Fear.
It was spreading endlessly.
Although it would no longer be the Eastern Kingdom that had lasted for more than 2,000 years of peace, the people had at least enjoyed another 10 years of peace.
The previous battle at the Dark Portal seemed like it had happened yesterday to many middle-aged and elderly people.
The horror of yesterday had yet to completely dissipate, and the dark clouds of death once again shrouded the heads of every living being.
The Scourge Army.
The Undead.
Eternal slavery that could not be escaped even after death!
When the terrifying stories that were used to scare children in myths and legends became reality, the fear in people's hearts could no longer subside.
Not to mention, the fall of the capital of the two most powerful kingdoms in the Alliance pushed the fear to its peak.
They had once thought that they would be safe once they reached the seaside.
When the refugees escaped from the Dark World that was shrouded by the Canopy of Undead to the seaside, they found that they still did not feel safe.
Unlike the first battle at the Dark Portal, the people in Stormwind City who were waiting to retreat also felt uneasy. The key was that there were several tall and majestic walls behind them, which gave the refugees an inexplicable sense of security. At least they felt safe before they saw the ferocious faces of the Orcs.
The North Coast was different.
Although it had been developed for nearly 10 years and was one of the four major ports in the northern Lordaeron Continent, along with the South Coast, the South Sea Port, and the Cuel Salas Port, it was not essentially a strong city. There was only a five-meter-high wall next to the port.
Think about it, the 30-meter-high wall of Lordaeron City had fallen, and so had the Dalajan City with hundreds of Mage Towers. What was the use of the five-meter-high wall?
The result of the spread of panic was all kinds of disorder and endless riots, which further delayed the progress of the evacuation.
The North Coast Port was not really a big port. It could only accommodate five of the largest battleships and 30 small and medium-sized ships at the same time. It was not that Illucia did not want to expand the port in the past 10 years, but because it was the territory of Lordaeron after all. Regarding the request of Stormwind, the people of Lordaeron had been speculating and being extremely vigilant.
"There are only so many merchant ships every year. What's the point of building such a big port? Wouldn't it be convenient for Stormwind and Kurtiras to invade Rotterdam one day? "The hostile reply from the Lords of Rotterdam made Ilusia choke on her words.
There was no need to even mention the South Flow Coast controlled by Gilness. Gilness' power was constantly shrinking, but he still hadn't given up his country's control over the southern part of the Silverpine Forest.
As a result, the two coastal ports could not be expanded.
Now, more than 100,000 soldiers were about to arrive, and there were already more than 300,000 refugees from the Rotterdam Kingdom who were stranded there. It was foreseeable that more refugees would rush here in the next period of time.
However, it was not because there were no ships, but because the port was too small, creating a bottleneck. Apart from the pier, large ships could not dock on the smooth beach. Large ships that drained too much water would run aground on the beach.
To that end, the people of Kul Tiras had been desperately trying to ferry the refugees from the beach onto the boats.
The problem was, how could using a small boat compare to the efficiency of people boarding directly at the docks?
Because of the hostility and shortsightedness of the people of the Rotterdam Kingdom, the lifeline of the people of the Rotterdam Kingdom was now stuck.
In the past few days, Count Trosma, who was in charge of the port, had been scolded so badly that he wanted to jump into the sea.
Unfortunately, it was all to no avail.
At this moment, Duque arrived.
Faced with this scene, Duque facepalmed, while Mograine and the others' faces darkened.
In front of Duque, who had the scepter given to him by the Queen, and the real Grand Duke Mograine, Count Trosma was so scared that he almost peed his pants. Among the few bosses here, any one of them could get rid of him and turn him into ashes, playing a sea burial game.
Duque could only smile bitterly. He did not expect that after transmigrating for so long and avoiding the terrible evacuation at Storm Port, Illucia would not be able to deal with the nobles of the Rotterdam Kingdom because he had been missing for 10 years.
Indeed, a transmigrator could not change everything in one go!
"If this goes on, we might have to hold on for more than three months!" Mograine was already using the most optimistic estimate.
Three months?
Don't treat the Undying as blind!
Three months was enough for Arthas's Scourge Army to raze this place to the ground several times.
Duque had just received news that Uther's corpse had been found and thrown to the side of the road near Caer Darrow like trash … This also meant that Arthas had fallen even deeper and possessed even more power.
He didn't know why Arthis would choose to attack Riptide Fort, but Duke didn't believe that Arthis would so easily ignore the hundreds of thousands of people on their side for such a long period of time, and let them retreat safely.
"We need a miracle." Abbendis could not stop lamenting.
"If miracles could happen so easily, then they wouldn't be called miracles." Mograine patted his old partner's shoulder. The two of them could read each other's eyes. Yes, it was just a fight to the death.
At this moment, Duque spoke. He pointed at his young face. "Later, what you see might be a fake archmage."
"Huh!?"
Duque said that he might be a fake archmage?
What the hell was that?
Nobody understood, but that did not stop them from obeying Duque's order to clear out all the seashores slightly south of the North Stream Coast.
There were no people, no ships, only hundreds of Scarlet Cross soldiers and over a hundred officials and nobles who had followed Duque.
Duke stood by the sea, less than two meters in front of his feet was the constantly rushing waterline.
He still looked the same as ten years ago, with short hair and a blue and white mage robe that fluttered in the sea breeze.
With a soft sigh, a white ball of light appeared in Duque's hand. He was standing on the dividing line between the sea and the land. With a wave of his hand, the ball of light became bigger than a carriage and floated in the air. The cold light on it reflected the calm expression on the Alliance's commander's face.
It was also a cold aura released in the scorching summer, but different from Arthis's deathly cold that made people fall into an ice cave, Duque's cold aura made people feel as carefree as enjoying the sun and the beach while drinking a cold drink.
Because of the angle, nobody saw that Duque's pupils had changed from the deep black of the universe to a pair of illusory pupils that seemed to flow with pure silver.
The dazzling ball of light rose higher and higher, and suddenly, the ball of light began to dissipate in mid-air.
The temperature suddenly dropped.
The entire beach, the entire sea, seemed to be hit by a violent cold wave of unknown origin, and suddenly shook.
The next moment, everyone was dumbfounded, because …
The sea — froze.
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