It was an autumn night at the end of November. Lying on a self-made beach chair, Duque looked up at the starry Azeroth sky and was speechless for a long time.
This was a starry sky that was completely different from Earth's. As a child in a big city, he had never seen such a beautiful starry sky. He remembered that even at night, the stars in the sky were mostly dim.
Stars of the zero class were the brightest, and stars of the sixth class and above were almost invisible to the naked eye.
In a city surrounded by exhaust gas and atmospheric pollutants, stars of at least the third class could be seen.
The starry sky of Azeroth was clean and clear. Although the constellations written by Earthlings based on Earth's position were completely useless here, the stars shone brightly here, and it was beautiful.
The stars twinkled. Some starlight went out, and some new stars lit up, like lights in the mortal world.
There was a small balcony on the roof of the wooden house that Duke had ordered people to build for him. There was only enough space for a single bed. This was originally Duke's private space, but unfortunately, half of it had been occupied by the Great Demon King.
At first, Aurelia only came to get ice for her feet, but later she became more casual.
In particular, the iced okra made by Duque with wasabi sauce became one of the Great Demon King's favorites.
"A strange and natural taste!" This was Aurelia's evaluation of the novel food of the transmigrator.
Aurelia looked up at the starry sky. Under the moonlight, her beautiful face seemed to sparkle. The brilliance of the stars and the moon outlined the charming arc of her face, shining on her ivory white skin, and finally, it seemed that all the starlight gathered into her emerald green eyes.
She looked at the starry sky, a little fascinated.
"Ah, it seems that it feels good to look at the starry sky from a place other than Cuel Salas," Aurelia exclaimed.
Although he wanted to complain that it was not the same starry sky, Duque finally changed his words. "Don't you need to go back in winter?"
Aurelia combed her bright blonde hair. "It's been thousands of years. I'm used to the scenery of my hometown. It's not bad to go out for a few years occasionally. Unless the Sun King or the parliament gives the order to give up the covenant with Thoradin The Great, I'll have to play outside for at least a few years. "
The elves, who possessed eternal lifespans … were truly indifferent to the concept of time. It was no wonder that they had always kept their distance from short-lived races.
However, if the general trend of history did not change, it would not be long before the elves lost their eternal lives.
Duque did not dare to guarantee anything.
The river of fate had long been shattered by Duque. Due to his interference in fate, if the First Orc War ended with the fall of Stormwind City, it would at least be in line with the historical ending. Now, in this World War II, Duque felt that he had lost most of his prophetic abilities.
Even though he had threatened the Barov Family that the Horde would land from the Hinterlands, the Barov Family did not believe him. In fact, it was almost impossible to do.
This meant that the tribe's transport fleet had to pass through the narrow strait between the northern and southern continents. After all, this strait was over a hundred meters high, and under Duke's strong suggestion, King Solas had already ordered the engineers of Fort Riptide to build a new batch of catapults along the cliffs on the north side of the strait.
The new militia would be in charge of monitoring the entire strait.
As long as the tribe's transport ships dared to pass, Duque was willing to bet that the entire tribe's fleet would sink in the strait, blocking the strait. The scene would be spectacular.
It was the same for the coast of the Hillsbrad Hills.
Previously, Duque was just bullying the enemy, but not now. Before the last bunch of ripe wheat was harvested in the Hillsbrad Hills, Duque had already mobilized the idle people of Stormwind City to start building forts along the entire coastline.
"The kingdom will not be able to recover in the next two to three years. In order to ensure the safety of our temporary residence, please do your best to help. "
The refugees still had lingering fears from the war less than a week ago. For safety, and for the extra food rationed in Duque's work-for-relief plan, the people sold their labor at a very low price.
Under the command of Naga, the murlocs were building wooden stakes in the shallow waters of the entire coast, greatly reducing the area that could be landed. Moreover, Duque's murlocs had begun to set up camp in the shallow waters of the western side of Tangarok.
After this winter, if the tribe dared to attack again, they would have to face a line of defense that was as hard as a meat grinder.
"Hey, which direction will the tribe attack from next?" Aurelia asked Duque.
"To be honest, I don't know. In principle, I have already blocked all three possible directions of attack."
"Oh?"
"Unless the tribe builds their ships from the Swamp of Sorrows in the southwest of the southern continent more than two thousand nautical miles away, as long as they set off from the wetlands opposite Southshore, they can either attack Southshore, cross the strait and Sador Bridge. The last route is to go west around the cape opposite Gilness, and then north to the Northstream Coast or the Southstream Coast. These three routes must be paved with the blood of the orcs. "
"Why can't they conquer the sea route more than two thousand nautical miles away?" Aurelia asked.
"Because …" Duque deliberately kept her in suspense. He took out a piece of okra from the ice bucket, dipped it in soy sauce and wasabi, and was about to put it in his mouth.
Who knew that Aurelia would come to snatch the okra.
Well, her cherry lips bit down on Duque's hand. Originally, Duque vowed to die rather than submit, but when the great demon king snatched the food, Mount Hyjal happened to swing in front of Duque's eyes unconsciously.
And then Mr. Okra died in battle.
Ugh, you have big breasts, you're ruthless!
Aurelia, the cute girl, did not seem to realize how lethal her action was to a little boy who was about to lose his Kirin arm. She even raised her nose proudly.
"Hehe! Because of what? "
"Because there's a giant whirlpool in the west of the Southern Continent. Not to mention the Orcs' ships, even the ships of Kul 'Tiras would have sunk. "Duke was a little stunned as he answered.
"Eh? Does that mean that the Horde can't even find a place to land? "
"If the Horde doesn't mind setting off from the Gulf of Paladin in the wetlands and being bled all the way to the Southstream Coast, they can still land. But how effective it will be is another matter. "
Duque had completely lost his "foresight" on how the Horde would land. In the original history, the Horde landed on a large scale and succeeded in one go. They mobilized Lothar's army in the Hillsbrad Hills. Lothar was forced to fight a field battle with the Horde.
The result was a draw. Orgrim led the Horde's army to the Hinterlands in the northeast, and then went all the way to the High Elves in the north.
Now … it was time to see what Orgrim would do.
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