Stormwind City's night sky was as calm as ever.
The darkness of the night came as usual, just like how people always believed that the light of dawn would always come every day.
In the dark night, crimson flames constantly shone through the fog in the distance, declaring destruction and terror to Stormwind City, an 'enclave' that hung alone outside of the human political center of the entire continent.
To the west of Stormwind City, the sea that had not changed since the last descendants of Thoradin The Great arrived a thousand years ago shone with starlight. With the clear moonlight hanging over the sea, one could vaguely see that Stormwind Port, which had been dark once night fell a year ago, was now brightly lit and filled with sails and masts.
Other than the sound of the rolling waves, there were also the voices of people coming from afar.
Looking at Stormwind Port, King Laing suddenly sighed to the queen.
"My dear, I've been thinking about a question … Is Duke Marcus our kingdom's destined guardian?"
"If you look at the current situation, it's obvious that he is. That's right! " The queen gently tightened her grip on Laing's arm. "Without his Stormwind Port, Stormwind City might have already started to collapse."
Before the orcs came, everyone thought that the new Stormwind Port that Duque built was just a useful supplement to Stormwind City's revenue.
As the war progressed, everyone realized that Stormwind Port and Duque's fleet actually controlled the kingdom's fate, becoming its pulse.
Stormwind City was located in the south of the continent. With all the roads to the north blocked by the orcs, the sea became Stormwind City's only lifeline to the outside world.
In this era, entering the port at night was extremely dangerous. But in order to transport the military supplies that Stormwind City lacked, the old captains of Stormwind City and the maritime kingdom of Kul 'Tiras not only transported during the day, but also to save space in the port and increase the transport capacity, they even chose to enter the port at dusk, unload the goods overnight, and leave at midnight.
With the efforts of a group of captains and sailors, all kinds of supplies were continuously transported from the other human kingdoms and the dwarves' Iron Furnace Castle. Women and children who needed to be evacuated were transported ahead of time, all the way north across the sea to Southshore.
Since the seven human kingdoms had yet to come up with a unified opinion on the Orcs' invasion, the aid given to Stormwind City at this stage could basically be regarded as civilian assistance.
Most of the nobles in the north scoffed at what Laing's messenger said about the orcs' large-scale invasion and how great the harm would be.
"What's the big deal about orcs? We've been killing the trolls here for thousands of years, but we still haven't killed them all. "This was the opinion of most of the nobles.
They expressed the most malicious suspicions and speculations regarding the fall of half of Storm City.
The only fortunate thing was that the Alterac Kingdom agreed to lend Southshore to settle the refugees from Stormwind. As for the other six kingdoms, they allowed Laing's proposal to purchase supplies, allowing the people of Stormwind City to purchase all kinds of military supplies and fiercely cracking down on the illegal merchants who inflated prices.
At the same time, Laing was allowed to send people to recruit volunteers and mercenaries from the Six Kingdoms.
However, this was not enough.
Only Laing, who was facing the Orc Rampage head-on, knew that this would require the Seven Kingdoms to declare an all-out war at the same time, gathering the Seven Kingdoms, as well as the Dwarves and the Elves as allies, before it would be enough.
As soon as he thought of this, Laing felt a wave of suffocation in his heart.
So far, everything that Duke had offered, every idea that he had offered, had been good. For example, a new type of blockhouse.
That was something that Duque left behind, a fellow called Makarov, was in charge of.
It had a strange name, 'cement'.
As for how this thing was made, Makarov was tight-lipped. Even Makarov himself said that it was only a half-finished product.
The effect was obvious. The newly designed hexagonal blockhouse was very good at delaying the Orc's offensive.
This blockhouse was about three stories high, made from this' cement 'mixed with stones and sand, and in a short two to three days, it became extremely sturdy. Under the command of an unknown member of the Mason Brotherhood, Edwin Van Cleef, Duque's personally appointed name, in the outskirts of Goldshire, one of the barriers of Stormwind City, no less than five hundred of these blockhouses were built in just a few days.
Even the largest Orc catapults could not easily destroy this kind of blockhouse. The narrow shooting holes made it so that the Orcs could not even reach in. A large number of Duque's trained javelin throwers hid in these blockhouses, and from various shooting holes, they gave the Orcs a heavy counterattack.
When the Orcs used the cruellest and most brutal way to destroy the blockhouse, the harpooneers could use the tunnel that they had dug beforehand to drill into the next blockhouse through a tunnel that was so narrow that only humans could pass through, and continue to kill the Orcs.
There were even stories of some outstanding javelin throwers achieving great feats that even the bravest of Stormwind City Warriors couldn't do. That guy killed 36 strong Orc Warriors by himself, and left a mark on the Orc's forehead with a javelin mark, which became the best proof of this feat.
What made Laing not know whether to laugh or cry was that Stormwind had an additional army — the Murlocs.
These abominable monsters that once caused incomparable headaches for the residents of the Elven Forest had now become the guardians of the people of Stormwind.
The Murlocs let out inexplicable "cackling, cackling, cackling" sounds, and occupied almost every river in the Elven Forest that was more than five meters wide. Any Orc who dared to go to the river to get water would be baptized by the Murlocs' crude javelins.
Everything that Duque did had greatly helped the whole of Stormwind.
Recalling the changes that Duque had made to the kingdom, Laing was deeply moved. "I wonder how his and Andoine's raid is going. I hope they can come back safely … "
"It's okay. If they were killed, I think … Sargeras would be the first to come and show off … "The queen comforted Laing gently.
Laing suddenly smiled bitterly. "Nearly a thousand years ago, my ancestors came to Stormwind City, cut their way through brambles, and started a magnificent era for the people. No matter what, I don't want Stormwind City to be destroyed in my hands! "
"You won't. Instead of thinking about this, why don't you think about how you will reward them for their achievements if they return in triumph? How about erecting a statue for them in the King's Valley? "
"Good idea!"
At this moment, Duque, whom Laing and the entire upper echelons of Stormwind had placed high hopes on. He was facing the most dangerous battle since his transmigration.
Because his opponent was Gul 'dan, even if this was just a fictional Gul' dan created by some unknown magical principle. In this strange chess space, Gul 'dan was still incomparably powerful.
Breathing in the slightly cold air, Duque felt the smell of blood and dry heat in his nose. He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, telling himself that he was writing a legend that belonged only to him at this moment.
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