Unfortunately, there was a serious problem with the Arcane Puppet: it consumed a lot of mana. A magical jade could only allow it to work for an hour. According to the Dalajan's calculations, this meant that the cost of using an Arcane Puppet for an hour was more than 100 gold coins.
In the eyes of the allies, how was this building a city?
It was like piling up gold coins on the ground and melting them!
If it wasn't for Duque's confidence when the Door of Darkness closed, and the possibility that it would reopen within two years, the big shots of the alliance wouldn't even be willing to fork out so few people, not to mention the five million gold coins that they volunteered after seeing the scale of the project.
However, seeing that Duque was the only one paying, no one dared to ask where the five million went and what it was used for. Anyway, all the ministers swore that if it were them, considering the harsh geological conditions and the serious supply and manpower problems, the five million would only be enough to build the walls of the Watchtower.
Barbicans, turrets, arrow towers, and the outer bastions were all out of the question, not to mention building a train station inside.
Who could be like Duque, rebuilding two cities in one go and building a complete high-speed supply line?
King Laing stood beside Duque. "Now that the Watchtower is built, you can breathe a sigh of relief, right?"
Duque nodded. "You can say that."
Andoine was more concerned about another problem. "What if the tribe doesn't come in two years?"
"I'm 90% sure that they will come. If they really don't come, I'll just let the Marcus Family guard this place for generations. "Duque pursed his lips. He didn't believe that the Burning Legion could wait that long.
"You're really willing, you're only 19 years old this year!"
"For Azeroth." As Duque spoke calmly, the moral integrity he inherited from Alonsos Faol began to echo with Duque's will, causing his body to emit a faint holy golden light.
That was the will of a saint, and also the will of a hero.
It was as if the young Duque's soul had sublimated because of this sentence.
For a moment, everyone around was filled with respect for Duque's words.
"Yes! For Azeroth! " Laing and Andoine stretched out their right hands in unison with their palms facing down and the back of their hands facing the sky. They stacked their hands together and looked at the crowd at the same time.
"For Azeroth!" The Bronze-Bearded Dwarf King Magni was relatively short, and he directly grabbed the hands of the Great Dwarf Craftsman Gerbin and his kinsman Kudran.
"For Azeroth!" Daelin and Solas smiled and put their hands on it.
"We are all doing this for Azeroth!" Antonidas and Terenas placed their oldest palms on the highest point.
The war was over, but a new war was bound to come. Perhaps every country had their own interests and concerns, but in the face of a huge threat that could destroy all of them, they had no choice but to ignore their differences and stand closely together.
Duque also put his hand on it. "Yes, let's work hard together!"
At this moment, in the Moon Shadow Valley of Draenor.
Two figures that were short and slender compared to the Orcs walked into the village of the Shadow Moon Clan as if there was no one else around.
"Ner 'zhul …" A strange shout with a certain evil aura echoed in the village.
Tyron Gorefiend and Jaz Soul Shredder, who was also a first-generation Death Knight, walked on the central road of the village. Their iron legguards, which were rarely used by Orcs, kicked up a thick layer of dust under their feet.
The curious Orc villagers poked their heads out of the simple doors and windows of their houses to see what was going on. When they met the strange red eyes of the intruders, everyone felt a chill that seeped into their souls, and everyone was scared back.
"Ner 'zhul …" Tyrone once again roared in a cold and discontented tone, "I want to talk to you! Don't make me force you out! "
His shout finally had a reaction here. A few tall and burly green giants carrying heavy iron axes came behind the two of them.
A rough voice came from behind. "I don't know who you are, and I don't care who you are. You are now trespassing on the territory of the Shadow Moon Clan. Get out of here now, or die! "
The Death Knight turned to the strong Orc Warrior who had just approached him from behind. "I, Tyron Gorefiend, am looking for Ner 'zhul. Pass a message to him for me, or get out of here."
The Orc looked a little uneasy when he heard the name.
"Gorefiend? You are the Death Knight!? "His face twisted with disgust, revealing two fangs. He looked at the Gorefiend and his companions, summoned up his courage, and said, "Don't provoke the Shadow Moon Clan, or we will let you Death Knights die again."
Jaz laughed. "Then we really want to see how you will let us die again."
Tyron nodded slightly. Suddenly, several figures walked out from the shadows of the huts in the village and came to the side of the two Death Knights. Although they were wearing hoods, their eyes, which shone with a strange light, were still clearly visible.
Tyrone smiled, while the Beastman gulped.
"Last chance. Hurry up and find Ner 'zhul, or your pride will let you die a miserable death."
The Orcs always had a kind of persistence towards their own land that was unexpected to others.
"Ner 'zhul won't see anyone." Although he had begun to sweat, it was clear that he was clenching the axe in his hand.
"Oh." Tyron sighed softly. His lungs that had long since decayed inhaled a mouthful of air and exhaled, issuing a strange whistling sound: "You can die now."
Without waiting for the Orc to reply, Tyron stretched out his right hand, which was protected by plate armor, and chanted a spell in a low voice.
The sudden pain made the Orc forget to breathe, and he bent over in pain.
Tyron clenched his fist. At the same time, dark red blood suddenly gushed out of the Orc's nose, eyes, and mouth.
Without staying for a second, Tyron turned and headed deeper into the village. He no longer had any interest in torturing this annoying Orc.
Along the way, it seemed that he had killed too many of these brainless guys.
"Evil dark magic!" A Shadow Moon Warrior shouted, grabbing the battle axe beside him. "Kill them! Otherwise, no one will be spared! "
His roar was echoed by several Orcs around him, and they all raised their weapons and rushed over.
Tyron Gorefiend turned around like lightning, his glowing eyes narrowing.
"Since you want to die, I'll just kill you all and find Ner 'zhul myself."
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