"[Happy Flames]? What a strange name! "Hoof's tail swayed left and right as if she was in a dilemma.
"What? You don't like it? "Duque smiled but did not say anything. This name was actually the pen name of an author before he'd transmigrated. This guy's novels were good, but they were too slow.
Anyway, this guy had this thought when he'd chosen this pen name. Duque might as well put him on stage as a small souvenir.
On the other side, Hoof seemed to be trying to please Duque, but she still nodded. "Then, I'll use this name. [Happy Flames]. It felt like it matched my personality quite well. Even though I can accept those heavy things and know that sacrifices are inevitable in battle, I'm still willing to be a little more optimistic. "
"Mm, I'm already very happy just looking at you." Duque spoke the truth. Looking at such a straightforward girl, he felt much more at ease.
Keeping an eye on the Alliance's general situation every day, reading mountains and oceans of official documents, and balancing the interests of different nations and races as much as possible to resolve disputes. He was already tired enough.
It was also a very good psychological relief to have this happy person.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Hoof's face and neck instantly turned red, and her little tail swayed a lot more. She was clearly nervous.
"Uh, well, Duque! My tail hurt a little last time. Can you take a look at it tonight? "
As she spoke, her face had already turned red from her neck to the top of her breasts.
"Well, I have an appointment with Gerbin tonight to check on the latest weapon research. I might have to stay up all night!" Duque deliberately said that he was not free.
Almost at the same time, Duque saw Hoof's tail droop like rice under the scorching sun.
"Is that so … Then … Next time." As the leader of the Draenei, Hoof was also quite busy. Especially since the Draenei had only been in Azeroth for less than a year, there were too many construction projects and settlement issues that she had to follow up on.
Suddenly, she thought of something. "After the war, Professor Willen asked me to come here more often. He said that it would be of great help to the revival of the Draenei race. Although I don't quite understand why, I think I'll have the opportunity to come and find you often. "
Duque felt a sense of despair on the spot.
You're so dumb and adorable to this extent. Hoof, you're really amazing.
The Draenei wanted to build their main city, Exodar, because they lacked manpower, money, and resources.
Other than crying for supplies, what else could he be here for?
Damn it, you've been sold off by your own mentor, yet you're still helping him count the money.
At this moment, Duque was absolutely sure that Willen, that cunning old fox, had calculated this point. He sold the hoof to him, knowing that he wouldn't mistreat the hoof.
Duque immediately changed his mind. In any case, he would definitely suffer a loss.
Since he had already suffered a great loss, he might as well take it back. Oh, no, it should be a small psychological comfort for the time being.
Duque pretended to take out his schedule, and then crossed out the last few lines of the factory inspection schedule at the bottom.
"Okay, I'm finally free for the late night slot."
That night, Duque rubbed his tail all night, and while he was at it, he did some stabbing and whatnot.
Thanks to Duque's scheme to kill Nesario, the expected [Cataclysm], or rather [Earth Fission], did not come immediately after Northrend's crusade.
This allowed the Alliance and Horde to catch a rare breath.
With a stroke of his pen, Duque changed the post-war national plan to 30% military and 70% civilian. All the factories in the army cancelled the three-shift system and changed it to a two-shift system.
The surplus production capacity of the military factories was transferred to the shipbuilding industry.
There was one more thing that Duque was very strict about — hoarding a large amount of food, and still prohibiting large-scale brewing.
As a transmigrator, Duque naturally knew what the [Cataclysm]'s precursors were. Therefore, according to his memories from before he transmigrated, Duque planned to migrate the population of the areas that were very likely to be destroyed, and set up a large number of magic cannons in the major cities.
Strictly speaking, the [Cataclysm] was caused by the four major elements working together.
Duque, who had always been good at planning ahead, first cut off the orders for tanks and flying warships. Conventional cannons that used TNT explosives were not good for any of the four major elements.
At this point in time, Pharaoh was destined to enter the peak of his life.
Therefore, Duque stepped up the construction of the Magic Net, as well as the training of beginner mages.
It would take more than ten years to nurture a Radiant Moon Mage.
In the past, it was very difficult to nurture a magic apprentice into a qualified Earth Mage, because it required talent, comprehension, perseverance, and a lot of practice.
Now that the Magic Net existed, the requirements in this regard were greatly reduced.
As long as one had a bit of magic talent and could sense the elements, Duque could use the Magic Net to help them master basic magic in the shortest time possible.
This kind of simplification was almost as brainless as the legendary [One-Button Casting].
This caused a large number of traditional Mages to call this retrogression and degeneration.
But it was undeniable that the number of registered official Mages in the Alliance had directly exceeded fifty thousand.
This was a very exaggerated number. After all, before the first year of the Dark Portal, the entire Dalajan only had four official Mages.
Everything was like this. Only by increasing the base number could there be more room to choose the elites.
Another thing that made the Alliance's soldiers feel more at ease was that the four Guardians of Alkavon had brought their own underlings and were stationed in several major cities of the Alliance as guardians.
Iron Furnace had gained the favor of Rock Guardian Alkavon.
New Silverymoon was overseen by the Stormwarden Amarron.
Originally, Flame Guardian Coralon and Ice Guardian Turawan were willing to follow Duque to Karazhan.
Duque thought about it again and again and convinced the two Guardians to let Turawan go to Theramore and let Coralon guard Stormwind City.
In addition, after some communication with Odour and the other Guardians, Freya was a guest in Darnassus as a nature consultant. Mimiron, on the other hand, built a new workshop in Lordaeron to develop new military equipment. Hodir went to Exodar.
Duque did not hesitate to let all the large cities in the Alliance with a population of more than two hundred thousand people have at least one demigod guarding them for a long time.
It could be said that in this rare period of free time, although Duque had adjusted the Alliance's economy to be mainly civilian, in reality, this was another kind of armed to the teeth.
Interestingly, Duque waited for a long time, but the Cataclysm did not come. Instead, the birth of his two children finally came.
Yes, Aurelia and Sasha pestered Duque, asking Duque to input magical energy. Duque could not stand it and shamefully gave in.
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