Kaer Darrowshire, northeast of the Hillsbrad Hills.
The Barov Family's castle was located on a beautiful island surrounded by water. The beautiful Lake Darrowmir was the castle's most beautiful scenery, and also the best moat.
The southern side of the island was relatively flat, and this was where the essence of the Barov Family's industry was gathered.
Large blacksmiths were connected to each other, and thick chimneys were constantly emitting black smoke.
People came and went on the island, and the merchants' caravans were endless.
On the western side of the island, there was a large port that was clearly not for civilian use. Duque actually saw a small warship here, which was obviously used by the Barov Family to protect their home.
The island was not completely separated from the shore. There was a two-hundred-meter-long stone bridge that could accommodate four carriages side by side that connected the island to the shore. The lake was not deep, and the water was about two meters deep, allowing people to see the bottom through the clear water.
Of course, there were at least ten cannons on the fortress that protected the entire Barov Family's castle, and their muzzles were facing the shore. If someone really led an army to kill their way through the narrow mountain road, it would be a real live shooting practice. No one from the attacking army would be able to cross the bridge alive.
Duque stood on his horse on the shore.
If not for Duque's transmigration, this prosperous island would have become a deathly silent and terrifying place in a few decades. The entire Barov Family would have been destroyed, and this place would have been occupied by Kel 'Thuzad's Cursing Sect. It would have become a very famous place in the future — Scholomance.
Duque would never forget how he and his companions were wiped out time and time again in the game.
He could remember every single point after they were wiped out.
Duque suddenly sighed.
"Master, what's wrong?" Makarov asked Duque attentively.
"Nothing, it's just a little boring."
At this time, one of Duque's private soldiers rushed back.
"Report, there seems to be some trouble ahead."
Makarov suddenly frowned: "Didn't we already inform him that His Excellency would come to visit?"
"That's right, but a caravan suddenly overturned their carriage on the bridge, dumping a large amount of goods and attracting cattle, sheep, and animals. Now the only bridge to the island is blocked. The Barov family said they were very sorry and asked us to wait for a while, "the private soldier said.
Makarov's face was as dark as ink. "What about the ferry?"
"They were all sent out before we made the announcement."
What mistake? This was clearly a show of strength!
"Master, we …"
Duque didn't mind at all. Instead, he laughed. "Haha! Barov and his men really think we're beggars. "
"I'm going to blast those guys on the bridge." Makarov was furious. He waved his hand to summon his private soldiers, ready to rush over and push everything in their way into the water.
"No need." Duque pointed his horsewhip at the castle on the island. "I want to tell Barov that before I became a duke, I was first a powerful mage, and Stormwind is not dead. Pass the order, change the horseshoes. "
Horseshoes?
Horseshoes could protect the horse's hooves from cracking, but horseshoes were only used in a world of ice and snow.
Fortunately, the troops came along the edge of the snow-covered Alterac Mountains, so they were prepared for horseshoes.
It didn't take long for the horseshoes to be changed.
Meanwhile, in Barov's castle, Alex Barov received a report from his subordinates.
"They stopped?"
"Yes. They stopped before they even got close to the bridge. "
"Let's leave them hanging. I don't mean to humiliate them, but I don't want to see this young duke opening his mouth. In troubled times, food is very precious. "
At that moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door. It was another of Barov's personal attendants.
"Duke, they're here! Duke Marcus and his men are here! "
Barov frowned. His personal attendant rarely lost his composure. If it was a normal arrival, he wouldn't have made such a fuss and run over breathlessly. Moreover, Duque had used some kind of unexpected method to cross a hundred meters of water.
"They're here? How did they get here? "
"Ice! That Marcus froze the lake! "
Hearing his subordinate's report, Duke Barov quickly left the room and went to the other side of the castle, which was a terrace close to the bridge to the south.
He saw a scene that he would never forget.
Above his head, the warm sun.
In front of him, a kilometer of ice.
Darlong Mill Lake, which Kaer Darrow Castle relied on as a barrier, was completely frozen. A group of people galloped on the slippery ice, heading straight for the castle. The rumbling of the horses alarmed countless people who were working on the island.
Not far away, Duke Barov saw that his guard captain was stupefied. He clearly held the alarm bell in his hand, yet he didn't know whether to ring it. Or not to ring it?
Fortunately, at the last moment, the captain saw Duke Barov.
The duke heaved a long sigh and made a beckoning gesture.
The captain was relieved: "Open the gate! Welcome, distinguished guest. "
In fact, in order to pretend to be in a hurry, the gate was always open. However, having guards lined up to welcome him was completely different from not having guards lined up.
As if he was waiting for the guards to line up, the moment the Barov family's private army finished lining up and blew the welcome horn, Duke arrived.
Duque knocked on the horse's belly, and a tall, pure white steed galloped over the frozen lake.
At this moment, Duque did not look like a mortal at all against the backdrop of the falling snow.
He wore a white mage crown with purple patterns on the top and a white Stormwind robe with blue edges, fluttering in the wind. At his waist was a belt brimming with a baleful aura and exuding a mysterious blue arcane radiance. At his waist was a strange ornament faintly flickering with lightning, which was even more dazzling.
The pure white cloak he wore fluttered in the wind and snow, and the golden rune patterns embroidered on the cloak could be vaguely seen.
Although he looked like a gentle and elegant young man, he gave people the feeling that he was a god who walked out of the snowstorm.
Stepping on the ice, Duque's warhorse neighed even more.
However, this appearance startled Duke Barov, who came out to welcome him.
Next to him, Makarov grabbed the reins of his horse, jumped off lightly, and immediately announced: "Duke Duke Marcus, the court mage of Stormwind, the Duke of Karazhan, the destroyer of hundreds of thousands of orcs!"
Next to him, four carriages were lined up.
Duque's private army quickly opened the boxes in the carriages.
Two carriages of golden bars, and two carriages of frozen orc heads.
Duke Barov's eyelids twitched.
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