Unfortunately, arcane golems have a serious problem, which is that they consume a lot of mana. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a mana jade can only make it work for an hour. According to Dalaran's calculations, this means that using an Arcane golem for one hour costs more than 100 gold coins.

In the eyes of the allies, where is this building a city?

It's just a pile of gold coins on the ground and melting!

If it weren't for Duke's determination when the Dark Gate was closed, it was very likely that the Dark Gate would open again within two years, and the alliance bosses would not even be willing to come out of that little bit, let alone the 5 million gold coins that they voluntarily put together when they saw the huge project here.

It's just that seeing that Duke is out of the blue, no one can squeak and ask where the 5 million went and where it was used. Anyway, the ministers of each family swore that if they were to do it, considering the harsh geological conditions and serious supply and manpower problems here, 5 million would only be enough to build the walls of the Watchtower.

Don't even think about what urn city, what turret, what arrow tower, what outer fortress, let alone build a railway station or something in it.

Who can rebuild two cities in one go and build a complete high-speed supply line like Duke?

King Ryan stood beside Duke, "Now that the Watchtower is built, you can breathe a sigh of relief, right?"

Duke nodded, "Sort of." ”

Anduin was more concerned about another question: "What if the tribe doesn't come in two years?"

"I'm ninety percent sure the tribe will come. If you really don't come, it's a big deal that this place will be handed over to the Marcus family to guard for generations. Duke pursed his lips, he didn't believe the Burning Legion could wait.

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

"For Azeroth. As Duke spoke lightly, before he knew it, the discipline inherited from Alonsos Fao began to respond to Duke's will, making him suddenly emit a faint golden light of the sacred.

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

Others seem to see that the young Duke, the whole person seems to have a soul sublimation because of this sentence.

For a moment, everyone around was in awe of Duke's words.

"Yes! For Azeroth!" Ryan and Anduin held out their right hands, palms facing down, hands facing the sky, stacked on top of each other, as they turned their gazes to the crowd.

"For Azeroth!" the Copperbeard Dwarf King Magni was shorter, and he held the hands of the great dwarf craftsman Gerbin and his fellow Kudran directly under him.

"For Azeroth!" Dareen and Solas laughed as they put their hands on them.

"We're all for Azeroth!" Antonidas and Terenus wrapped their two oldest palms at the top.

The war is over, and a new one is bound to come. Perhaps each country has its own interests, its own scruples, but in the face of a huge threat that can annihilate them all, they have to ignore their differences and stand together.

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

At this moment, in the Valley of the Shadow Moon on the planet Draenor.

Two small, slender figures compared to the orcs walked into the village of the Shadowmoon Clan.

"Naozu-" A strange cry with a certain evil aura echoed throughout the village.

Tyrone* Bloodfiend and fellow original Death Knight Jaz* Soulbreaker walked down the central avenue of the village, the iron leg armor rarely used by orcs stomped on the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust beneath their feet.

Curious orc villagers poked their heads out of the doors and windows of their improvised houses to get a glimpse of what was going on, and when they met the intruder's red eyes that shimmered with a strange light, everyone felt a chill that hit their souls, and everyone was scared back.

"Naozu-" Tyrone shouted again, in a cold, deathly dissatisfied tone, "I'm going to talk to you!

His shout finally had an echo here, and several tall, burly green giants with heavy iron axes came up behind the two of them.

A heavy 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 of here now or die!"

The Death Knight turned to face the strong orc warrior who had just approached behind him, "I-Tyrone* Bloodfiend are looking for Neozu, send a message to him for me, or get me away." ”

The orc looked a little uneasy when he heard the name.

"Bloodseeker, you're the Death Knight!?" his face contorted in disgust, revealing two fangs. He looked at the Blood Fiend and his companions, plucked up his courage and said, "Don't provoke the Shadowmoon Clan, or we can let you death knights die again." ”

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

Tyrone nodded slightly, and several figures stepped out of the shadows of the hut in the village and came to the two Death Knights. Although they were wearing hoods, their eyes that shone with an eerie light were still clearly visible.

Tyrone smiled, and the orc swallowed.

"One last chance, get Naozu quickly, or your pride will make you die a miserable death. ”

Orcs always have an unexpected insistence on their own land.

"Naozu is nowhere to be seen. Although he had begun to sweat, it was clear that he had clenched the axe in his hand.

"Oh. Tyrone sighed, and his rotting lungs inhaled and expelled a strange whistling sound, "You can die." ”

Without waiting for the orc to answer, Tyrone stretched out his right hand, protected by plate armor gloves, and whispered some incantation.

The sudden pain caused the orc to forget his breath and bend over in pain.

Tyrone clenched his fists as crimson blood spurted from the hapless orc's nose, eyes, and mouth.

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

Along the way, it seems that these brainless guys, he has killed too much.

"Evil dark magic!" a Shadowmoon warrior cried out, grabbing the battle axe beside him, "Kill them!"

His roar was echoed by several orcs around him, who rushed forward with their weapons raised.

Tyrone* Bloodfiend turned around with a lightning bolt, his glowing eyes narrowing.

"Since you want to die, then I can't kill you all, and then go to Naozu myself. (To be continued.) )