Chapter 331: Duke of Ghost Conspiracy (Part 2)

Duke also once doubted whether the people who came to Stromgarde would be loyal.

A knight who can fight is still useful, but if the object of allegiance is someone else's king, it will be a pain in the ass.

In fact, Duke found himself thinking too much after the 'inspection'. This is a world of feudal aristocratic system. Even though the customs of the Seven Kingdoms are different, they are still the same in essence - the inheritance of the Arathor Empire, the descendants of the people of Emperor Thoradin.

The great nobles who are loyal to other human kingdoms do not have as many entanglements as imagined.

In this era, only the eldest son can inherit the fiefdom. The other two, three, four sons, daughters, etc., can only be filled in the following order. Generally speaking, the second son, the third son, may still have a hope, and pray that the elder brother has some troubles, so that the latter will not have any hope.

Just like the Elwynn Forest in the Stormwind Kingdom before, the inheritance of thousands of years has long since divided up every piece of territory that can be divided on the Arathi Highlands. If you want a new territory, you can only reach out, or reach out to the royal family.

On the other side of the strait to the south of the Arathi Highlands is the territory of the human allies - the Bronzebeard Dwarves, to the east is the sea, to the west is Alterac behind Thoradin's Wall, and to the north is the Hinterlands near the Arathi Highlands... still dwarves Yes, but Wildhammer dwarves.

So the Kingdom of Stormgard is completely unable to expand.

As the saying goes, outrageous people come out of poor mountains and bad waters, Arathi soldiers are very good at fighting, and they are well-known as the saying goes. Excluding the factor of equipment, the Arathi's land combat power is definitely among the best in the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, because they are poor and poorly equipped, they are not as good as the people of Lordaeron in terms of overall combat power.

Duke also made a profit if he wanted a hundred knight candidates. Anyway, Duke didn't intend to make the people of Stromgarde suffer a blood loss.

Those knight candidates also have a good impression of Duke. First, Duke became famous-the deputy commander of the alliance, the extermination of nearly 300,000 orcs, the promising archmage, the inventor of new weapons, and the biggest patron of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Nothing makes people feel more motivated than a boss who can fight, make money, and help his younger brother.

If the Alliance fails to defeat the Horde in this racial war, then this will be the end of mankind, and naturally there will be nothing to say.

If the alliance wins, it would be only natural to exterminate the orcs.

Once the Stormwind Kingdom is restored, Duke's status will be exaggerated. He is the real grand duke and great lord.

In the eastern part of the fertile Elwynn Forest, a small piece of Night Forest, plus a large piece of Red Ridge Mountain and the Deadwind Pass area, depending on the situation, Duke's fiefdom may not stop there in the future. This is a larger and better land than the entire Arathi Highlands!

These knight candidates were almost crazy with excitement. They can't wait to become Duke's followers and put on the battle robe of the Marcus family.

Of course, there is another prerequisite for this. Duke must successfully evacuate the 50,000 Stormgardians to Stromgarde.

There are 20,000 elite soldiers, 10,000 auxiliary soldiers, and 20,000 craftsmen and militiamen.

If Duke was just a brat with no real achievements, or if he had a better idea, King Thoras Trollbane would not let Duke arrange anything.

But he was Duke, that League hero Duke Marcus.

The weight of this name alone is enough to make Solas trust Duke more than himself.

When Solas asked "what are you going to do" and Duke took out a thick stack of action guides that had been prepared earlier, Solas was stunned for three seconds.

Without waiting for Duke to explain in detail, Solas snapped his fingers at his group of generals: "I order you in the name of King Stormgard and the general of the Union Army. During the next retreat, you Everyone must obey the orders of the deputy commander, Master Marcus. Those who disobey the orders will be punished by my sword."

After finishing speaking, Solas untied his saber and handed it to Duke heavily.

Duke was dumbfounded.

King Solas smiled faintly: "I'm sorry, I'm the kind of person who can't help but rush forward when I see a battle, and the Trollbane family will only fight until the last moment... Victory or death. I stay Here, instead, it will interfere with your command and become your burden. I only hope that you will not fail the trust of me and the people of Stromgarde. At least 50,000 ladies are waiting for the return of their men."

Duke's expression froze: "Don't worry, since I can lead fifty thousand soldiers of the besieged Stormwind Kingdom across the sea, I can bring fifty thousand Stromgarde people back to their homes and become the last line of defense for Stromgarde."

That night, the orcs of the tribe responsible for reclamation discovered the changes on the other side.

Compared with daytime, orcs prefer to reclamation at night, because at night, all ballistas and stone throwers on the opposite bank will have a sharp drop in accuracy. Often the degree of work completion in one night can be compared to four days.

But this day was different.

When the orc reclamation force came to the middle of the already shallow strait, a string of sparkling 'flares' rose from the other side of the strait, turning the area of ​​more than 100 meters in diameter around the luminous point into daylight.

In the next moment, accompanied by a fierce battle drum, countless bowstrings sounded from the other side.

Large catapults, small arrows, and broken stones scattered like flowers by a goddess, all poured on the vital points of the orcs who came to fill the sea with the stones on their backs.

Not only does it appear to be attacking intensively, but the effect of the attack is also overwhelming.

None of the more than 200 orc laborers who went up were spared. They all died there and none of them came back.

Five minutes later, the orcs at a reclamation site in the middle of the strait received the same devastating blow.

Five minutes later, the same goes downstream.

The orc commander was horrified.

What the hell is this?

As a last resort, he hurriedly called the Dragonmaw Orc's dragoon regiment, but there still seemed to be that terrifying and terrifying elf ranger on the opposite side. With the support of the high elves' dark vision ability, the sharp arrow of death still pierced the throat of the orc cavalry without any deviation.

Throughout the night, at five crossings, the orcs lost the lives of two thousand hard laborers, but the progress became completely stagnant.

After receiving the report, Red Blackhand, the son of the former great chief, didn't care: "Let Zuluhed continue to dispatch his precious red lizard. Keep attacking during the day, and I'll see how long the human energy consumes."

Orcs don't have the talent for dark vision, because the red dragons don't cooperate, and the effect of orc dragoons dispatched during the day is better.

The offensive on the Sador Bridge is still going on, and humans seem to concentrate their forces on the bridge, and the defense of the bridge is still airtight. Elsewhere, however, dragoons managed to destroy more than a hundred unguarded ballistas and catapults on this day.