealt with here, how could the Wildhammer dwarves and high elves be dragged into the war officially?

No way!

Queen Sylvanas had already gone too far. He couldn't encourage this bad trend!

With this thought, Duke pinched Sylvanas hard on the thigh.

"Ah!? What are you doing?"

"Don't you understand? Revenge! I was punished before I even made a mistake, is that fair? Should I stab Prince Kael'thas to death now because I think he will definitely fall into evil in the future?"

"..." Sylvanas was speechless.

Duke thought maliciously: Hmm, if this works, and I don't have to take responsibility, I, Duke, will first get rid of that Kael'thas and that idiot Arthas.

Duke thought again: If I'm already being shat on by Queen Sylvanas, will there be good days in the future? No! No! I need to give this woman a strong dose of medicine.

"I'm so prescient and I didn't become a prophet, but you've become a charlatan? Bullshit! I've been thinking about the elves and the Alliance with all my heart and soul. Now I'm being privately punished, I won't do it! I won't do it! All troops listen to the order, no one goes to Hinterlands until things are clear. Anyway, the Wildhammer dwarves and high elves haven't joined the Alliance, their deaths have nothing to do with me, the vice commander of the Alliance. We'll wait for the orcs to wipe them out, then go clean up the orcs."

When their own hero vice commander blew up, actually a bit unhappy with the stinginess and arrogance of the high elves, all the surrounding Alliance soldiers were immediately unhappy, staring at Sylvanas and the few elf rangers with sharp eyes.

Like being splashed with a bucket of cold water in winter, Sylvanas finally realized the problem.

Don't look at the close relationship between the high elves and the Alliance so far, in fact, both humans and dwarves have resentment towards the high elves who are unwilling to join the war.

At that Lordaeron conference, how arrogant was the representative sent by the Silvermoon Council? This story has long been spread throughout the Alliance.

That's right, the elite of the Windrunner family did indeed kill a lot of orcs, but compared to the entire war, those few thousand people were just a drop in the bucket.

For this race war, the Bronzebeard dwarves lost hundreds of thousands, and the human nations sacrificed millions. The high elves, however, had almost no casualties.

When humans were fighting the orcs, the elves were indifferent.

Now, when Quel'Thalas is in danger of being attacked, why should humans help the elves? Even for the sake of winning over the Wildhammer dwarves, who have a closer relationship with the Alliance, the Alliance has no sufficient reason to save Quel'Thalas.

The problem is, without human help, Quel'Thalas definitely won't hold! This has been verified by history.