"However, this is the limit for now!" Looking at the Undead Barrier that spanned the middle of the canyon in the distance, Duke couldn’t help but sigh.
Next to Duke, Mograine said: "Duke, you don’t have to put too much pressure on yourself. You have done a good job. I thank you on behalf of the people of Lordaeron."
Duke waved his hand and said, "According to the military plan, hurry up and move. When the first snow falls, the road conditions will beco worse."
"Understood." Mograine stepped back.
Between the Tirisfal Glades where Lordaeron City is located and the Western Plaguelands, there is a huge mountain range that towers into the clouds. It is a natural chasm that even the Scourge, which is composed of the undead, cannot easily cross.
Unless they are high-level soldiers like gargoyles and bone dragons, ordinary ghouls and zombies can’t get through at all.
Winter is coming, and whether we like it or not, we have no choice but to call a truce.
How an army of 800,000 people could survive the winter was a huge problem.
From the beginning, Duke did not put all the troops into the Western Plaguelands, especially those poorly trained militian, all of whom were sent by Duke to support logistics. Anyway, there were skeletons and zombies everywhere, so they were busy enough.
After defeating a counterattack organized by the dreadlord Mal’Ganis in mid-October, Duke directly ordered Turalyon and Reginald Windsor to lead a detachnt from the Western Plaguelands to the south, establish Coldwind Camp, and open up Icewind Post and Sophia Plateau.
In this way, the Alliance has a safe passage along the river flowing out of Lake Darrowmill, connecting the northern and southern fronts.
Until they reached the Undead Bulwark, Duke did not recall Turalyon and Windsor’s troops.
The Undead Fortress was too narrow, and there was no need for so many soldiers. Leaving too many people would only increase the pressure on logistics. Now the Alliance offensive of the entire Lordaeron continent was basically supported by stored food.
If it weren’t for the city of Strathol, which had millions of tons of grain reserves, it would be impossible for the Southshore city-states and sea transportation alone to support an offensive of hundreds of thousands of people.
The significance of Duke’s taking the initiative to save Strathol even during his ten years of disappearance was also reflected at this ti.
Duke is not a reckless person. Seeing that the Undead Barrier could not be conquered, he also made a winter plan.
The poorly trained Strathol army and all militia regints were withdrawn to the vicinity of Strathol.
Most of the Dwarf’s Griffin Legion and chanized troops have also withdrawn. Tanks are assault forces, and it would be a waste to keep them for defense. All kinds of artillery are enough.
In addition to building a semi-permanent fortress on the west side of Felstone Farm east of the Bulwark of the Dead, Duke also ordered the Scarlet Crusade to send 50,000 troops to rebuild Hearthglen and North Mountain Lumberyard.
Historically, the Silver Crusade held out in Hearthglen for so long for a reason. If the Western Plaguelands could not be defended in the future, Hearthglen could be left behind as a nail to annoy the Scourge.
Duke looked at Sylvanas who was still training rangers not far away, and suddenly made a malicious guess: Now that Sylvanas has beco a living and fragrant Sylvanas, will there still be Forsaken in the future? Similarly, if the blood elves completely join the Alliance, there will be no place for the Horde, right?
Entering November, Duke finally received news from the other side of the Endless Sea because Jaina finally gained a foothold in Theramore and built a huge magic communication array.
When the first piece of news ca, Duke only felt that the wheel of history was still rolling forward, unhindered by anything...
That was in September.
Even though they found the right ocean current and sailed for a month, the strong tribal warriors were still left half dead.
When Thrall saw the older generation of orcs looking at the desolate red land and shouting "hotown", he was a little puzzled.
Grom patted Thrall’s shoulder and grinned. "Before we passed through the Dark Portal and crossed into Azeroth, ’our world’ was like this. Desolate and harsh, but on the vast plains, there is never a lack of dangers and huge prey that can feed hundreds of people for a week. Only the most fearless warriors and the most powerful hunters can survive on the earth. These are the orcs!"
Right!
This is an orc!
Indomitable!
Orcs who can always survive in the harshest environnt!
