Duque's actions were obviously taking advantage of Illidan's lack of air force. This method was quite extreme and could be said to be shameless. However, it could solve the problem that the Alliance wasn't good at water battles and didn't have enough experts.
If it was a complete nature, it would always be reclaiming land from a lake. Once there was a flood, it would be a big problem.
Not Delano.
As a planet whose core was already broken and in a half-destroyed state, it was already a miracle that it could maintain air. The situation in the Outer Realms could no longer be explained by science.
Since there weren't so many rules and restrictions, Duque could naturally use his imagination to create trouble.
After a month, Dark Swamp Lake and its surrounding areas, which spanned nearly a hundred square kilometers, had been completely filled with soil. After repeated tests by the gnome craftsmen, the ground met the requirements.
However, Illidan's men did not know what was going on.
On the 25th of December, nearly a hundred thousand Fel Orc soldiers and Ogres dressed in coarse beast skins crossed the shallow waterway near the lagoon in the middle of Zangarmarsh and entered the current Dark Swamp Plains.
Originally, their attack was to destroy the Alliance's lake filling project. Who knew that along the way, the human sentry towers were all empty. As the sentry towers were constructed with reinforced concrete, even the Ogres had to expend a great deal of effort to destroy the half-built sentry towers.
Using a hammer to hit those sturdy little bunkers was even more of a loss. Often, even if the hammer was broken, it might not even make a hole.
However, the Beastman army was still advancing forward, and their progress was unbelievably smooth. Even Kargath Bladefist, who was supervising the battle from afar, could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
As one of the few tribal chiefs who had seen the power of the Alliance's artillery, he had no choice but to deal with the orders from above timidly.
If he had a choice, he definitely wouldn't choose to attack the Alliance in such a terrain.
It was a pity that Illidan wasn't here. The orders of the second-in-command of the organization, Vashj, wasn't something that he, the newly defeated Beastman leader, could resist.
Although Kargath's temperament was irascible, he still carefully divided the hundred thousand Fel Orcs under his command into five echelons. With a loose formation that was almost equivalent to a human line of soldiers, he allowed the Fel Orcs to advance forward.
To the Evil Beastmen, who were still in the era of cold weapons, it could only be said that there was no other way.
Of course, concentrating troops would allow them to display their close combat prowess, but the Alliance's cannons weren't to be trifled with.
In one morning, they had advanced nearly twenty kilometers. It was more like an armed parade than a march.
Kargath became even more agitated.
Right at this moment, a muffled sound of thunder came from the distant sky.
Human cannons!?
"Get down!" Kargath shouted almost immediately.
When being bombarded, quickly get down, or else there would be a higher chance of being hit by the shrapnel and reaping your life. This was common knowledge in the Alliance Army, and many orcs in the new tribe of Azeroth knew about it.
The problem was that these blockheads in Draenor didn't understand at all!
Moreover, after drinking the Evil Demon's blood, his intelligence began to break through the lower limit.
Lie down?
What do you mean lie down?
That cowardly Warlord of his couldn't be scared, right?
"Hahaha!"
Not only the Fel Orcs in the distance, but even Kargath's personal guards were loudly mocking Kargath.
This was the inherent thinking of the Orcs, who were behind the times. Before they saw real technology and schemes, they didn't know what was scary.
Perhaps they were not intelligent enough to understand this.
In any case, there was only one word in their dictionary — reckless!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Black Pearl.
Duque, hoof Imriel, and Bu Laing looked into the distance together.
Sitting on this flying warship that could barely be dismantled and transported over through the Dark Portal, and then reassembled into the largest flying warship, the stability was greatly improved.
If it was any other ship, Duque was afraid that his hoof would vomit, and he would kneel before seeing what he wanted her to see.
"Hey hey! Mark! Didn't you say you wanted me to see something new? Firing cannons again, what's the point? Come to think of it, I've been burying stakes so much that I want to vomit. " Imriel swayed the little tail on her butt. For some reason, Duque had the urge to play with the tail.
Of course, he resisted. This was a taboo for the Draenei, especially the females.
In response to Imriel's ridicule, Duque smiled.
At this point in time, Imriel was still very inexperienced. She was practically a newbie who hadn't even left the beginner's village. Throwing her to the frontlines to fight with the Orcs, even if Duque was willing, Valen would feel the pinch.
He might as well send her to bury the magic net node pillars.
The elements in the Outland were too chaotic, and it was not easy to maintain the orderly circulation of the elements. Before connecting with Shattrath City, if the magic net in Azeroth was the gigabit fiber broadband before transmigration, then in the Outland, it was the pitiful old 256k dial-up water pipe.
How could it not be widened?
And not having enough nodes meant that there was not enough WiFi. Not having enough transmission distance meant that Mark Dooku's movement area was restricted. This was unforgivable!
The reinforcement of the network these days was not only to increase the magic net's capacity, but also to replace that damned 100 megabit router with a gigabit class enterprise router.
Of course, the most important thing was that Duque had finally found a new source of magic for the magic net. That's right, it was that Naru from Shattrath City!
It was impossible for Duque to learn from a certain fellow and treat the Naru as a simple little sun, a magic juicer. But where there was a Naru, the weather was generally good, and the elements were orderly and peaceful. After obtaining Valen's consent, Duque got Solarian to set up a new elemental absorption spell formation in Shattrath City, absorbing the four major elements around Shattrath City into the magic net.
It was no exaggeration to say that with the magic support of Shattrath City, Mark Dooku's current strength was more than twice as strong as when he first entered the Outland. He was a hundred percent a Radiant Moon Archmage (puppet)!
Speaking of which, the hoof had done so much work, and Duque was also happy to tease this amusing hoof.
He raised his hand and pointed into the distance. "Look — the plane —"
"Fly … plane?"
Duque blushed. "Uh, a slip of the tongue. Look at that mass of dark clouds!"
If Duque had not mentioned it, not many people would have known what the volley of cannons was for.
A large mass of dark clouds gathered above the muddy ground of Dark Swamp Lake at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, accompanied by a golden bolt of lightning, heavy rain came pouring down. In a few breaths, the originally soft ground had turned into mud.
"This is …"
Duque waved his hand in a cool manner, like a conductor waving his right hand in a beautiful arc. "I call this — artificial rain!"
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