At the side, Illucia watched as Duque fell into a state of reminiscence and almost drooled wickedly. Even Illucia, who was most agreeable to Duque, could not help but facepalm, "Please, Duque, please pay attention to your image. If your image collapses, it will affect us, alright? "
"Uh, sorry!"
Ah! It did not matter what he looked like. Wandering around without knowing how bad he looked was a capital offense.
Duque's expression froze. He was that sanctimonious fake king again … Oh, no, he was that handsome commander of the Alliance again!
After advancing to Breaking Dawn, Duque rarely chanted magic. Whenever he needed to chant, it would be a large-scale spell.
The next moment, Duque's voice traversed space and time, echoing in the sky above Menethil Port and Cenarion Fortress at the same time.
It seemed close, yet far.
The chanting was filled with ethereal inspiration, as if Duque's voice did not come from the other side of space, but from the divine domain.
The incantation for the portal was a magic incantation that every Radiant Moon archmage had to learn. After countless generations of cuts and improvements, it had become unchangeable.
"O lost soul wandering the world …"
"May the stars give you guidance."
"May the earth bear your burden."
"In the name of Duke Marcus, I open a bridge that connects heaven and earth, and turn the natural moat into a path!"
The incantation was the main point, but the series of spatial coordinates that appeared in his mind at the same time was the most important!
For something like spatial teleportation, if one only needed to teleport between two places without any gap, then one only needed to remember the starting and destination coordinates.
However, Azeroth was also a self-moving planet. To complete a continuous teleportation for a long period of time, one had to constantly change the spatial coordinates according to the planet's self-movement.
Simply put, it required a series of absolutely correct spatial movement formulas.
Any mistake would cause the teleporter to be beheaded at best, or disappear forever in a spatial rift in the worst.
This was why teleportation often only happened between mages and major cities.
Now, what Duque wanted to complete was definitely a great spell that could be recorded in the annals of history.
On Duque's retina, a huge amount of data poured down.
The system elf's prompts kept coming:
"Spatial coordinates loaded."
"Calculation of spatial variable formula completed."
"The coordinates have been tested 233333 times. The error rate is infinitely close to zero. "
"Self-examination complete."
"Begin teleportation. Open Portal 1 to 128."
That's right, Duque was just that awesome.
What he couldn't do in the past, Duque could now easily do with the help of the divine artifact Atiesh. Of course, with his limit, it would not be a problem for him to open 1,024 portals at the same time. Considering the continuity and risk involved, Duque decided to be very safe and open 128 doors first.
In the open space of Menethil Port, the dwarven logistics troops were all stunned as if they had seen a miracle. They stared at the desert world and the magnificent elven-style fortress on the other side of the portal, completely speechless.
All of the dwarf's flattery and speech were stuck in his throat.
"What are you waiting for!? Do not increase the burden on Commander Marcus! " On the fortress' side, the dwarf quartermaster Derek's angry voice finally woke up the dazed guys on the other side a little.
The dwarves immediately shouted and began to hurriedly send the munitions boxes through the various portals along the makeshift conveyor belt.
"Be careful, idiots! Even if there is shock absorption equipment inside, if it accidentally explodes, it will blow us all up into the sky. "
"The third team! First transport the 155mm ones! The cannons on the other side have priority in resupplying ammunition! "
Before starting, every field officer had given a death order to the lieutenant below. The lieutenant gave a death order to the noncommissioned officers. Most of them very cordially conveyed to their subordinates, such as "the cannonballs that can't be transported will be stuffed into your mouth", so none of the dwarves dared to be lazy.
In addition, Duque used a projection to mark the remaining time on each portal, which made every dwarf move more quickly.
In the Cenarion Fortress, the tribe was also shocked to the point of being completely speechless.
Could such a large-scale teleportation really be done by mortals?
Sal's body leaned slightly to the left, and a ghost-like shadow appeared beside him – the former Sun King, now the leader of the Forgotten, Anastrian.
As a newly promoted tribal leader, Anastrian put his position in the right place, at least it looked like this.
He covered his left chest with his right hand and bowed slightly, "I can't do it. At most three portals of the same level, each delivering 50 fully armed tribal warriors, is already the limit, and the consumption of magic gems is massive. If the Well of the Sun was still in my hands, then it would be 10 portals at most. "
Wo Jin asked in a low voice, "Aren't you all Breaking Dawn Archmages?"
Anastrian's mouth was bitter, "In terms of rank, I'm not much different from Duke Marcus. But his talent in the field of multi-casting … is above me. The key is that my thieves saw that he inherited the divine staff of the previous guardian, Medivh. "
"The legendary Astral Staff that can break through space [Atiesh, the Legendary Staff of the Guardian]?" Sal muttered to himself, and the bitterness in his voice became even stronger.
Although he didn't know what price Duque had to pay for such a large-scale teleportation, it wouldn't be too light, but it definitely wouldn't be too heavy, otherwise no one would be able to afford it.
Even so, the Alliance's epoch-making supply method had already made the Horde look up to it.
If it was just the flying warships, the Horde still had a chance to imitate and catch up, but the flying fortresses and large-scale teleportation made Sal completely despair.
This was already something that had nothing to do with the technology tree or talent.
Unless the Tribe was lucky enough to dig up another floating fortress left behind by the Titans and get their hands on a Space Staff that was close to Atiesh's, not to mention that they had complete trust in Anastrian and were not afraid of her betrayal …
Damn, there were so many ifs, and if they could all be done, it would be a miracle among miracles.
The reason why miracles were called miracles was because they were basically impossible to happen!
Sal's heart was heavy.
In fact, this was Sal thinking too much.
In the original history, during the period of "The King of Draenor", the Alliance and the Horde jointly attacked Draenor, which did not explode. It was in the Moon Shadow Valley that the Alliance quickly built a huge fortress almost from nothing.
What did they rely on?
It was by relying on the portal!
A large number of soldiers and craftsmen came from the huge portal. Materials such as wood and stones were locally obtained, but craftsmen and key alloy parts were all transported from the major cities of the Alliance across planets.
In that era, cross-space supplies and strikes had long since become commonplace.
It was just that Duque had realized it earlier.
As for the Horde's strong minds suffering a hundred thousand points of critical damage, Duque said – he would not take the blame for this!
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