The Horde’s crude transport ship docked, and the orcs happily rushed to the shore. The wildest ones were already fighting with the huge wave crabs on the coast. So unlucky guys had their fingers pinched off by the huge claws of the wave crabs, but the orcs were laughing!
That’s right!
Hunting!
Hunting is the instinct of orcs!
Hunting is the glory of orcs!
It’s worth it to bleed for instinct and glory!
Grom Hellscream called out in a gruff voice: : Warchief! Na this land where our orcs will be reborn!"
Thrall couldn’t hold back the excitent in his chest and shouted out a na: "Durotar!"
Grom understood imdiately. Durotar in Orcish is the homonym of Durotan after he was materialized. In this way, Thrall commorated his father, whom he had never t, but who sacrificed himself to protect him and for the Horde.
For a mont, the eyes of this orc beca a little moist.
Three days later, the new tribe decided to build a new orc main city in a Feng Shui treasure land with a river on the west side and mountains at the back.
In order to commorate the brave and wise forr chieftain Orgrim, this new orc city will be nad ’Orgrimmar’!
During the following period of ti, Thrall, t the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof on his way to pursue the prophet, and the Horde began to receive help from the Tauren tribe.
Then in early October, a tribe of trolls also crossed the ocean and migrated to Durotar.
That’s Vol’jin’s Darkspear tribe.
Vol’jin inherited his father Sen’jin’s position as the new leader of the Darkspear trolls. Like other trolls of the Darkspear clan, he once lived in Stranglethorn Vale in the south of the Eastern Kingdoms. Due to Duke’s strategy, Stormwind Kingdom expanded southward, and the siege of the trolls who believed in the blood god Hakkar in Zul’Gurub, the Darkspear trolls had to leave their hotown. Now there are only so ruins of troll towns and a vast jungle left there.
Soon after Vol’jin and his people arrived in Kalimdor, they were attacked by murlocs again near Durotar. If it weren’t for Thrall’s full support, Vol’jin and his Darkspear clan would have disappeared long ago. At this ti, Vol’jin was so grateful that he and the jungle trolls vowed to serve the Horde and form an eternal alliance.
In October, the weather has beco a little cool.
Near Orgrimmar, Thrall was delighted to see his people hunting a large number of raptors and hanging the dragon at on wooden racks, but he himself frowned.
Durotar is not a bad place.
Although it is a bit desolate, there is no shortage of prey, which is enough for the orcs to reproduce again.
The problem is that Durotar is so desolate that it lacks...wood!
Thrall had the honor of seeing humans use the magical building material called "cent". He had also heard from orc elders more than once how perfect and hard this so-called cent was.
Fortunately, humans spared the orcs because of the war against those damned undead creatures. Thrall never dared to expect Duke to be kind enough to send cent to the orcs to support the construction of Orgrimmar.
Unfortunately, the orc craftsn in this westward migration team can only make brick and wood structures. These craftsn who used to be orcs’ hard labor told Thrall that with the existing technology, if they did not have good wood that was strong, thick and long enough, they could not make a house with more than two floors.
The city walls too!
After hearing about the horrific artillery fire of the dwarves, Thrall decided that Orgrimmar also needed walls strong enough to withstand the bombardnt of those crude artillery.
The problem is back to the starting point. In order to finalize the city wall, the orcs’ craftsmanship still requires a large amount of high-quality wood.
Thrall called in Grom Hellscream.
"Grom, the Horde needs your services and those of your people."
"You say. I do." Grom, who has been eating a lot recently and has a bloody stomach, looks very energetic.
"The Horde needs lots of good wood to build cities and walls. Unfortunately, the area west of Durotar is a terrible place."
"The Barrens, huh? It’s a bad but appropriate na indeed." Grom curled his lips.
"Horde spies have co within a week’s walk of Durotar. The southern part of the Barrens is also a bad place with few trees. The StoneTeron Mountains to the west are not much better. The only place with sufficient wood is Ashenvale in the north of the Barrens."
"What’s the problem there?"
