As a transmigrator, the most painful thing was knowing that a tragedy was about to happen, but not being able to stop it.
Arthas was a classic example. Ten years ago, this noble prince was still a good young man, a pure and handsome man who believed in the Holy Light.
Who would have thought that one day, he would turn into a trap?
He turned from a great Holy Knight to a Death Knight, and even stabbed his father in the back.
Before Arthas officially turned against him, Duque could not tell the world, "Yo! It was obvious that Arthis had a rebellious streak in the back of his head. Terenas, you should kill your only son as soon as possible and get a younger queen to give birth to an heir. "
In order to prevent Arthas from turning from a loyal subject to a traitor, Duque had made a lot of preparations. Unfortunately, because Karazhan was accidentally blown up, Duque, who thought he still had a lot of time, could not proceed to the next stage of preparations.
Fortunately, the foreshadowing was still laid.
The "Molotov cocktail" incendiary bombs that were extremely famous during World War II on Earth were placed in the main commercial areas of Rotterdam in advance, legally, and grandly.
If possible, Duque would have arranged for 100,000 Holy Knights to wait for Arthas to turn against him.
Unfortunately, there were no 100,000 Holy Knights in the world, and Duque could not send weapons for battle to Lordaeron in advance. There were weapons shops selling swords to gladiators on the streets, but which weapon shop was not backed by the High Nobles of Lordaeron?
The fact that Duque's Chamber of Commerce could sell alcohol and all kinds of luxury goods in Lordaeron was already the result of Terenas not falling out with them.
Who would have thought that the bottles of liquor that were placed on the wine racks every day and watched by countless customers could be used to deal with the Calamity Army as long as they were lit on fire and thrown out with strips of cloth?
The people of Lordaeron were stunned.
In the end, some courageous city guards threw away their swords and took shields and incendiary bombs to fight the zombies.
This bought precious time for the citizens to escape.
In the south of the city, something magical happened again.
Dozens of huge cylindrical towers were blown up by the dwarves' secretly planted explosives. This was not a tower made of bricks. Although it was crude, it was clearly a huge pipe made of pig iron. Its weight directly crushed the southern city wall.
The south side of Lordaeron City was close to Lordaeron Lake, and its city walls were the weakest because the military port and commercial pier were right outside the city. With the protection of the coastal turrets, the southern city wall was the weakest.
More than a dozen large pipes that could allow two people to pass through side by side collapsed, revealing an escape route. The citizens could escape from the city through the passageway.
At this moment, under the command of the Marcus Merchant Guild's Chief Steward Makarov, the elite soldiers who were supposed to be the guards of the caravan also rushed over to open up a path for the citizens of Rotterdam City to escape.
Makarov shouted: "Push the goods into the lake! Tie all the boxes that can float on the water to the back of the boat and let the citizens carry them! "
Lake Lordamir was a super large lake with very developed water transportation, and its geographical location was very important. To the north was Rotterdam City, to the west was the Silverpine Forest that was being rebuilt, and to the south was the City of Magic, the City of Dalajan. To the southeast, one could pass through the Dalajan and directly reach the fertile Hillsbrad Hills.
After thirteen years of continuous development since the Dark Portal's second year, the scale of Lordaeron's pier was quite large. Goods from all over the north of Rotterdam were gathered here, transported to the south, and then transported from Southshore to the southern continent. The volume of goods handled was as high as ten thousand tons per day.
This was not the modern pier from before Duque's transmigration. Ten thousand tons was a very shocking number in this era.
The docking of the many ships gave the citizens of Rotterdam their last hope to escape.
Under the command of Duque's Chief Steward Makarov, the ships would leave as soon as they were full, never stopping.
Later on, there was even a ship that set sail with a string of tails tied to the back of the ship. Anything that could carry people, such as floating logs and boxes, they set sail without delay.
Unfortunately, as Arthas finally reacted to the situation, the retreat of the citizens became more and more difficult.
First, huge spider-like creatures appeared in the south of the city. These were Cave Demons, creatures that had the genes of both humans and spiders. These cruel demons were once the lords of the ancient Spider Kingdom of Noscent, Ejo-Nirub.
When they spat out small spiders at the warriors who threw the Molotov cocktails, the line of defense that protected the citizens began to crumble.
The fist-sized black spiders descended from the sky. Such long-range attacks were impossible to defend against in the dark of the night. As long as the spiders came into contact with them, the spiders had countless ways to kill a human warrior.
The sharp mouthparts could easily bite through thin iron armor. The poisonous thorns would blister on the spot once they pierced into human skin. The poison in the thorns and mouthparts would invade the human nervous system and paralyze a strong human soldier in the shortest amount of time.
Without the obstruction of the Molotov cocktails, the stagnant Undead Army once again surged forward like a raging tide.
Makarov wanted to hold on for a while longer, but when he saw the Liches appearing on the shore, he let out a long sigh, "We've done our best, let's retreat!"
Helplessly listening to the desperate cries and wails of the citizens, the merchant fleet began to leave the pier.
There was no other choice. If they didn't leave now, none of them would be able to leave.
The sailors and survivors on the ship didn't even dare to look back at the pier that had turned into a slaughterhouse. A human tragedy was unfolding there …
Arthas was extremely displeased when he heard that more than 50,000 people managed to escape from Lordaeron. "Pass down my order, get the Gargoyles to attack and hunt down these survivors."
It was obvious that this was another tragedy.
Going back to the present, the area outside of Lordaeron was already in a mess.
Because Arthas had brought back a large number of Liches, coupled with the Cursing Sect's disciples lurking among the High Nobles of Lordaeron, outsiders thought that they had only lost contact with Lordaeron for three days.
To the players, the Lordaeron army could have avoided being wiped out.
In fact, players who looked at things from the perspective of God would never be able to understand the suffering of the Lordaeron army. This was an era where the hierarchy was strict and royal authority reigned supreme. Mobilizing an army without a military order was a capital offense.
This was also an era where communication was terrible. After more than ten years of development, the cost of sending magic messages was still rather high. After all, it would only be reliable if there was at least a Sky Mage on duty. Furthermore, there was the interference of the elemental waves in the atmosphere. Hence, unless it was an emergency or the level of the magic messenger was rather high, all military orders were not allowed to be sent using magic messages.
Duque could totally imagine the suffering of the Lordaeron army. He patted Illucia's shoulder and said, "Let's go. Looks like I'm going to be the savior again."
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