"Heavens, how much magic does Duque have?" Even though Duque had told him earlier, Laing was still in disbelief.
Beside Laing, the last Morning Star court mage heaved a long sigh, "Your Majesty, if it were me, I might only be able to support half the area."
Laing, Andoine and Bolvar were visibly moved.
Did this mean that Duque's magic far surpassed the standard of an average Morning Star Mage?
On the shore, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Looking at this huge piece of floating ice, everyone knew that this was the ark that would take them away.
However, what if they stood on it for too long? Would they freeze to death?
It was summer, and while it was great to play with the ice, the cold air it emitted made people cower.
"Everyone, move aside." Windsor was already instructing Duque's private soldiers to work.
A large number of people swarmed forward, spreading the large amount of hay that had been piled on the pier onto the ice. Not only did the hay block the cold air, it also prevented people from slipping on it. Apart from the hay, there was even a fence to prevent people from slipping out …
The elite soldiers of the Storm Kingdom were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.
Was this even possible?
Ugh, it was indeed impressive and magical!
Duque walked more than five hundred meters, and after extending the ice to six hundred meters, he stopped. Looking at the pile of incomparably dim magical gems in his hands that had lost their magical glow, Duque could not help but laugh bitterly. If any of these high-grade magical gems were to flow out, it would attract the Dalajan's Pharaoh, who were usually high and mighty, to come running over and snatch them like dogs.
Any two of them could buy the loyalty of a Sky Mage.
If the magical gems used tonight were used to bribe people, this would be the price of a Morning Star Mage. Yes, Kel 'Thuzad, who would become a Great Lich in the future and rely on the Filthy Demon King, was at this level.
However, they had all been used by Duque to toy with.
Duque did not feel that it was a pity. Human lives could never be measured with money. Leaving behind 50,000 elites was enough to have a major impact on the entire situation.
"Old Mai, you've worked hard to protect Stormwind all your life. Now that I've used your fortune to save so many people, you should thank me properly. "
Of course, Duque didn't have that much mana, but after he used up the mana gems that Medivh had left in Karazhan, he managed to accomplish this miracle.
In order to prevent the ice from cracking, Duque used his unparalleled magic control to separate the ice into three layers. The top layer carried passengers, while the middle and lower layers were used to support the passengers.
Finally stopping, Duque waved from afar and shouted, "Everyone, come up."
In the hazy night, the light blue light flickered, contrasting with the blood and flames that dyed Stormwind City red, forming a very magical, very unique and strange landscape.
The cold air began to condense, and the light reflected from the surface of the ice formed an illusory scene — the magical beauty of the huge ice ship made everyone forget the sense of loss of the capital for a moment, and put their minds into this surreal dream.
The 50,000 troops, under the command of various commanders, walked along the dock and boarded the ice ship in an orderly manner.
The air rippled with the sound of whispers.
Of course, the biggest topic of discussion was how they were going to move the huge ice ship.
"Is Duque going to create a few giant sails out of thin air? How is he going to control it? "Laing asked Andoine softly.
"How would I know?" Lothar rolled his eyes.
Back then, Duque had suggested using the ice ship to transport the soldiers away during the secret discussion, which sounded very noble. But in reality, when it came down to it, no one had ever studied how to move such a huge ice ship.
The senior executives only knew that without the last 50,000 elite troops, they wouldn't even be able to stall for time. If Duque could save all of them, it would be a waste of time. Even if the Orc army was burned to ashes, Clayon and the others thought that they would just have to make a few more trips to transport as many as they could.
They agreed to Duque's plan purely because there was no better way.
Out of trust in Duque, no one asked carefully about the details.
Then, they ushered in the moment of a miracle.
Duque took out a peculiar conch that was engraved with runes and blew into it.
More than 10 seconds later, thousands of bubbles appeared on the surface of the sea.
A group of something was emerging from the bottom of the sea.
Even though everyone was mentally prepared, they were relieved when they saw the hilarious and huge eyeballs.
Murlocs!
Thousands of Murlocs.
They floated up from the bottom of the sea in a disorderly manner. Some places were simply crowded with Murlocs, and there was no fear of falling into the sea at all. Some places were tens of square meters, and there was not a single Murloc.
The Naga arrived.
The burly male Naga carried large bundles of ropes on his shoulders and quickly climbed onto the ice.
The ropes were tied with sharp grappling hooks. The male Naga chiseled these grappling hooks down and fixed them on the ice.
At this time, the Naga priestess, Vara, came. She still crossed her four crystal arms and bowed, but this time her head was lower.
"Great Master, Vara Furlin Elvis is at your command."
Duque waved his hand, "Let's go!"
The male Naga held a giant hammer and smashed it hard at the connection between the dock and the ice ship. Not long after, there was a loud clatter, and the last connection between the ice ship and the land was separated.
Vara's two right arms pointed to the dark distance and made a sharp and majestic voice, "Gaolalaladuoh … (You lowly murlocs, for the great Lord of the Ocean, get more people – pull the ship)!"
Like a tug-of-war, nearly a hundred murlocs pulled a rope and pulled with all their might. Thousands of splashes suddenly rose on the surface of the sea.
At first, it was very slow, but it finally began to feel like it was moving.
In the distance, in the darkness of the night, the blurry mountains and the torch-like Stormwind City seemed to have moved.
Everyone knew that it was not Stormwind City or Stormwind Port that moved, but the ice ship under their feet.
The soldiers, who were still in shock, finally reacted.
"Woo woo woo!" The veterans cried. Some of them had lived in Stormwind City since they were born. Not only them, but their fathers, grandfathers, and many generations of ancestors had all lived in Stormwind City.
Now, even if it was a glorious retreat, they still could not suppress the disappointment in their hearts.
Before, their lives were uncertain, but now that they were finally sure that they were safe, they finally did not need to control their feelings.
"Woo woo woo —" Wails sounded in the team.
Under the siege of hundreds of thousands of ferocious Orcs that could fight ten against one, heavily injuring the enemy and then retreating. This was a myth for the soldiers of Stormwind City, but for the militia, garrison, and even civilians who were not soldiers not long ago, it was a fairy tale — a magical fairy tale!
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