"I don’t know. Maybe it’s so intelligent race, or so huge group of wild beasts. Anyway, none of the scouts who entered the forest of Ashenvale ca back. This gives a bad feeling." Thrall frowned. He actually had a bad premonition.
Unfortunately, the new tribe was in desperate need of large quantities of high-quality wood.
"What do you want the Warsong to do?"
"Take your n and five thousand orc carpenters with you. Try your best to cut down enough wood without angering the natives of Ashenvale. That’s about the amount that five thousand n can carry back. That’s enough."
"No problem." Grom whistled and walked out of the tent.
"Wait! Grom!" Thrall called out to the Horde hero.
"What?" Grom stopped.
"The Horde is too weak now. If possible, we should avoid conflicts with the large intelligent races on this continent."
Grom smiled, his fangs pointing to the sky gleaming coldly: "It’s alright! No one can match my Gorehowl!"
Thrall’s bad premonition beca even worse, but he didn’t have another organized force of sufficient number at hand. He was quite confident in Rexxar, but unfortunately Rexxar was just a lone ranger.
Vol’jin is not bad, but the problem is that the Darkspear clan has too few people.
Thrall had no choice.
The Horde did not know that just less than 500 kiloters south of the Kolkar Cliffs at the southernmost tip of Durotar, in a place called Theramore Island, Jaina’s Alliance expeditionary force had also gained a foothold.
Moreover, the construction of Theramore Island is much faster than that of Orgrimmar of the Horde.
In the center of the island, a huge five-story wizard tower has risen from the ground.
"It’s hard to imagine that it only took us a week to build such a large building, and the remaining week was actually spent waiting for the cent to dry completely." Looking at the Mage Tower, Jaina sighed.
"That’s right." Aegwynn, the advisor next to her, echoed.
It wasn’t the first ti Jaina had seen cent dirt.
But this magical building material is still magical no matter how many tis you see it. As long as the craftsn mark the positions of the piles on the ground, in order to save ti, Jaina even personally uses magic to blast holes in the ground.
After the craftsn inserted steel bars and poured the mixed cent into the long, straight holes blasted out with arcane magic, the foundation was completed in just three days. The next step was to set up the piles and pour cent into the molds.
As for the cooling of the cent, this has never been a problem. For the sake of her new ho, Jaina even used frost magic herself to cool the cent quickly and evenly.
So in just one week, a miraculous wizard tower stood in the center of the island.
If Duke were here, he would definitely praise Jaina for her self-taught learning.
In Duke’s when the Arica built the famous Hoover Dam, in order to speed up the construction and to allow all parts of a reinforced cent concrete structure weighing more than 100 tons to be cooled synchronously, after the modeling was completed and the cent was poured, liquid nitrogen was used directly to cool the area.
Now, Jaina did it all with magic.
Watching the little kingdom of her dreams changing day by day and listening to the cheers of the people who ca from across the ocean to seek refuge, Jaina felt very satisfied.
The only thing that bothered Jaina was that she seed to be a bit unworthy of the title of Queen of Theramore. Duke’s shadow was seen in too many places.
Without cent and the construction team of the Edmund family, she might have to live in a bad tent for a month after arriving. This was very uncomfortable for Jaina, who was born as a princess.
You know, Theramore Island is half-surrounded by Dustwallow Marsh. Since it is a swamp, and a swamp in the middle of sumr in August and September, what is the most abundant?
Mosquito!
Not everyone can run around with an ice shield like Jaina.
There are mosquitoes everywhere in the sky and on the ground, it’s annoying even when you see them from afar.
However, the powerful mosquito repellent, X-ray mosquito-killing lamps, and window screens provided free of charge by the Edmund Chamber of Comrce solved most of Jaina’s troubles.
Moreover, the extrely crazy new land reclamation engineering thod has made the entire island of Theramore have no so-called dead corners from the very beginning of the city construction.
Not to ntion, Duke made a large batch of magical materials from Dalaran and Quel’Thalas and shipped them onto the ship.
What do you do?
Directly add magical defense inscriptions to the walls of the upcoming Theramore Island!
User Comments
0 comments from readers