Chapter 668 St. Duke (Part 1)

Chapter 668 Saint Duke (Part 1)

In February of the 3rd year of the Dark Portal, the earth was still frozen, and everything showed no sign of waking up.

This is the most difficult time in winter. It’s still winter, but the food is almost gone.

In the northern continent of Lordaeron, the corpses of people who died of freezing and starvation can be seen everywhere. Because the weather was too cold, there was no need to worry about the plague, but the hard ice made all the people give up the plan of burying their companions or neighbors.

The nobles of Lordaeron celebrated the victory of the war in the warm castle. In the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south of the continent, Ryan took the little prince Varian to inspect the territory.

Yes, braving the minus-5 degree cold wind and light snow.

Because there were still remnants of orcs in the depths of Elwynn Forest, Ryan had to travel with more than 500 Royal Knights. Of course, there will be no shortage of paladins, priests, hunters, mages, and several rangers from the Windrunner family.

Passing by the cemetery outside Goldshire, several frozen corpses jumped into the sight of Ryan and Varian.

"What's going on?" Anduin, who was following Ryan's inspection, felt an unknown fire burning in his chest.

There was no need for him to get angry. Naturally, his entourage summoned the frightened mayor of Goldsmith Town.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, we didn't know you would come on patrol."

"I don't know? Does that give you enough time to hide the body?" King Ryan's words, which contained a knife, were even more majestic.

"That's not the case, Your Majesty. Please take a closer look, Your Majesty. Most of them are old people." The frightened mayor defended himself repeatedly.

Ryan took a look and saw that it was indeed the case.

"They were not in good health before they came back to Elwynn Forest. Everyone advised them not to come back, but they just said that they would die in their hometown. After being bumpy on the ship for more than a week, we tried our best to take care of them. According to According to Lord Marcus’ instructions, we have always placed them near doctors or priests. It’s a pity that they didn’t make it through.”

The mayor's defense left Ryan and others in silence.

Hometown has a special sacred meaning for every citizen of Stormwind Kingdom.

Thousands of years have passed since the founding of the Kingdom, and many people have never left their homeland throughout their lives. During the days when the Kingdom of Stormwind fell, even Ryan himself thought painfully countless times about whether he would ever have the chance to return to the Kingdom of Stormwind, a land that had been passed down for dozens of generations.

In the days after the fall, perhaps I and the people were still eager to restore the country. What if he is killed in battle, and then all the warriors who are dedicated to restoring the country also die in battle? What if it drags on for five or ten years and still fails to restore the country? How many people will be left who are willing to support the restoration of the Kingdom of Stormwind?

Ryan, Anduin, and even the young Varian can truly understand the desire of the citizens, especially the elderly citizens, to return to their hometown.

Ryan sighed, and in the cold winter weather, this sigh formed an ice mist, which was extremely clear: "Mr. Mayor, I accept your explanation, but now please take us to a place where civilians gather. I want to use my eyes to witness the fruits of your work and your loyalty to the kingdom and its people.”

"Of course! Of course!" The mayor wiped the beads of sweat that had begun to form on his face and hurriedly led Ryan into the town.

Since Goldshire was once the base for the Horde to attack Stormwind City, and was burned down by Duke, even after more than a year, many trees still looked bare, either dead or not yet growing back.

In the somewhat deserted town, Ryan was pleased to see many human-style houses standing in the town. A year and a half ago, the same location was occupied by the tribe's disgusting, dirty and messy tents.

"Father, many of the houses here look the same." Prince Varian shouted in surprise.

Ryan was also surprised. As a king, he only saw the report sent by Duke, saying how many houses had been built. Regarding internal affairs reports, Ryan always looked at them with a watery eye. In Ryan's impression, it would be good if one-tenth of the houses could be built and other citizens could have relatively sturdy tents.

Now it seems that Duke's report is completely true and has no water at all!

"Thanks to Archduke Marcus's new building manual, we were able to build a winter house for every household in the town before winter came, a total of 1,120 households. As long as there is a man in the family, even if he doesn't know how to build, Under the direction of the craftsmen, five or six people can build a solid house within a month.”

Lion, Anduin, and Varian were all shocked.

They knew nothing about building houses, but they had seen how houses were built by carpenters and masons in the old days. It takes less than half a year to build a house.

Now what kind of efficiency is this?

The mayor first took the king and his party to the warehouse

I saw a lot of wood neatly stacked in the warehouse. Ryan noticed that there were grooves on both ends of each wood: "This is..."

Mayor: "Well, I don't know the specifics. Mr. Van Cleef of the Masons' Brotherhood explained a lot to me at the time. He said that as long as the pillars and beams marked with designated numbers are placed at designated locations on the flat ground, they will They can be directly overlapped and nailed on top to make the frame of the house, and the house will not fall apart. Then cover it with the double-layer wooden boards prepared in advance, and a house is basically built."

"That's it?" Anduin was also stunned.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about the stove for heating. This can only be built by women who are relatively free."

"Take me to see." Ryan ordered.

After not walking far, a group of people arrived at a civilian home on the edge of the town. After knocking on the owner's door, the farmer greeted the king and his entourage in panic.

"No need to kneel, just stand and talk."

In this age of strict hierarchy, it is a great gift for commoners to see the king without having to kneel down. If you want them to sit together, you won't even dare to kill them.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The man said together with his wife and three and a half-year-old children.

"Are you a soldier on leave?" Anduin noticed the male master's necklace. There is a rectangular brand on the necklace. This is Duke's idea-a military brand. The military plaque marks the soldier's name, place of origin, affiliation and meritorious service.

The man immediately stood at attention, with a standard military posture: "Joseph Adams, the fifth squad leader of the third battalion of the fifth infantry regiment of the Kingdom, salutes you, your Excellency, Commander Lothar."

"How was your winter?" Ryan asked with a smile.

"Thanks to Saint Duke, we are doing well." The moment he almost finished speaking, Joseph's face changed color.

“Saint*Duke?”