Southshore was a small port town. Its size could not compare to any other port on the continent. Needless to say, Booty Bay or the deep-water harbors of the future, such as Storm Port and Menethil Port.
However, with Duque's help, it became the busiest port in the entire Northern Continent after the refugees arrived at Stormwind City.
At first, there was only a small wooden pier, but now there was a huge stone pier.
It was no longer a place for civilian fishing boats, but a port for both commercial and military purposes.
Southshore went from dark at night to a place where it was unsuitable to go out to sea unless there was a storm. Every day, from dawn until the moon rose above the sea, there was no rest. Merchants shipped goods from various ports, not just from the Northern Continent. Under the temptation of money, the Goblins of Booty Bay risked their lives to deliver the goods that Duke ordered from them.
Tens of thousands of people worked day in and day out, not to accumulate wealth for this port, but for the survival of the hundreds of thousands of refugees, as well as for the upcoming battle.
Late at night, there was still an hour before the first rays of dawn appeared.
The sea on the other side of Southshore was calm and tranquil, and there were only sparkling waves on the pitch-black surface of the sea.
If the officers had not started the pre-battle mobilization, if the soldiers had not gone to bed early, been woken up early, put on their armor, and waited in the bunkers and trenches on the mountain, everyone would have thought that the battle that was about to happen was just an illusion that would never come.
Southshore's command center was brightly lit.
Most of the kings were not used to waking up in the middle of the night. For the older kings, Zeon, Terenas, and Eden, the impact was even more obvious. Most of them served refreshment drinks at hand.
Duque sat on the seat that originally belonged to Lothar. He was the commander of this battle.
Duque gently held his chin with his left hand, and spat out two words through gritted teeth, "Ring the bell!"
Windsor was a very responsible soldier, and he would not miss Duque's order. He waved his hand and shouted, "The enemy is here. Enter the first phase! "
The clear and sharp bell rang next to the command center. Soon, the bell rang quickly, and more and more bell rings echoed around the entire Southshore like echoes. The two hills on the east and west sides of Southshore were in an uproar. It was as if the hills were the legendary guardians of the Shadow Elves, the Mountain Giants.
The faint shouts of officers could be heard in the wind. They seemed to be scolding the soldiers who dared to doze off.
"Flare!" Duque was a man of few words.
The order was quickly passed down, and soon, a cannon sounded from the eastern hill of Southshore. A dazzling red ball of light was shot into the air.
It was only then that the leaders of the Alliance who were holding binoculars saw that countless small black shadows had appeared on the surface of the dark sea in the distance.
It was much smaller than the warships they were used to seeing at the Southshore port.
Compared to them, these small transport ships were like a bunch of leaves scattered on the water.
However, these shadows that resembled leaves rapidly grew larger in everyone's field of vision. In just a moment, the shape of a 'ship' appeared in their field of vision.
The mages on the two sides of the hills released a large number of [Illumination Spells]. Countless white balls of light began to rise tens of meters above the beach, illuminating the entire beach as if it was daytime.
The Horde's transport ships came. They did not slow down at all and crashed straight into the rocky eastern coast.
Even though they were thousands of meters away, the kings in the command center could see a terrifying tremor from the hull of the ship. In their trance, they could even feel the wooden bottom of the boat wailing, and the big iron nails on the deck struggling, making a sound that made their teeth ache as they escaped from the wood.
Countless black shadows emerged from the ship. With the help of the light, the human guards on the shore quickly saw their enemies — the Orc labors.
They did not wear armor and held the crudest mallets or primitive stone axes. Under the shouts of the few Orc warriors, they somewhat foolishly charged towards the hills not far from the shore.
"First Archer Team, fire at will! Second Archer Team, get ready. "
It was not worth it to use up the physical strength of the archers to deal with the enemy's cannon fodder. However, Highlord Mograine of Rotterdam knew that the main characters today would not be the archers of Rotterdam. And according to the unparalleled deputy commander, after the archers used up their physical strength, there would be at least three hours for them to rest and recover.
Just as Mograine glanced at the 'special seat' on the top of the hill, the sound of bowstrings vibrating could be heard.
The arrows were very accurate. Even if they could not hit the enemy's vital points, they would basically hit the enemy's body.
"Huh? Not bad. "Cirvanas, who was bored to death in the special seats, commented.
The 'not bad' that Queen Sylvanas mentioned was almost at the level of a Sharpshooter in the human world.
The shooting skills of the archers of the Rotterdam Kingdom were all accumulated through countless times of shooting practice. They had started training at the age of 18, and most of these archers had more than five years of training. The arrows that each of them had used up would probably be worth hundreds of Arathor gold coins.
After coming here, Mograine had been depressed for a long time when he found out that the arrows of ordinary archers were useless against the Orc Warriors. The more lethal javelins were the way to go. Luckily, Duque had informed him that the archers could still be used on the enemy's cannon fodder …
Regardless of whether this was recycling, at least the gold coins were used on the Orc labourers.
After a dozen breaths, the beach regained its peace. The labourers, who only had loud voices, were quickly shot by many arrows and died on the shore.
More and more transport ships came ashore.
The archers started to get busy. Their arms were sore from shooting continuously. Finally, the first batch of labourers started to fight their way to the front of the hill.
General Abbendis shouted, "Raise your spears, raise your shields, attack!"
In front of the bunker at the bottom of the hill, the soldiers were already ready. They formed a long line of defense. Perhaps this was not enough to defend against the huge number of Orc Warriors. However, if it was used to deal with the labourers, it would be more than enough to let the new soldiers see some blood.
Now, they waited and formed a sturdy shield wall with spears sticking out. There was no strategy to speak of. The scattered Orc labourers who were attacking fiercely crashed into the shield wall.
The shield wall was not damaged at all. Every labourer was stabbed to death.
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