Chapter 255 The First Stage (2000 Monthly Pass)

Nanhai Town, an extremely small port town. Its scale is simply not comparable to any port on this continent. Not to mention Booty Bay or those deep-water ports of later generations, such as Storm Harbor and Menethil Harbor.

However, under the operation of Duke, after the refugees from Stormwind City arrived, it became the busiest port and cargo distribution center in the entire northern continent.

From a small wooden pier at the beginning, it has become a huge stone pier.

It is no longer just a berth for small civilian fishing boats, but a large port for both military and commercial purposes.

Let Nanhai Town go from darkness to blackness at night, and become unsuitable to go to sea unless there is a storm. Every day, from the early morning of the dawn to the rising of the sea like a moon, it lasts almost all day long. Merchants shipped goods from various ports, not just the northern continent, and even under the temptation of money, the goblins in Booty Bay took great risks to deliver Duke's order.

Tens of thousands of people are busy all day long, not for the accumulation of wealth for this giant port, but for the survival of hundreds of thousands of refugees, and for the upcoming World War I.

In the middle of the night, there is still nearly an hour before the first ray of morning light between heaven and earth.

The sea opposite to Nanhai Town is full of calm and calm, and there are only sparkling waves on the dark sea.

If the officers hadn't mobilized before the battle, if the soldiers hadn't gone to bed early, woke up early, put on their armor, and waited in the bunkers and trenches on the mountain with full armor, I'm afraid everyone would have thought that the upcoming big war was just a war. Visions that will not come.

The headquarters of Nanhai Township was brightly lit.

Most kings are not used to this kind of life of waking up in the middle of the night. For the older Kings Jean, Terenas, and Aiden, the influence is even more obvious. Most of them served refreshing drinks near the service.

Duke sat upright in the seat that originally belonged to Lothar. In this battle, he was the commander in chief.

Gently supporting his chin with his left hand, Duke spat out two words between his teeth: "Ring the bell!"

Windsor is an extremely responsible soldier. He is so energetic that he can't miss Duke's order. He waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Order, the enemy is coming. Enter the first stage!"

The clear and sharp bell rang near the headquarters, and soon, the bell spread rapidly, and more and denser bells rang around the entire Nanhai Town as if echoing. Violent turmoil rose from the east and west hills of Nanhai Town, as if the hills were the legendary patron saints of the shadow elves—the mountain giants, and the whole hill came alive.

The cries of officers at all levels could be heard vaguely in the wind, and they seemed to be scolding those soldiers who dared to doze off.

"Flare!" Duke cherished words like gold.

The order was passed on quickly, and soon, a cannon sounded on the eastern hill of Nanhai Town. A ball of dazzling red light was shot into the air.

It wasn't until this time that the bigwigs of the alliance holding binoculars suddenly saw that countless small black shadows appeared at some point on the deep black sea level in the distance.

Smaller than the Kul Tiran warships they were used to seeing in Southshore's harbor.

In comparison, these small transport ships are like a large pile of leaves scattered on the water.

However, these shadows that looked like leaves grew larger in everyone's field of vision at an extremely fast speed. After a while, there was already a 'ship' in the visual field.

The mages arranged on the hills on both sides released a lot of [Light Art]. Countless white light balls began to rise to the height of several tens of meters on the beach, illuminating the entire beach coast as if it were daytime.

The tribe's transport ship came, and they ignored it without slowing down, and crashed straight into the rocky eastern coast.

Even at a distance of a thousand meters, the kings in the headquarters could see a terrible tremor from the hull of the ship hitting the coast. In a trance, they even felt the bottom of the wooden ship screaming, and the big iron nails on the board were struggling, making a tooth-sickening sound, while escaping from the wood.

Countless black shadows emerged from the ship, and through the light, the human defenders on the shore quickly saw clearly their enemy—the orc laborers.

Without armor, and holding the roughest wooden mallets or extremely primitive stone axes, they rushed towards the hills not far from the shore a little foolishly under the shouts of not many orc warriors.

"The first archer brigade is free to fire! The second archer brigade is ready."

Dealing with the enemy's cannon fodder will use up the physical strength of the archers, which is not worthwhile. But Mograine, the great lord of Lordaeron, knew that today's protagonist would never be an archer of Lordaeron. And according to what the deputy commander of Suan Wushuang said, after the archers run out of energy, there will be at least three hours for the archers to rest leisurely and recover their energy.

Just as Mograine glanced at the 'special seat' on the high hill, there was a sound of bowstring vibrating.

The arrows are quite accurate, even if they can't hit the enemy's vitals, they will basically hit the enemy.

"Huh? It's not bad." Cirvanas, who was bored in the special seat, commented.

What Queen Xi said was not bad, and it was almost at the level of a sharpshooter in the human world.

The shooting skills of these archers in Lordaeron are accumulated by countless shooting training. They started training when they joined the army at the age of 18, and most of these archers have received more than five years of training. It is estimated that everyone has hundreds of Arathor gold coins just by converting the broken arrows into money.

After coming here, Mograine was depressed for a long time after learning that the bows and arrows of ordinary archers were useless against orc warriors, and that the more lethal javelin was king. Fortunately, Duke informed him that archers can still be used on the opponent's cannon fodder...

Regardless of whether this is a waste use or not, at least these gold coins have recovered a little cost from the orc peons.

Ten breaths passed, and the beach became calm again. These peons with only a little louder voice were soon shot with arrows and died on the coast.

More and more transport ships washed ashore.

The archers began to get busy, their arms became sore from continuous shooting, and finally the first batch of hard workers began to kill in front of the hill.

General Abedis yelled, "Raise your spears, mount your shields, and strike!"

In front of the bunker at the lowest level of the hill, the soldiers had already prepared and formed a long line of defense quite standardly. Perhaps this was not enough to resist the huge number of tribal fighters. If it is used to deal with hard labor, it is quite plentiful, and it happens to let the recruits see blood.

Now they waited, exploding a solid wall of shields baring their spears, without any tactics to speak of, against which Horde peons ramming in sporadic assaults.

The shield wall defense line was intact, and every peon was stabbed to death.