In Stormwind Port, separated by a city wall, tens of thousands of Stormwind Kingdom's elite soldiers witnessed the last scene of their beloved city.
Flames rose from the ground and soared into the sky. The flames could be clearly seen from dozens of kilometers away. The fire lit up the entire night sky.
Perhaps, from today onwards, Stormwind City would be known as Flame City.
"This is …" Laing couldn't help but ask as he watched Duque return under the escort of Lothar and his elite soldiers.
This was definitely not something that could be achieved by ordinary arson. If he had to use a word to describe it, it would be purgatory.
Duque wiped the sweat off his forehead with the towel that Windsor handed him.
"This is the magical defense system that Medivh left behind. His original plan was to set up a magical formation similar to the Firewall Spell in every canal. This was to prevent enemies from invading and destroying all the streets at once. But I changed it a little. "
"Changed?" Of course, Laing knew about the division of the different districts. Why were there canals and walls separating the districts of Stormwind City? It was so that they could resist. In fact, there were secret tunnels between the districts so that even if parts of the districts were conquered, they could still use the secret tunnels to take back territory.
"Yes, I ordered the suicide squad to set the entire city on fire and block the streets to drive all the orcs into the rivers. Then …"
Duque didn't finish his sentence. Everyone present was smart. They immediately realized that this was a chain reaction.
By driving the orcs away, they would gather them together and then exploit the enemy's psychological blind spots to turn the safest place into a real death zone.
No one would have thought that the canals that could avoid being burned to death were the real killer moves.
Suddenly, everyone felt lucky that Duque was one of them.
Killing the great chief of the Horde and burning a hundred thousand of the Horde's soldiers with a fire. This glorious achievement easily made the soldiers cheer.
The cheers didn't last long. It was simple. Everyone's heart was still heavy.
Tens of thousands of soldiers gathered at the Stormwind Port. The huge square of the port became extremely crowded because there were as many as fifty thousand people. In order to avoid being outflanked by the Horde, the Goblins had detonated the explosives on the cliff closest to Storm Harbor. However, once the fire was extinguished, if the Horde attacked again, these fifty thousand people would have nowhere to run.
These were not ordinary recruits. Perhaps many of them were from the militia or local garrisons. The real regular army only made up about 60% of them. But they had one thing in common — these 50,000 people were all veterans who had experienced more than one war with the Orcs. It was not an exaggeration to say that these 50,000 people were the essence of Stormwind.
If these 50,000 people could evacuate safely, Lothar was confident that he could train an army of 200,000 people within a year with these 50,000 people as seeds.
If all fifty thousand people died here …
Lothar was right to be worried. In history, Lothar fled in panic with only the queen and Prince Wrynn, an orphan and a widow, and thousands of soldiers. As a result, they were under the control of other human kingdoms.
But tonight, the so-called history had changed beyond recognition.
Lothar combed his sweaty hair and patted Duque on the shoulder. "Alright! Now it's time for you to perform. "
The fifty thousand soldiers silently parted to the left and right like the tide, each of them in awe.
The person who strode in front of them was the hero Duque.
Many people felt that this excessively young man was a mystery. In just a year, he had risen rapidly and become an important minister in the kingdom. Not only did he have powerful magic power, unparalleled courage, and the wisdom of a top tactician.
From taking in the Murloc Naga to expand the Pearl Sea Route for Stormwind City, to raiding Karazhan and killing Sargeras, to setting fire to the Horde's army, and finally to burning the city.
The name Duke Marcus had become a legend.
Now, everyone was shocked when they thought that they were about to become a part of this unfinished legend.
No one knew what Duque was going to do next, but everyone felt that Duque could do it.
This was the sense of trust that was based on actual achievements.
Duque had proven himself time and time again. Now, it was just another step in Duque's legend to climb to new heights.
Under thousands of gazes, Duque walked onto the dock and towards the dark sea.
On the sea, the wind was strong and the waves were strong. The only thing that could be confirmed was that there were no ships on the sea, not even a sampan.
Duque had personally promised every high-ranking official of Stormwind City that he would evacuate these fifty thousand soldiers safely. How would he evacuate?
"Is Great Wizard Duque going to open the portal?" a knight with some knowledge asked his colleague in a low voice.
"Impossible! I've seen the wizard's portal. I heard that it's very unstable, and even the sky wizards can't teleport more than ten people at once, "another knight replied.
"It's not a portal." This time, it was General Tom Simoes who spoke. "Even the Dark Portal that attracted the orcs this time can't teleport more than 500 people at once. Not to mention fifty thousand people. "
Unknowingly, Duque had already walked to the end of the dock.
"Ah!" Amidst many people's exclamations, Duque seemed to have lost his footing and fallen into the sea from the stone dock.
But the next step, Duque stepped on solid ground.
Ice!
It was actually ice!
Incomparably cold air instantly spread from under Duque's feet, and in the blink of an eye, a large area was frozen. The huge waves that were rushing towards him froze in front of Duque. The surging seawater lost all its momentum, and quietly and obediently crawled in front of Duque — in a frozen state.
The large area of the sea opposite the dock was completely frozen by Duque's cold air.
[Rapid Avalanche]?
No, this was no longer just a simple [Rapid Avalanche].
The ice shield on Duque's body expanded almost endlessly, and all the seawater that entered the cold shield was instantly frozen. At the same time, the ice tornado that kept spinning in the shield was like a grinder, grinding away all the ice spikes and icicles that were higher than the horizon.
The crackling sound of ice shards grinding against each other could be heard continuously.
As Duque walked out step by step, a huge floating ice that was getting bigger and bigger appeared in the sight of the fifty thousand soldiers.
It was … a huge floating ice that was like an iceberg.
The side of the dock was rectangular, and the floating ice near this side was at least three hundred meters wide. And as Duque walked out step by step, the surface area of this huge floating ice continued to expand.
From afar, it looked like an incomparably huge ice ship.
What three-masted sailboats or five-masted sailboats? In front of this gigantic floating ice ship, they were simply too weak.
Even the aircraft carrier that Duque had before he transmigrated was just a tiny dot in front of this huge ice ship.
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