The reason why conspiracies were terrifying was that they were hidden under all appearances.
The cheating behavior of a transmigrator knowing the plot was, in fact, an unreasonable act of penetrating the fog and reaching the essence.
Now, the only thing that Duque could not be sure of was another thing — why did the robbery team sent by Ner 'zhul succeed so easily and snatch the three artifacts? One of the most important reasons was that the Wings of Death, Nesario, had intervened.
With the help of the former Dragon Aspects, the Eye of the Dalajan, which was stored in the most tightly guarded treasure vault of the Dalajan, was no different from an exhibit in a glass window.
The problem was … Nesario had already been killed by Duque!
If the theft of the three artifacts had failed, the Door of Darkness would not have been completely opened again, and there would have been no expeditionary army, and there would have been no Draenor explosion.
Oh!
This is awesome!
Just thinking about it makes me feel good. I don't have to work so hard anymore.
Duque hugged Aurelia tightly. It was a feeling of wanting to rub his lover into his body and become one with him. Smelling the fragrance floating between the golden hair, Duque swore to himself, "Come on, Ner 'zhul! I don't care if you're the first Orc Shaman or the powerful Lich King! I've already dug a big hole for you. Let's see when you jump into the hole! "
Strategies were especially effective when one's strength was insufficient and one had to fight the strong with the weak.
When one's strength was strong enough to defeat the enemy, then it would be meaningless for the enemy to play any tricks.
In the three years of the Door of Darkness, the whole year was spent in the midst of the kingdom's reconstruction.
In May, Stormwind announced the implementation of compulsory military service. Every adult man over the age of 16 must undergo three months of military training. In addition, women who mastered the skill of the javelin would receive additional rewards.
In June, the steam crane jointly improved by Duque and the dwarves was introduced to the reconstruction site of Stormwind City. The reconstruction work was greatly accelerated. At the same time, the Alliance built the Watchtower in the cursed land.
In July, the Stormwind engineering team, under the cover of Duke Marcus' private corps, paved a cement road to the Redridge Mountain in one go, reaching the entrance to the Swamp of Sorrows.
In the same month, a large number of murlocs and nagas entered the swamp and fought fiercely with the swamp creatures and the orcs wandering in the swamp area.
The supply route to the Alliance's barracks in the cursed land became smoother.
In August, because the first batch of summer grain in the Western Wilderness had a good harvest, a large amount of grain was transported to various parts of the Elven Forest through cement roads, quelling a possible food shortage.
At the end of September, the Elven Forest had a bountiful harvest, and the whole country rejoiced.
In October, the construction of the cement road that connected the entire Swamp of Sorrows from the north to the south was completed, and many sentry towers were built along the road.
In November, before winter completely set in, the double-track railway that traversed the entire Elven Forest was completed. This meant that the triangular junction area from Stormwind City to the Redridge Mountains could now be reached in two days.
Trains that used early steam engines could now pull four carriages at a time, transporting nearly a thousand soldiers to the Red Ridge Mountain quickly.
It was said that a newer type of steam engine was already being developed.
In December, the Southern Continent Defense Command was established in the Redridge Mountains, with Anduin Lothar as the commander-in-chief, and Turalyon as the commander of the Overwatch Stronghold in the cursed land.
While the Alliance was vigorously rebuilding and preparing for the upcoming war, what were the Horde doing?
Sorry!
The Horde was still fighting!
A spiked battle-axe modified from a giant beast's lower jaw was brandished by its owner, its speed and power so astonishing that when it struck its target, it already released a sharp whistling sound in the air.
Under the winter sun, dozens of pillars of blood spurted out from the neck of the orc powerhouse that was struck, emitting a fierce radiance.
The owner of the axe laughed maniacally, opening his lower jaw that was covered in green tattoos to an almost impossible width. As he moved, his long black hair fluttered behind his head, and his blind left eye emitted an indescribable red evil light.
His remaining eye kept turning, following his axe as it chopped at the enemies that dared to stand in his way.
"Weak! Too weak! Too weak! Scum like you can't even win against humans, and yet you dare to come to my Bloodring Tribe's territory to die!? "Kilrogg Deadeye roared.
He continued to swing his axe, beheading his fellow orcs from different tribes as if he was cutting meat.
Victory was undeniable.
However, Kilrogg felt a sense of emptiness. The enemy in front of him was too weak. Compared to the human Holy Knights he had fought before, it was like the difference between a wild boar and a giant dragon.
His exquisite skills and great strength were rendered useless.
"Kilrogg!"
Kilrogg heard someone call his name, and snorted. He turned around, forcing himself not to be immersed in the desire for a bloody battle.
"Kargath!?"
It was Kargath Bladefist.
Barging in while two tribes were engaged in a fierce battle was not a rational thing to do. If he was not careful, he would provoke both sides to attack him.
He did not care.
Because he was Kargath Bladefist.
Strolling on the battlefield, Kargath was practically taking a leisurely stroll. If any blind orc pounced at him, he would use his severed arm's serrated evil blade to send that guy to reincarnation.
The battle was actually coming to an end. This small tribe that had gone mad from hunger had foolishly barged into the territory of the Bloodring Tribe, which seemed to have fewer people. From the start, they were destined to have a tragic ending.
They did not chase after this small tribe, as Kilrogg's subordinates would do it themselves.
Kilrogg carried his serrated battle axe as he walked towards Kargath. Even though he had just been engaged in intense activity, he was now only lightly panting.
He raised his head to look at Kargath. No matter how many times he had seen Kargath, the evil blade on his severed arm would always leave a deep impression on him.
"Old friend!" Kilrogg waited for the leader of the Shattered Palm Tribe to walk to his side. They held each other's hands tightly — of course, it was the right hand. Kilrogg did not want to hold his opponent's blade.
"Looks like your tribe hasn't recovered yet! You should learn from my tribe! "Kargath revealed a rough and cruel smile.
Kilrogg rolled his only remaining eye.
'You bastard, do you think anyone can learn from your Shattered Palm Tribe? Directly cutting off an arm and equipping it with a blade is equivalent to joining the tribe.'
Thanks to this cruel yet simple and effective action, the Shattered Palm Tribe's population rapidly expanded.
"The Bloodring Tribe will rise again. However, have you had enough of this boring internal strife? "
"Yes! If it wasn't for Gul 'dan, we would have won long ago! "
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