The sense of crisis in Duque's heart never disappeared. It was hard to describe what kind of situation Medivh was in.
When Medivh's mind was in control, he was a kind and wise person. He did his best to protect the few highest human leaders, and he believed that the interests of the kingdom would always be above everything else.
For so many years, he guarded the World of Azeroth, and defeated the fierce attacks of invaders time and again. The people saw him as the indestructible guardian of Azeroth.
He treated all races equally, without the slightest bit of prejudice. When he heard the legends and customs of a certain race, no matter which race the speaker was from, he would sincerely respect them and show the same strong interest in these legends and cultures from different regions.
However, once Sargeras gained the upper hand, Medivh's personality would change drastically.
'He' would become gloomy and unsociable, almost unable to recognise his closest friends, and completely indifferent to strangers.
'He' was secretive, and would often suddenly go on long journeys alone.
When there was no one around, the Medivh controlled by Sargeras wouldn't hesitate to use spells to chase away the visitors who disturbed him, or just kill them.
But for 'his' plan, the transcendent guardian of Azeroth was a very important cover. So in public, 'he' was careful enough not to easily expose Sargeras's true personality.
Under Sargeras's influence, Medivh began to secretly study all kinds of evil magic and witchcraft, and built an identical underground tower under Karazhan as a place for him to carry out dark rituals.
All of these were things that Duke had no way of knowing.
He could only do it in his own domain.
He himself was attacking the Sky Wizard. As for his three loyal subordinates, they were methodically preparing for war according to his instructions.
Makarov almost became Duque's representative to the outside world. He was given a lot of authority to transfer gold coins, and the donations to the Stormwind Navy were almost all decided by Makarov alone.
Windsor helped Duque train the sailors, and throwing javelins and operating ballistae became compulsory lessons for the sailors. On the water beside the main channel of Storm Port, there were apprentice sailors sitting on small sampans all day long, practicing throwing javelins at target ships filled with straw.
According to Duke's standards, one had to be able to hit 80% on a human-shaped target at a distance of 30 meters in order to be hired as an official sailor of the whaling team.
As for the ballistae, they had to hit the sampans of target ships from 100 meters away to be considered qualified.
This was undoubtedly a demanding requirement for the fishermen's children who had never come into contact with this field. But the high salary attracted them to join Duke's whaling fleet, no matter how hard they tried.
Sea King Duque had a good reputation. Duke ordered that the parts of the whale that did not taste good be marinated with ginger and other spices, and then sold to the commoners at a low price. That low price made most of the poor people who could only eat black bread able to afford whale meat.
Whale meat, which wasn't too fishy, became one of the main sources of food for the poor in Storm City.
Improving their meals was originally something that the poor could only dream of, but this in turn stimulated even more commoners to join Duke's whaling fleet.
With the support of sufficient funds, Storm City, which never lacked labor, launched three major projects at the same time.
The first was to build a huge stone dock. The dock was 30 meters wide, and the farthest end was 100 meters long. The overall shape was similar to a huge 'king' character. There were five such docks, which could accommodate more than 60 medium-sized ships at the same time.
The second was the expansion of Storm City's military port. In consideration of the invasion of foreign enemies, the military port was built as a safe haven, with two huge sluices at the outermost ring.
The third was the shipyard. The huge shipyard could build three large ships of nearly 50 meters at the same time.
Of the three projects, the dock was the fastest to be completed.
Originally, dumping stones into the sea, driving piles, and fixing the foundation of the dock were extremely time-consuming and laborious. However, a miracle happened. Every evening, when the workers finished their work, the next morning, they would find that the piles had been firmly driven into the stone seabed at the bottom of the beach.
There were even people who wandered around at night who reported to the city guards that there seemed to be large creatures appearing in the water at night in Storm Port.
However, the guards did not receive a single report of casualties.
Once, a drunkard lost his footing and fell into the sea in the middle of the night. As a result, he was sent to the beach when the tide was low. Well, it was the kind of creature that suddenly flew out of the sea, drew a parabola in the air, and then landed on the beach where there were people on the beach.
The two old sailors looked like they had seen a ghost. Then, Windsor went to advise them, and even avoided reporting to the city guards.
However, Lothar still summoned Duque once because of this.
"Storm City has never rejected friendly foreigners. Mr. Duke Marcus, are you sure you don't need to add some Naga names to your employee list?"
"Sir, I don't think that's necessary for the time being." Duque replied humbly.
"Actually, I have a hunch that you want more than money and reputation." Lothar said calmly.
"What I want will not harm the interests of Storm City. On the contrary, we should be one. Time will prove everything. "Duque still replied calmly.
Lothar sighed. "Well, it seems that you have a unique view on maritime affairs. You are much more proficient than a non-swimmer like me. The plan of the port that you submitted, all of my captains think that it is perfect. As for the design of the civil port, I will leave it to you. We are also willing to listen to your opinions on the military port. "
Just like that, as the designer of the new Storm Port, Duque was given more autonomy.
First, Duque set a direction for the entire port, be it people or goods, to move clockwise. This would avoid chaos, and it would be the same if the time came.
Between the military port and the civil port, Duque thoughtfully suggested to build a moat to separate the civil port for the sake of militarization and confidentiality. In addition, a large number of antlers and tall walls should be built.
To the south of the military port was the civil port. All the warehouses were set between the military port and the civil port. Intentionally or unintentionally, Duque left a huge passage between the gates of Storm City and the port that could allow a hundred people to walk side by side at the same time.
Next to the warehouses was a 50-meter isolation belt, and then the city walls of Storm City. Inside the city walls was the newly built fish market.
After all this was done, three months had passed.
Suddenly, a new piece of news came. At the upcoming New Year's banquet, Medivh, who had suddenly returned, would attend.
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