On an autumn night at the end of November, lying on a homemade beach chair and looking up at the starry sky of Azeroth, Duke was speechless for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is a starry sky that is very different from Earth. Children in big cities have never seen such a beautiful starry sky. Remember that even at night, the stars in the sky were mostly dim.

Stars of magnitude zero are the brightest, and above magnitude six are barely visible to the naked eye.

In a city surrounded by exhaust fumes and atmospheric pollutants, at least a third-magnitude star can be seen.

The starry sky of Azeroth is clean and clear, and although the constellations written by earthlings are completely unusable depending on the location of the Earth, the stars are shining and sassy here.

The stars twinkle, some stars go out, and some new stars light up, like the lights of the mortal world.

The wooden roof that Duke asked people to build for himself has a small terrace, which can probably only put a small single bed, which was originally Duke's own land, but unfortunately it has recently been occupied by the Great Demon King.

At first, Aurelia just came over to get ice cubes for her feet, but then she got up casually.

In particular, Duke's chilled okra with wasabi soy sauce has become one of the Great Demon King's favorites.

"A strange natural taste!" is what Aurelia says about the novelty food of the Traveler.

Aurelia looked up at the starry sky, her beautiful face seemed to sparkle under the moonlight, the splendor of the stars and moon outlining the enchanting arcs of her face, reflecting her ivory white and red skin, and finally all the starlight seemed to converge into her emerald green eyes.

She looked at the starry sky and was a little fascinated.

"Now, it seems like it's nice to be looking at the stars outside of Quel'Thalas. Aurelia was amazed.

Although I wanted to complain that it was not the same starry sky, in the end, Duke's words became: "You don't have to go back in winter?"

Aurelia pulled her bright blonde hair: "It's been thousands of years, I'm used to seeing the scenery of my hometown, and it's not bad to go crazy outside for a few years once in a while." Unless the Sun King or the Council orders the renunciation of the covenant to Soladin the Great, I'll have to be out and about for at least a few years. ”

Elves with eternal life...... The concept of time is so indifferent, and it's no wonder they've kept their distance from short-lived races.

However, if the general trend of history does not change, it will not be long before the elves lose their eternal life.

Duke didn't dare to pack the ticket.

The long river of fate has long been shattered by Duke. Because of his unbridled meddling in fate, if the first orc war ended with the fall of Stormwind, it was in line with the end of history. Now in World War II, Duke feels that he has lost most of his prophetic powers.

Although he had previously intimidated the Barov family, saying that the Horde would land from Hinterland. In fact, there is almost no way to do it.

This meant that the Horde's convoy had to pass through the narrow strait between the northern and southern continents. You know, the strait is 100 meters high, and at Duke's strong suggestion, King Solas has begun to have the sappers of Fort Riptide build a new batch of catapults along the cliffs on the northern shore of the strait.

The new militia regiment will be responsible for monitoring the entire strait.

As long as the Tribal transports dared to pass, Duke bet that the sight of the Horde convoy sinking in the channel and blocking it would be spectacular.

So is the coast on this side of the Hillsbrad Hills.

Before, Duke was really just bullying the enemy, but not anymore. Before the last bunches of ripe wheat in the hills of Hillsbrad were harvested, Duke had already used his idle people of Stormwind to start building fortresses along the entire coastline.

"It is very likely that the kingdom will not be restored in the next two or three years. In order to ensure the safety of our temporary residence, please do your best to help. ”

The war, less than a week ago, still left the refugees with lingering fears. For safety and for the extra food rations in Duke's cash-for-work program, people sold their labor at a very low price.

The Fish-Man, under the command of Naga, is driving wooden stakes in the shallow waters of the beach along the entire coast, greatly reducing the landable area. And Duke's fish-men have begun to camp in the shallow waters west of the Dangalok Block.

After this winter has passed, if the tribe dares to attack again, they will face a line of defense like a grinding disc.

"Now, in what direction will the Horde attack next?" Aurelia asked Duke.

"Frankly, I don't know, in principle, I have blocked all three possible directions of attack of the Horde. ”

"Oh?"

"Unless the tribe builds from the Sorrowful Marshes in the southwest of the southern continent, more than two thousand nautical miles away, as long as they set out from the wetlands opposite Nanhai Town, they will either attack Nanhai Town or cross the strait and the Sadol Bridge. The final route is to detour west to the Cape off Gilneth and further north to the North Stream Coast or the South Stream Coast. All three of these roads must be opened with the blood of orcs. ”

"Why can't they conquer the sea route of more than two thousand nautical miles?" asked Aurelia rhetorically.

"Because ......" Duke deliberately sold off, pulling out a stick of okra from the ice bucket, dipping it in soy sauce and mustard, and preparing to put it in his mouth.

Who knows, Aurelia actually came to grab okra.

Well, a small cherry mouth bit Duke's hand like this, Duke was originally sworn to die, but when the big demon king was grabbing food, it happened that the peak of Mount Hyjal unconsciously shook in front of Duke's eyes at close range.

And then Mr. Okra died in battle.

Uh, you're big-breasted, you're ruthless!

Aurelia didn't even realize how lethal her action was to a little boy whose unicorn arm was about to attack, and she cocked her nose triumphantly.

"Hey, hey, because of what?"

"Because there is a giant whirlpool on the west side of the southern continent. Not to mention the orc ship, even the ship of Kul Tiras has sunk as many as it goes. Duke was a little stunned and said the answer.

"Well, then, won't the tribe even find a place to land?"

"If the tribe doesn't mind starting from the Palatine Bay in the wetlands and being bled all the way to the south-flowing shores, they can still land. But how much the effect is, that's another matter. ”

How the tribe goes, Duke has completely lost the 'prophet'. In the original history, the tribe was a large-scale landing, a one-time success. Mobilized Lothar's army in the hills of Hillsbrad. Lothar was forced to fight a field battle with the Horde.

As a result, Ogrim led the horde army to Hinterland in the northeast, and then went all the way north to hack the High Elves.

Now...... It's up to Orgrim to play his cards. (To be continued.) )