Back in the heart of Karazhan, Duque sat on the Throne of Elements.
"How are the users of the Weave responding?" Duque could easily monitor the situation of the Weave, but he could not communicate directly with the users like Khadgar could.
Khadgar deliberated for a second or two. "Most of them praise this as an epoch-making feat. It's simple, fast, and safe. The only problem is that they want to increase the upper limit of mana usage and lower the requirements for using magic. "
"Reject them. We are not the Church of Holy Light that saves everyone. Greedy people who do not follow the rules of equivalent exchange will be punished, from cutting off the Weave to killing them. "Duque made the decision on the spot.
"Understood." Emperor Wicklor nodded. Cursing people was not something he liked. Killing people was what he liked. The swarm of insects did not have complicated thoughts. Those that did not listen were always killed. Since they had recognized Duque as their master, they could only obey.
After dealing with a few urgent problems, Duque began to rearrange the distribution of the Weave.
In Duque's mind, the Weave was not only the Internet of the magic world, but also a warning net. It was a permanent shield that could provide support to his mages at any time, allowing them to cast powerful spells.
In the early stages of the Weave, it was easy to set up controlled mana channels in the main cities.
However, once the Weave was formed, it could not be so simple to inject elements.
The spiritual force that mages contributed to the Weave could not be casually recycled either.
All power had to be guided and filtered in a standardized manner.
This was like a water plant. After taking a large amount of water from a clean source, it could not be sent to thousands of households.
First, it needed to be filtered. From the simplest sedimentation tank, to a high-density filter, and then to a chemical disinfection process.
Then, it needed to be tested, from microbes and bacteria to chemical substances.
Finally, the finished water could be released and flowed into the hands of the users.
What Duque wanted to do was very similar to a water plant.
In the past, mages simply and crudely drew elements from the Elemental Realm into their bodies, combining them with the mana in their magic circuits, and then releasing them to form magic.
This was a serious problem of insufficient filtration.
In order to attract all the mages to use the Weave, it first had to be pure.
At the same time, he used the recovered mental strength to unify the mental strength and imprint the Will of the entire Demon King. This would effectively prevent the Weave from being abused by outsiders or having its control stolen.
Lastly, why were magic incantations so long?
It was not because it required so many incantations to use the elements, but because it required so many incantations to make the elements stable and controllable. Since ancient times, magic researchers had racked their brains in order to make magic compound reactions and prevent the magic elements from destroying a Mage's body as much as possible.
In order to surpass these pioneers in magic, the Weave needed to be able to construct a magic model in the shortest time possible after a mage made a request to cast a spell, and then deliver it to the mage safely and quickly.
After achieving these three points, the final key was to have a wide coverage area.
This was just like a cell phone. No matter how beautiful a cell phone was, it would be useless if there was no signal.
How to expand the Weave in every corner of Azeroth was Duque's future task. It was foreseeable that this would be a very long process.
"Phew … Fortunately, I still have time." After Duque expressed his thoughts and design intentions, the rest was left to the Elemental Emissaries to discuss and implement.
Returning to his bedroom, Duque found that Jaina was already there.
"It's rare that you're here so early. I thought you'd be busy for a while?" Duque was not joking.
There were so many kings in the Alliance, but Jaina was definitely the busiest one. When the Horde suffered a disaster, most of the Alliance's aid was first transported to Theramore, and then transferred to small boats or offshore flatboats.
Later, once the Orcs migrated from the Outer Realm, the Orcs from the Dark Portal would also be sent to Theramore through the portal in the Watchtower.
Basically, there were as many things that needed Jaina's personal approval as there were stars in the sky.
Jaina combed her brilliant blonde hair and revealed a charming smile. "Please, the person who called me here is my most respected teacher, the man I love the most. Even if you were bored and suddenly wanted to discuss the flow of magic under the M-shape posture, I had to come! "
Duque facepalmed. "Am I such a person who can't distinguish between public and private matters?"
Jaina smiled without saying anything. It was clear that she was saying — You are!
"Alright, there's a change of plans. I'm not going to the Outer Realm."
"Hmm?"
"I was going to go, but Elune persuaded me not to. While the Soul of Azeroth is asleep, she doesn't want me to leave Azeroth. "
"I was going to persuade you even if Elune didn't say so. Since you've already made your decision, that's even better … What's your new plan now? "
"I'm going to expand the Magic Net with all my might. I don't think I'll be able to leave. Help me open the Dark Portal."
"Okay!"
July 5th, 22nd year of the Dark Portal. The Alliance and the Horde decided to send out an allied army again. This time, the Horde sent out 40,000 troops, led by Thrall himself. They joined the Alliance's 50,000 troops and gathered at the Dark Portal.
The huge portal in front of them exuded an ominous aura.
The dry, crimson land was filled with an excessively clean air.
There was no life, no aura, not even a smell. Thrall, who was born in a human kingdom, had thought that the terrible Barrenlands or the dry Silithus Desert were the worst places. He didn't expect this cursed land to bring him an even greater shock.
"Is this the Door of Darkness in the Cursed Lands?" Thrall murmured.
"Yes! Our people are on the other side of the portal, "Orgrim said softly.
"It's time!" Not far away, Varian was riding a red, four-legged insect. It looked black, with sharp insect horns and long, sharp legs that didn't match Varian's silver-white armor.
However, since both the Alliance and the Horde were the same, there was no need to laugh at each other.
Thrall nodded at Varian.
William pulled out one of his Artifact swords and raised it up high. The sunlight reflected off the blade, giving off a dazzling radiance.
Not far away, Jaina, who was standing on a magic formation on a high platform, started chanting an incantation. It was a restriction placed on the Dark Portal, preventing it from obtaining power from anywhere around it.
Inside the huge door, there was an illusory mix of black and green waves, like tumbling mud.
In the next moment, before the portal was completely formed, countless demons pounced out of the Dark Portal!
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