Chapter 684 Dark Gate 3 Years

The reason why conspiracies are scary is because they are hidden beneath all appearances.

The time traveler knows the plot and this kind of cheating is actually an unreasonable way of getting to the essence through the fog.

The only thing Duke is unsure about now is another thing - why did the robbery team sent by Ner'zhul in history succeed so easily and steal three artifacts? One of the most important reasons is the intervention of Neltharion, Deathwing.

With the help of the former Aspect Dragon whose bunker can fly, the [Eye of Dalaran] stored in Dalaran's most closely guarded treasure house is no different from an exhibit placed in a glass showcase.

The problem is... Neltharion has been tricked by Duke!

If the attempt to steal the three artifacts fails, the Dark Portal will not be completely reopened, and there will be no expeditionary force and the subsequent Draenor explosion.

oh!

So cool!

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I don’t have to work so hard.

Duke hugged Alleria with all his strength. He felt like he wanted to rub the lover in his arms into his body and completely merge with him. Smelling the fragrance wafting from the golden hair, Duke He swore secretly: "Come on, Ner'zhul! I don't care whether you are the best shaman of the orcs or the powerful Lich King! I have dug a big hole for you, it depends on when you jump out Come to the pit!"

Strategy is particularly effective when you are weak and must attack the strong with the weak.

When you are strong enough to push the enemy aside, then it is meaningless for the enemy to plot any tricks.

In the third year of Dark Portal, almost the entire year was spent in the midst of the vigorous reconstruction of the kingdom.

In May, the Kingdom of Stormwind announced the implementation of compulsory military service, and every adult male over the age of 16 must undergo three months of military training. Additionally, women who master javelin skills receive additional rewards.

In June, the Stormwind City reconstruction site introduced a steam crane jointly improved by Duke and the dwarves, and the reconstruction work was greatly accelerated. The Alliance also started building Nethergarde Keep in the Blasted Lands.

In July, the Stormwind Kingdom engineering team, under the cover of Duke Marcus's private army, laid a cement road all the way to Redridge Mountain and directly to the entrance of the Swamp of Sorrows.

In the same month, a large number of murlocs and naga entered the swamp and fought fiercely with swamp creatures and orcs wandering in the swamp area.

Supplies to the Alliance military camp in the Blasted Land began to flow smoothly.

In August, due to the bumper harvest of the first batch of summer grain in the Western Wilderness, large quantities of grain were transported to various parts of Elwynn Forest via cement roads, quelling possible food shortages.

At the end of September, the fertile fields of Elwynn Forest had a good harvest, and the whole country rejoiced.

In October, the construction of a cement road running through the entire Swamp of Sorrows from north to south was completed, and a large number of guard towers were erected along the road.

In November, before winter completely sets in, the double-track railway across Elwynn Forest is completed. This marks that the triangular intersection area from Stormwind City to Redridge Mountain can now be reached in two days.

Trains using early steam engines could now pull four wagons at a time and transport nearly a thousand soldiers to the Redridge Mountains quickly.

I heard that newer steam engines are already under development.

In December, the Southern Continent Defense Command was established in Redridge Mountains, with Anduin Lothar as commander-in-chief and Turalyon as commander of the Alliance forces in the Blasted Lands.

While the Alliance is rebuilding and actively preparing for the upcoming war, what is the Horde doing?

Feel sorry!

The tribes are still fighting among themselves!

A spiked battle ax transformed from the mandible of a giant beast was swung by its owner. The speed and power were so amazing that when it hit its target, a sharp whistle was heard in the air.

Under the shining of the winter sun, the dozens of blood pillars spurting out from the neck of the chopped orc strongman exuded a fierce brilliance.

The owner of the axe was laughing maniacally, opening his green-tattooed jaw to an almost impossible width. As he moved, the long black hair fluttered behind his head, and an indescribable red evil light emitted from his blind left eye socket.

His other remaining eye kept turning, and the battle ax following him kept slashing at the enemies who dared to stand in front of him.

"Weak! Too weak! Too weak! It seems like scum like you can't even defeat humans, but you actually dare to come to die on the territory of my Blood Ring Clan!?" Kilrogg *Dead Eyes roared.

He continued to wield the battle ax in his hand, killing fellow orcs from different clans like meat.

Victory is beyond doubt.

But Kilrogg felt a sense of emptiness. The enemy in front of him was too weak. Compared with the human paladin he had fought with before, the gap between a wild boar and a giant dragon was as big as that between a wild boar and a giant dragon.

His superb skills and powerful strength were useless.

"Kilrogg!"

Kilrogg heard someone calling his name, snorted, turned around, and forced himself not to be immersed in the desire for bloody battles.

"Kargas!?"

It was Kargas Blade Fist who came.

It was not a wise thing to rush in when the two clans were fighting fiercely. If he doesn't do it right, both warring parties will turn around and attack him at the same time.

He doesn't care.

Because he is Kargas* Blade Fist.

Kargas was simply taking a leisurely stroll on the battlefield. If any blind orc pounces on him, he will use the serrated evil blade on his severed arm to send that guy to reincarnation.

The battle was actually at the end. This hungry little clan accidentally bumped into the territory of the Blood Ring Clan, which seemed to have fewer people. Their tragic ending was doomed from the beginning.

There was no pursuit of this small clan, Kilrogg's men would do it themselves.

Kilrogg walked toward Kargath carrying his sharp-toothed battle ax. Although he was still performing vigorous activities just now, he was only breathing lightly now.

He looked up at Kargas, and no matter how many times, the evil blade on Kargas' broken arm always left a deep impression on him.

"Old friend!" Kilrogg waited for the leader of the Brokenhand clan to come to him. They held each other's hands - right hands, of course. Kilrogg didn't want to shake hands and hold the opponent's blade.

"It seems that your clan's population has not recovered yet! You should learn from my clan!" Kargas showed a rough and cruel smile.

Kilrogg rolled his only remaining eye.

Damn you, do you think anyone can imitate your Shattered Hand clan? Just cut off a hand and equip it with a war blade to join the clan.

Thanks to this brutal yet simple and effective act, the Shatterhand clan's population expanded rapidly.

"The Blood Ring Clan will rise again. But, you too, are you fed up with this boring internal fighting?"

"Yes! If it weren't for Gul'dan, we would have won!"