Chapter 272 Fragmented Line of Fate (Subscribe)

On an autumn night at the end of November, lying on a homemade beach chair, looking up at the starry sky of Azeroth, Duke was speechless for a long time.

This is a starry sky completely different from the earth. Children in big cities have never seen such a beautiful starry sky. Remember that even at night, most of the stars in the sky are dim.

Zero-magnitude stars are the brightest, and stars above sixth-magnitude are almost invisible to the naked eye.

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

The starry sky of Azeroth is clean and clear. Although the constellations written by the earthlings based on the location of the earth are completely unusable here, the stars here are shining and beautiful.

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

There is a small terrace on the top of the wooden roof that Duke asked to build for himself, and there is only room for a small single bed. It was originally Duke's private land, but unfortunately, half of it was taken over by the big devil recently.

At first, Alleria just came over to put ice cubes on her feet, but then she just got up casually.

In particular, the iced okra with wasabi and soy sauce created by Duke has become one of the favorites of the big devil.

"A strange and natural taste!" This is Aurelia's evaluation of the novelty food of the traversers.

Alleria looked up at the starry sky. Under the moonlight, her beautiful face seemed to be shining. The brilliance of the stars and the moon outlined the charming arcs on her face, reflecting her ivory-white and rosy skin. , in the end it seemed that all the starlight gathered into her emerald green eyes.

She was a little fascinated looking at the starry sky.

"Hey, it seems that it feels good to look at the starry sky in a place other than Quel'Thalas." Alleria admired so much.

Although I really wanted to complain that the starry sky is not the same, in the end Duke's words became: "Don't you need to go back in winter?"

Alleria brushed her bright blond hair together: "It's been thousands of years. I'm used to seeing the scenery of my hometown. It's okay to be crazy outside for a few years now and then. Unless the Sun King or the Council ordered to give up fulfilling the obligations Emperor Thoradin's covenant, otherwise I will at least have to play outside for a few years before talking about it."

The elves with eternal life...the concept of time is really indifferent, no wonder they have kept a distance from short-lived races before.

However, if there is no change in the general trend of history, it will not be long before the elves lose their eternal life.

Duke can't guarantee it.

The long river of fate has already been torn apart by Duke. Because of his meddling with fate, if the first orc war ended with the fall of Stormwind, it was in line with the historical ending. So now in World War II, Duke feels that he has lost most of his prophecy ability.

Although he had threatened the Barov family before, saying that the Horde would land from the Hinterlands. In fact, it is almost impossible to do.

This means that the tribe's transport fleet has to pass through the narrow strait between the north and south continents. You know, this strait is as high as 100 meters, and under Duke's strong suggestion, King Solas has begun to let the engineering regiment of Stromgarde build a new batch of catapults along the cliffs on the northern shore of the strait.

The newly created militia will be responsible for monitoring the entire channel.

As long as the tribal transport ships dared to pass by, Duke would bet that the scene of the entire tribal fleet sinking in the strait and blocking the strait would be spectacular.

So is the coast on the Hillsbrad side.

Duke was really just bullying the enemy before, but not anymore. Before the last bouquet of ripe wheat was harvested in the Hillsbrad hilly fields, Duke had already used the idle people of the Stormwind Kingdom to start building fortresses along the entire coastline.

"The Kingdom may not be able to recover in the next two to 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 the sake of safety, and for the additional food rations in Duke's food-for-work program, the people sold their labor at extremely low prices.

Under the command of Naga, the murlocs are driving wooden stakes in the shallow water area of ​​the beach, greatly reducing the landing area. Moreover, Duke's murlocs have already begun to station in the shallow sea area to the west of Dangarok.

After this winter passed, if the tribe dared to attack again, they would face a line of defense like a millstone of flesh and blood.

"Hey, which direction will the Horde attack next?" Alleria asked Duke.

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

"oh?"

"Unless the tribe builds a ship from the Swamp of Sorrows in the southwest of the southern continent more than 2,000 nautical miles away, as long as they start from the wetland opposite Southsea Town, they will either hit Southsea Town, or cross the Strait and Sadore Bridge. The last way is to Detour to the cape opposite Gilneas in the west, and then go north to the North Stream Coast or the South Stream Coast. These three roads must be paved with the blood of orcs."

"Why can't they conquer more than two thousand sea miles?" Alleria asked back.

"Because..." Duke put it off on purpose, and took out a piece of okra from the ice bucket, dipped it in soy sauce and mustard, and prepared to put it in his mouth.

Who knows, Aurelia actually came to grab the okra.

Well, a small cherry mouth bit Duke's hand like this. Originally, Duke was swearing to die, but when the big devil was robbing the food, the peak of Hyjal just happened to be swaying in front of Duke unconsciously at close range. .

Then Mr. Okra died in battle.

Uh, you have big breasts and you are ruthless!

Alleria, the cute girl, didn't even realize how lethal this action of hers was to a little boy who was about to have a unicorn arm attack, and she proudly raised her nose.

"Hey! Because of what?"

"Because there is a huge vortex to the west of the southern continent. Not to mention the orc ships, even the ships of Kul Tiras will sink as many times as they want." Duke said the answer in a daze.

"Hey? So, wouldn't the Horde even find a place to land?"

"If the tribe doesn't mind starting from the Palatine Bay in the wetland and being bloodletted all the way to the Nanliu coast, they can still land. But how much effect it has is another matter."

No matter how the tribe goes, Duke has completely lost the Prophet. In the original history, the tribe landed on a large scale and succeeded at one time. Lothar's army was mobilized in the Hillsbrad Foothills. Lothar was forced to fight a field battle with the Horde.

As a result, Orgrim took the Horde army to the Hinterlands in the northeast, and then went all the way north to hack the high elves.

Now...it really depends on how Orgrim plays his cards.