What kind of joke was this?!
A sixteen-year-old Morning Star Wizard?
Just the abundant and terrifying undulations alone were enough to kill most Morning Star Wizards in an instant.
Duque was only a first rank Morning Star Wizard!
That was not to mention that Duque was a Super Pharaoh who specialized in fire, ice, and arcane magic!
Only an idiot would not cling to such an exaggerated golden thigh.
The few fellows who had been the most rowdy ran to Illucia, begging for the forgiveness of the noble lady of the Barov Family. As long as she did not tell on them, everything would be fine.
No matter how good-tempered Illucia was, she was not a pushover. She bore the resentful gazes of those fellows and truthfully told Duque everything that had happened in the past two months.
Duque used his Medivh's moral integrity to activate [Hypocrisy] and said, "Oh, it's alright. This is human nature. It's my fault. My mistake has delayed everyone's studies. I will try my best to make it up to everyone. If everyone feels that it is unreasonable, I am willing to cancel the contract. Don't worry, there will be sufficient compensation. "
Of course, it was a different matter in his heart. You dare look down on me for causing trouble? Don't leave if you dare. I promise to send you to the 'safest' place on the battlefield.
Those fellows were just saying it with their mouths.
They did not leave before, and they would not leave now.
If they had no confidence in Duque, they would not have chosen to come. Those who came were poor acolytes or beginner Wizards who did not have enough funds.
As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. As long as the towering tree that was Duque did not fall, no one would be able to cause any trouble. Moreover, Duque had not fallen, but had become even more imposing and exaggerated.
After Duque gave a few lectures and privately guided a few official Wizards, all their resentment disappeared.
With the arrival of spring, the great war was about to begin.
The orcs who had been dormant for an entire winter did not weaken their fighting spirit. On the contrary, their fighting spirit was even more vigorous.
Glory and land were what the tribes desired.
The orcs were never satisfied with these two things.
After receiving reports from the spies and the dwarves from Ironforge, the entire Alliance went into a state of alert. That was because the Beastmen who were migrating south during the winter were gradually moving towards the wetlands. The Orc labourers who had not left during the winter had begun to build ships again.
In the capital of the Rotterdam Kingdom, Lothar presided over the first high-level meeting of the Alliance of Darkness in two years. The number of participants was very high, and the kings of the various kingdoms were all present. Taking advantage of the fact that the Orcs' ships had not sealed off the sea, the Dwarf Prince Magni Bronzebeard once again came to the Rotterdam Kingdom.
Thanks to the reduced activity of the Beastmen during the winter, Duque used his own fleet to transport many batches of supplies to the Iron Furnace Castle. The Bronze Bearded Dwarves of Iron Furnace Castle had a much better life.
The Dwarves' underground warfare wasn't something that the other tall races could handle, so there was no point in sending reinforcements. Duque's act of tightening his belt and providing medicine and food warmed the Dwarves' hearts even more.
So when he came to Magni Lordaeron and saw Duque, he used the most direct way to express his enthusiasm. He used his dwarven strength to bend Duque's waist, and gave Duque a bear hug.
"Ugh, Magni, that's enough! I can't breathe! "Duque rolled his eyes, almost foaming at the mouth.
"Hahaha! Thank you, Duque. You really are the dwarves' best friend. I can't wait for the day you lead the army to counterattack the Orcs. "
"If we're lucky, we can counterattack this year. But this depends on whether the heavens are looking out for us, "Duque consoled.
Magni automatically filtered out the rest. "Alright, I'll tell them to hold on for another half a year."
"What the hell, I said is …"
Magni blinked and showed a cunning side. "My people are in the most difficult situation. They need hope. If that doesn't work, you can send a few thousand soldiers to Iron Furnace Castle next winter. They'll still be 'there'. "
What the f * ck, this works!?
You're really a Dwarf. Are you sure you're not a goblin in dwarf skin?
Duque wanted to roll his eyes this time.
In return for the Alliance's support for Iron Furnace Castle, Magni and Duque's fleet brought a large batch of long warhammers and axes forged by the Dwarves in winter. There was no choice. Dwarves just didn't like to use swords. Rather than having dwarven craftsmen forge longswords, it was better to make what they were best at.
Dwarven two-handed warhammers and axes were one-handed versions for humans anyway. If they were made longer and slightly balanced, they would be the best weapons in the human world.
That was a total of thirty thousand Dwarven weapons!
All the kings were jealous of the dwarves' man-made weapons, but Magni was stubborn and didn't buy it. The food and medicine were split evenly between Duque, so he only gave it to Duque. Duque had the final say on how it was divided.
Du Ke was also very generous, he would not take it all for himself. After wrangling with the other kings, regardless of the country's strength, the principle was that whoever contributed the most troops, money, and manpower would get the biggest share.
Naturally, King Terenas received the biggest piece of cake. McGraney and General Abbendis's Blood Cross Army's elite team had all changed their equipment, and everyone else was envious of them.
After the rare benefit, the military conference hall became like a market again because of the Orcs' movements.
"We! We must also build a line of defense on the South Stream Coast! We want your 'cement', a lot of it! "King Zeon roared.
After the defense line at Hillsbrad Hills was built like an iron bucket by Duque, the most excited person was King Zeon of Gilness. In theory, if the Horde didn't attack Southshore, the closest place to land was the South Stream Coast on the southwest side of the Northern Continent, which was in front of Gilness.
He emphasized this more than ten times in an hour.
In the harsh winter, it was impossible for the craftsmen to work when the sky was full of snow. After spring, to build a line of defense in the shortest time possible, cement was a must.
"Don't worry, Zeon. If a Horde without warships dares to go that far to Gilness, Kurtiras' fleet will bleed them dry," King Dellin comforted him.
"For the sake of the Holy Light, can't you be a little nervous? If those crazy green-skinned creatures can make two-headed ogres and move Undead Knights, why can't they make warships or flying Demon Legions? "Zeon was too excited. His thick red neck looked like two dicks had been inserted into it.
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