Was Stormwind going to be destroyed?
This was what every citizen of Stormwind had been discussing in private for the past few months.
The Orcs were too terrifying. Every survivor of the orcs was telling their fears to others.
If it wasn't for King Laing, clad in dazzling golden armor, patrolling the walls of Stormwind three times a day, perhaps this unease would have spread endlessly.
Laing Wrynn, Anduin Lothar, and Bolvar Fordragon. The three of them had become the backbone of the people's hearts at some point. Looking at the walls that were getting thicker and taller, looking at the huge archer towers and catapults that were growing a story higher every day, the people's hearts were finally a little comforted.
Standing on the outer wall of Stormwind and looking at the dense forest in the distance for a while, Laing retracted his gaze. The original outer wall of Stormwind had been modified beyond recognition.
After the outer wall was almost doubled in thickness with that magical 'cement', the height of the wall had also increased by half. Not only that, there were two more walls outside the outer wall, and two huge hunting spaces between the walls. According to the blueprint, this was called 'Barbican'.
The three walls were connected by a relatively narrow passageway. At the crucial point, there was only a large iron plate. Next to the iron plate was a bolt, which was attached to a small passageway. As long as a soldier pulled out the bolt, or someone on the wall pulled out the iron chain connecting the bolt, the iron plate would fall.
Not only that, but the newly built walls were also different from the traditional ones. From the outside, there were many enigmatic diamond-shaped structures.
Whether it was Lothar or Bolvar, all the officers who had been to the frontlines had said that this structure was very good. It could effectively defend against the crude but powerful catapults of the orcs.
Behind the three outer walls was a huge hexagonal archer tower that rose from the ground. The pointed side of the archer tower pointed outwards, and the higher the tower, the narrower it became. If it wasn't for the invention of a technique called 'reverse mold', this would have been an inconceivable thing.
Other than the archer tower, there were even larger turrets that could hold several ballistae or a large catapult.
Just the sight of so many war machines was enough to make one's hair stand on end. And all of this was done after the Beastmen invaded the Elven Forest.
"Edwin, are these all Duque's blueprints?" Laing was very satisfied, but he still had some doubts as he asked the young man beside him.
Edwin Van Cleef, 28, Senior Foreman of the Brotherhood of Masons. However, he was now employed by Duque to serve the King as a project supervisor sent by Duque.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Right now, Van Cleef was far from the evil leader of the Faction of Evil who was slandered by a despicable black dragon, persecuted by the nobles of Stormwind City, and rose up in revolt to form the 'Defias Brotherhood' to occupy the Moon Creek Town in the Western Wilderness, turning the mines there into Death Mines, attacking any Stormwind citizens and resisting the regime of Stormwind City.
Edwin van Cleef was at his most hot-blooded and righteous age.
He was flattered when Makarov came to him with Duque's orders.
Makarov was Sea King Duque's' butler '!
Duke Marcus — the kingdom's brightest star, a rapidly rising business magnate, a rising star in the world of magic, and the master of a new faction in Stormwind.
And he was just a craftsman who was looked down upon by the upper class.
He did not expect that Duque's representative, Makarov, would come to him personally. When Makarov explained the purpose of his visit, saying that Duque wished to take him in as a direct follower, he did not hesitate to accept Duque's invitation.
Even though he never had the chance to meet his master, what happened afterwards further strengthened Edwin's loyalty.
Duque wanted him to build a large number of fortresses for the kingdom to slow down the advance of the Orc army. He also wanted to modify Stormwind City's defense system.
The pay was ample. Duque paid for all the wages in advance: gold coins, high-quality white bread, or delicious fish. When these choices were placed in front of Van Cleef, he almost cried on the spot. Due to the influx of refugees in Stormwind, the supply of daily necessities had become difficult, and these three items were urgently needed by the impoverished Mason Brotherhood.
Coupled with the national crisis, the craftsmen burst forth with 200% enthusiasm, almost forgetting themselves as they worked. Countless people fainted on the construction site, but not a single one of them complained.
Duque also fulfilled his promise, sending out ships to send off the families of the craftsmen. Generally speaking, the earliest batch to leave was a treatment that only the nobles could enjoy.
After sending off his beloved daughter, Vanessa, Edwin became even more loyal to Duque.
King Laing did not know about these small matters, but he was pleased to see Edwin's fanatical loyalty. He patted Edwin's shoulder, "You did well. The outer wall is done, go work on the inner wall. The Orcs are coming soon, and the next step is the Warrior's domain. "
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Not long after, a gust of wind with a fishy stench suddenly surged out of the forest. The turbulent air swirled, carrying sand and weeds into the air. They gathered together to form a huge gust of wind.
The gust passed through the flat forest and rushed towards the outer wall of Stormwind, blowing up leaves and sand so hard that the warriors could not even lift their heads.
At this moment, everyone could not help but shield their eyes with their hands. They let their hair sway in the gap between their helmets and heads, and were shocked to see the green that appeared in the forest with the gust of wind.
The surging green brought with it the sound of thunderous footsteps. Countless different kinds of green filled the entire forest. It was like an army of ants that covered the mountains and plains. They converged into a river, and the river then turned into an ocean, pouring out of the forest.
The thick green tide rolled endlessly, and the Orcs squeezed out of every crevice in the forest like a frenzied tide. Every nook and cranny of the forest began to surge, and an ominous green color was reflected in the eyes of every soldier.
What followed was the sound of war drums and bugles that sounded like rolling thunder.
For the sake of battle, all the trees within a kilometer of the city wall had been cut down.
But the green tide of Orcs had squeezed a full 800 meters of open space in their field of vision.
In front of them was a tall green-skinned Orc, carrying two huge beast skeletons on his shoulders. He was riding on a warg, which was the largest among all the other wargs. This warg was even more majestic than the largest bull humans had ever seen.
The warg raised half of its body and howled at the sky, its pure black mane spreading in the wind. It looked fierce and awe-inspiring.
"Awooo —"
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