"However, this is the best we can do for now!" Looking at the Undead Barrier in the distance, Duque could not help but sigh.
"Duque, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You've done well. I thank you on behalf of the people of Rotterdam," said Mograine, who was beside Duque.
Duque waved his hand. "Hurry up and act according to the arrangements made in the military conference. After the first snowfall, the road conditions will get worse. "
"Understood." Mograine retreated.
Between the Tirisfal Woodland, where Rotterdam was located, and the Western Plaguelands, there was a huge mountain range that towered into the clouds. It was a natural barrier that even the Calamity Army, whose core was the Undead, could not easily cross.
Ordinary ghouls and zombies could not cross it at all, unless they were high-level troops such as Gargoyles and Bone Dragons.
When winter came, whether they wanted it or not, they could only call a truce.
How the 800,000 troops would survive the winter was a huge problem to begin with.
From the beginning, Duque did not put so many troops into the Western Plaguelands, especially the poorly trained militia. They were all sent to logistics by Duque. Since there were skeletons and zombies all over the place, they had enough to do.
After defeating a counterattack organized by the Dreadlord Mal 'Ganis in mid-October, Duque let Turalyon and Reginald Windsor lead a detachment from the Western Plaguelands to the south to build Coldwind Camp and open up the Icewind Mound and Sophia Highlands.
That way, the Alliance would have a safe passage along the river that flowed out of Lake Daromir, connecting the north and south battlefronts.
Even when they reached the Undead Barrier, Duque did not call back Turalyon and Windsor's troops.
The Undead Barrier was too narrow, and there was no need for so many soldiers. Leaving too many people there would only increase the logistical pressure. Now, the Alliance's attack on the entire Rotterdam Continent was basically supported by food reserves.
Without Stratholme, which had millions of tons of food reserves, it would be impossible to support the attack of hundreds of thousands of people with just the South Sea City-State and shipping.
Even though Duke had been missing for ten years, he still took the initiative to protect Stratholme. This was also the reason why he had protected Stratholme.
Duque wasn't a reckless person. Seeing that the Undead Barrier couldn't be breached, he also made plans for winter.
The poorly trained Stratholme Army and all the militia were pulled back to the vicinity of Stratholme.
Most of the dwarves' Gryphon Legion and mechanized troops had also withdrawn. Tanks were used for assault, and it was too wasteful to leave them for defense. All kinds of artillery were enough.
Other than building a semi-permanent fortress on the west side of the Felstone Farm to the east of the Spectral Rampart, Duque had also sent 50,000 men from the Scarlet Cross to rebuild Hearth Valley and the North Mountain Sawmill.
There was a reason why the Argent Northern Expedition was able to hold out for so long in Hearthglen. If they could not defend the Western Plaguelands in the future, Hearth Valley could be used as a nail to disgust the Doomsday Army.
Not far away, Duque looked at Queen Sylvanas, who was still training her Rangers. Suddenly, he made a malicious guess. Now that Queen Sylvanas had become a living and fragrant Sylvanas, would there be more Forgotten Ones in the future? Similarly, if the Blood Elves joined the Alliance, there would be nothing left for the Horde, right?
In November, because Jaina had finally established a foothold in Theramore and built a huge magic communication circle, Duque finally received news from the other side of the Endless Sea.
When the first news came, Duque felt that the wheel of history was still rolling forward, unhindered by anything …
That was in September.
Even if they found the right ocean current, after a month of sea voyage, the strong tribal warriors were still tortured to the point that they were barely alive.
When Thrall saw the older Orcs looking at the red desolate land and calling it home, he was a little puzzled.
Grom patted Thrall's shoulder and grinned, "Before we passed through the Dark Portal to Azeroth, 'our world' was like this. Desolate, harsh, but vast plains, there was never a lack of danger and huge prey that could feed over a hundred people for a week. Only the most fearless warriors and the most powerful hunters could survive on the land. This is the Orcs! "
Yes!
This was the Orcs!
Unyielding!
The Orcs that could always survive in the harshest of environments!
The Horde's crude transport ship docked, and the Orcs happily rushed to the shore. The wildest ones were already fighting with the giant Wave Crabs on the shore. Some of the unlucky ones had their fingers pinched off by the Wave Crabs' huge pincers, but the Orcs were laughing!
That's right!
Hunting!
Hunting was the Orc's instinct!
Hunting was the Orc's glory!
Bleeding for instinct and glory was worth it!
Grom Hellhound roared and shouted, "Yo! Our great chief! Give this land of the Orc's revival a name! "
Thrall couldn't suppress the excitement in his chest and shouted a name, "Durotar!"
Grom understood immediately. Durotar was a homonym for Durotar in the Orc language. Thrall was using this method to commemorate his father, who he had never met, who sacrificed himself to protect him and the Horde.
For a moment, the old Orc's eyes were a little wet.
Three days later, the new Horde made the decision to build a new main Orc city in a place with good feng shui on the west side of the river and the back of the mountains.
In order to commemorate the brave and wise former Great Chief Orgrim, this new Orc city will be named 'Orgrim'!
In the following period of time, Thrall, the blessed leader of the Horde, met the Tauren chief Cairn Bloodhoof on his way to find the prophet. The Horde began to receive help from the Tauren tribe.
Then, at the beginning of October, a Troll tribe also crossed the ocean and migrated to Durotar.
It was Wojin's Darkspear tribe.
Wojin succeeded his father, Senjin, and became the new leader of the Darkspear Trolls. Like the other Trolls of the Darkspear tribe, he used to live in Stranglethorn Vale in the south of the Eastern Kingdom. Because of Durotar's strategy, Stormwind expanded southward. Coupled with the encirclement of the Trolls in Zul 'gurub who believed in the Blood God Hakkar, the Darkspear Trolls had no choice but to leave their hometown. Now, there were only a few Troll towns and a vast jungle.
Not long after Wojin and his tribe arrived in Kalimdor, they were attacked by the Murlocs near Durotar. If it wasn't for Thrall's help, perhaps Wojin and his Darkspear tribe would have disappeared long ago. At this time, Wojin's gratitude was beyond words. He and the Forest Trolls swore to serve the Horde and form an eternal alliance.
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