Stormwind God

Unfortunately, Arcane Scourge has a serious problem, which is that it consumes extremely high magic power. A mana jade can only make it work for one hour. According to Dalaran's algorithm, this means that the cost of using an arcane puppet for an hour is more than 100 gold coins.

From the perspective of allies, where is this city?

This is all about melting gold coins on the ground!

If it was n’t for Duke ’s dark door when it was closed, it ’s very likely that the dark door would open again within two years. The league ’s big guys would n’t even want to go out, let alone see the huge project later I voluntarily collected 5 million gold coins.

It was just that when Duke made a big head out of himself, no one could squeak and ask where the 5 million went, and where it was used. Anyway, the ministers of any house have vowed that if they change jobs, considering the poor geological conditions and serious supply and manpower problems, 5 million will be enough to build the walls of Watchtower Fort.

Don't even think about what town, what turret, what arrow tower, what peripheral bastions, let alone build a train station in it.

Who can, like Duke, rebuild the two cities at once, and build a complete high-speed supply line?

King Lane stood next to Duke: "Now Watch Castle is built, you can breathe a sigh of relief, too?"

Duke nodded. "Certainly."

Anduin is more concerned about another question: "What if the tribe does not come within two years?"

"I'm 90% sure that the tribe will come. In case it really doesn't come, in the future it will be handed over to the Marcus family for generations to guard it." Duke pouted his lips, he did not believe that the Burning Legion could wait.

"You are really willing, you are only 19 years old this year!"

"For Azeroth." When Duke spoke lightly, unknowingly, the rituals inherited from Alonthos Fao began to correspond with Duke's will, letting him radiate a sacredness. A touch of golden light.

That is the will of the saints and the will of the heroes.

Someone else seemed to see that the young Duke seemed to have a sublimation of his soul because of this sentence.

For a while, everyone around him was respectful of Duke's words.

"Yes! For Azeroth!" Ryan and Anduin Qiqi stretched out their right hands with their palms facing down and their backs facing the sky, overlapping each other, and set their sights on everyone.

"For Azeroth!" Magne, the Bronzebeard dwarf, was relatively short, directly holding the hands of the dwarf master craftsman Gelbin and his family's pro-Kudran.

"For Azeroth!" Dai Lin and Thoras laughed and put their hands together.

"We are all for Azeroth!" Antonidas and Terenas placed the two oldest palms on top.

The war is over, and a new war is bound to come. Maybe each country has its own interests and its own scruples, but in the face of a huge threat enough to destroy all of them, they have to ignore differences and stand closely together.

Duke also put his hand up: "Well, let's work together!"

At this moment, in Shadowmoon Valley on the planet Draenor.

Two of them, short and slim compared to the orcs, marched into the village of the Shadowmoon clan without anyone.

"Ner'zhul" echoed through the village with a strange scream of evil.

Tyrone Blood Gore and Jaz Soulbreaker, who were also the first death knights, walked on the village's central avenue. The iron leg armors used by rare orcs stepped on the ground, raising thick dust under their feet.

Curious orc villagers poked their heads out of their simple house windows and doors to get a glimpse of it. When they met the invaders' twinkling red eyes, everyone had a sense of coldness that entered the soul, So everyone was scared back.

"Ner'zhul" Tyrone roared again, in a cold dissatisfaction with death, "I want to talk to you! Don't let me push you out!"

His shouts finally reacted here, and several tall and burly green giants came with a heavy iron axe behind them.

A thick voice came from behind: "I don't know who you are, and I don't care who you are. You are now invading the territory of the Shadowmoon clan. Get out now, or die!"

The death knight turned to face the strong orc warrior who had just approached from behind him: "My Tyron Gorefiend was looking for Ner'zhul, and told him to me, or get away."

The orc seemed a little disturbed when he heard the name.

"Blood Devil? You are the death knight !?" His face was slightly distorted with disgust, showing two fangs. He looked at the Gorefiend and his companions, summoning the courage and saying, "Don't challenge the Shadowmoon clan, or we can let you death knights die again."

Jaz smiled: "Then we really want to see, how can you let us die again."

Tyrone nodded slightly, several figures came out of the shadow of the cottage in the village, and came to the two death knights. Although they were wearing hoods, the twinkling eyes were still clearly visible.

Tyrone smiled, and the orc swallowed.

"Last chance, find Ner'zhul, or your pride will make you die badly since the General Assembly."

Orcs always have an unexpected insistence on their own land.

"Ner'zhul sees no one." Although he was already sweating, it was clear that he had clenched the axe in his hand.

"Oh." Tyrone sighed softly, and his rotten lung took a breath and then exhaled, making a strange whistling sound: "You can go to death."

Waiting for the orc to answer, Tyrone stretched out his right hand protected by the plate gloves and whispered a spell.

The sudden pain caused the orc to forget his breath and stooped down.

Tyrone clenched his fists, and at the same time, the blood of Yin Hong suddenly burst out of the bad orc's nose, eyes and mouth.

Without stopping for a second, Tyrone turned and headed deeper into the village. He no longer had any interest in torturing the annoying orc.

Along the way, it seems like these mindless guys, he has killed too many too many.

"Evil dark magic!" A Shadowmoon warrior called out, grabbing the tomahawk next to him: "Kill them! Otherwise no one will be spared!"

His roar received responses from several orcs around them, and they all raised their weapons and rushed over.

Tyrone * Golem turned around like lightning, his gleaming eyes narrowed.

"Since you want to die, then I don't have to kill you all and go to Ner'zhul by myself." (To be continued.)