"However, for the time being, this is the limit!" Duke sighed as he looked at the undead barrier that traversed the middle of the canyon in the distance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next to Duke, Mograini said, "Duke, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself, you've done a great job, and I thank you for the people of Lordaeron." ”

Duke waved his hand: "According to the arrangement on the military council, let's act quickly." When the first snow falls, the road conditions get worse. ”

"Understood. Mograini stepped back.

Between the Tirisfarh Glades, where the city of Lordaeron is located, and the Western Plaguelands, there is a huge mountain range that towers into the sky. It was a barrier that even the Scourge Legion, with the undead as its core, could not easily surpass.

Unless it's a high-level class like gargoyles and bone dragons, ordinary ghouls and zombies can't get by.

Winter is coming, whether you want it or not, you can only truce.

How the 800,000-strong army survives the winter is already a huge problem.

From the very beginning, Duke did not devote so many troops to the Western Plague Lands, especially those militias who were poorly trained, all of whom were sent by Duke to support logistics. Anyway, the ground is full of skeletons and zombies, and they're busy enough.

After defeating a counter-offensive organized by the Dreadlord Malganis in mid-October, Duke directly sent Tulayan and Reginald Windsol to lead a detachment from the Western Plague to the south, establishing the Coldwind Camp and opening up Icewind Hill and Sofia Heights.

In this way, along the great river that flows from Lake Daronmeir, the alliance has a safe passage connecting the two fronts of the north and the south.

Until he reached the Fortress of the Dead, Duke had never summoned Tulayan and Wendsol's forces back.

The undead barrier is too narrow to use so many soldiers, and leaving too many people only increases the logistical pressure. Now the alliance offensive of the entire Lordaeron continent is basically supported by grain storage.

Without Stratholm City, a large dog with millions of tons of grain stockpiles, it would have been impossible to support the offensive of hundreds of thousands of people by relying on the South China Sea city-state and sea transportation alone.

Even in the ten years since Duke's disappearance, the significance of keeping Stratholme first is also reflected at this time.

Duke is not a messy person, and seeing that the undead barrier cannot be attacked, he also has a winter plan.

The poorly trained Stratholme Army, as well as all militia regiments, were withdrawn to the vicinity of Stratholme.

Most of the dwarven griffin legions and mechanized troops were also withdrawn, and the tanks were an assault force, and it was too wasteful to stay for defense, and it was enough to have all kinds of artillery fire.

In addition to building a semi-permanent fort on the west side of Firestone's Farm, east of the Undead Fortress, Duke had the Scarlet Crusaders split up 50,000 men to rebuild the Valley of the Hearth and the North Mountain Lumberyard.

Originally, in history, the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army carried it in the Valley of the Hearth for so long, not for nothing. In case the Western Plague Land can't be defended in the future, leaving a Hearthplace Valley can also be used as a nail to disgust the Scourge Legion.

Duke looked at Queen Xi, who was still training rangers not far away, and suddenly speculated maliciously: Now that Queen Xi has become a living and fragrant Queen Xi, will there be any forsaken people in the future? Similarly, if the blood elves have completely joined the alliance, then there is nothing to do with the tribe, right?

As November progresses, Duke finally receives a message from the other side of the Endless Sea, as Gianna has finally established herself in Theramore and set up a giant magic messenger circle.

When the first news came, Duke only 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's voyage to the sea, they still tossed the strong tribal warriors to the point that only half of their lives were left.

When Thrall saw the older orcs looking at the crimson desolate land and shouting at their homeland, he was a little puzzled.

Grom patted Thrall on the shoulder and grinned, "Before crossing through the Dark Gate to Azeroth, 'our world' was like this. Desolate, harsh, but vast plains, there is never a shortage of danger and a huge game that can feed more than a hundred people for a week. Only the most fearless warriors and the best hunters can survive the land. This is the orcs!"

Right!

This is the orcs!

Indomitable!

Orcs who will always survive the harshest conditions!

The Horde's rough convoys had landed, the orcs had rushed ashore in merry, and the wildest of the creatures had already pingpong with the huge wave crabs on the shore. Apparently some of the unlucky ghosts had their fingers pinched off by the huge pincers of the wave crab, but the orcs were laughing!

That's right!

Hunt!

Hunting is the instinct of orcs!

Hunting is the glory of orcs!

Shed blood for instinct and glory, worth it!

Grom Hell roared and shouted in a gruff voice, "Yo, our Great Chief, name the land of our orc revival!"

Thrall couldn't contain the excitement in his chest and shouted a name: "Durotar!"

Grom understood in seconds that Durontar was the homonym for Durontan's materialization in orc language, and Thrall used this way to commemorate his father, whom he had never met, who had sacrificed his life to protect him and the tribe.

For a moment, the old orc's eyes were a little moist.

Three days later, the newborn tribe made the decision to build a new orc city in a feng shui treasure land with a river to the west and mountains to the back.

In honor of the brave and wise former High Chief Orgrim, this new orc city will be named 'Orgrimmar'!

Over the next few years, Thrall, the leader of the tribe favored by God, met the Minotaur chief Kane Bloodhoof on his quest for the Prophet, and the tribe began to receive help from the Minotaur tribe.

Then, in early October, a tribe of trolls also crossed the ocean and migrated to Durotar.

That's Woking's Darkspear tribe.

Wojin succeeded his father Senjin as the new leader of the Darkspear Trolls. Like the other trolls of the Darkspear Clan, he also lived in the Valley of Thorns in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom continent, because of the strategy of the Du people, the southward expansion of the Stormwind Kingdom, coupled with the encirclement and suppression of the trolls who believed in the blood god Haka in Zurghrab, the Darkspear trolls had to leave their hometown, and now only the remains of some troll towns and a vast jungle are left there.

Shortly after Woking and his people arrived in Kalimdor, they were attacked again by the Fishmen near Durotar. If it weren't for Thrall's full help, Wojin and his Darkspear Clan would have been missing by now. Woking's gratitude was indescribable, and he and the jungle trolls swore to serve the tribe and forge an alliance forever.