Chapter 70 The 100-Day Countdown Before the Opening Ceremony (Part 2)

Seeing that the three of them had finished arguing, Duke continued: "The second one is early warning. Towns with conditions must build beacon towers at high places. Those without conditions can use flare guns."

"Flare gun?" Anduin frowned suspiciously.

Duke explained to Lothar the idea he came up with after seeing the dwarf's guns. The effect is a bit like fireworks. But stuff it into the pre-sealed gunpowder pack, and release it into the sky to shoot a colorful signal flare that flies tens of meters high.

"A specific code can be agreed on based on different colors. For example, red means that monsters are coming, and how many blues represent the approximate number of monsters."

One of the biggest problems in this era is the inconvenience of communication. Magical communication is a luxury, and most of the information is delivered by messengers on horseback. Only the most urgent ones will have Griffin Knights as messengers. But it is impossible for Griffins to be raised in every town, and no matter how fast the Griffin is, can it be as fast as the light source of the signal flare?

Ryan, Anduin, and Bolvar are all people who know the soldiers. When they heard this, they felt that this idea was brilliant. The three of them looked at each other and saw the approval in each other's eyes.

"Good opinion, I agree." Ryan made a decision.

"The third one—a strong army! I don't know the training of the kingdom's soldiers, but I think, if the enemy is really as tall and burly as I imagined, I can help the kingdom in my own way."

"Huh?" Anduin was slightly curious.

"The figures of the male Naga under me are a bit similar to what I saw in my hallucinations. Can I let them act as sparring partners?"

"Training partner?" Anduin immediately realized his mistakes and omissions in military training. He puts too much emphasis on man-to-man combat training. Regardless of what the tall monster Duke said looked like, at least Anduin had seen trolls.

There are indeed no trolls in the territories of the Storm Kingdom, Elwynn Forest, Westfall, and Redridge Mountains. But further south in Stranglethorn Vale. If a tall troll is used as the imaginary enemy, that would be fine. Maybe even if this is a false alarm, the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom will expand to Stranglethorn Vale in the future...

"Any other suggestions?" Ryan asked.

"I can't think of more for now."

Ryan asked Duke repeatedly about his hallucinations, and the three let Duke leave until Duke could no longer provide more information.

After Duke left, Ryan suddenly said, "What do you think?"

Bolvar first said: "If Duke Marcus is a spy, then he must be the worst one ever. The threat Medivh brings to us is real. And the method he provides, even if I After thinking about it a hundred times, I can’t figure out what’s bad for the kingdom.”

Anduin shrugged: "My intuition has always been accurate, Duke will not harm us. But I always feel that he seems to be hiding something."

"Secret?" Ryan asked.

"Well, I may have seen more, but for some reason I refused to speak."

"A charge against Medivh?"

Anduin slumped on the chair, letting the cold iron gauntlet stick to his forehead: "If there is a kid you don't know, suddenly come to you and tell you that your decades-old buddy may betray you , would you believe it?"

"Maybe the situation is not that far yet." Ryan could only barely suppress the alarm from his own reason, allowing emotions to temporarily gain the upper hand.

The three discussed repeatedly for a long time, and then recruited cabinet members, and finally passed Duke's proposal unanimously.

Three days later, in the Stormwind Barracks, the soldiers ushered in a group of special instructors—Naga.

Standing on the high platform of the barracks, Lothar was fully armed, and beside him was a tall, dried wolf-man corpse, and his deep voice spread everywhere.

"Now the kingdom is facing a new crisis—these damned monsters have mutated and multiplied, threatening the lives of every citizen. In the coming days, you will use your own swords to enter the forest and kill all these damned monsters. monster."

"Oh oh oh!"

Speaking of this, thousands of recruits below slapped their shields with their swords together and let out a majestic roar.

"Rookies, in order to prevent you from returning home as obituaries so easily once you go to the battlefield, we are honored to invite the Naga employees of Sir Duke Marcus to teach you a good lesson."

As soon as Lothar finished speaking, Duke next to him snapped his fingers. Ten male Naga, tall and majestic, generally two heads taller than human soldiers, came to the stage holding a huge mallet and swaying their thick python-like tails. up.

"Oh oh oh—"

"Isn't Naga evil? So is Naga a monster that must be killed?"

"Will we be eaten if we lose?"

The recruits below let out a strange cry.

"No, if you lose, your officer will only kick your ass." Lothar's answer greeted a burst of laughter from the soldiers.

Naturally, there is no need for Lothar to arrange everything for the following matters. Soon some military officers led Naga to various arenas, and then asked the strongest soldiers to make gestures to Naga first.

On the stage, Lothar, who was sitting and watching the situation, turned his head to Duke quietly: "By the way, isn't Naga holding a trident?"

At this moment, what Duke thinks about is the scene in the movie before time travel where the soldiers of Stormwind were easily killed by orcs. That's not a power level matchup at all. In front of the orcs whose arms were thicker than human thighs, the human soldiers were as weak as children.

One force will drop ten meetings.

Orcs often come down with a hammer, and human soldiers sometimes have their arms broken, or even their hands and heads are smashed into their bodies with a hammer, and they die tragically immediately.

Duke let out a sigh of relief: "I thought you were going to use trolls as your imaginary enemy."

Lothar's face froze for a moment, thinking that he was trying to conquer the troll territory in Stranglethorn Valley, and Duke saw through his idea of ​​opening up territory for Stormwind City.

"boom--"

The next moment, a scream came from the martial arts arena closest to Lothar.

"Ah—my hand! My hand!" A strong soldier fell to the ground, his sword had been thrown away, and he was clutching his obviously bent arm.

Next to him, stood a tall male Naga, who seemed a little at a loss in the face of the huge number of humans who suddenly became hostile.

"Stop! Everyone stop!" Anduin Lothar immediately realized that something was wrong, he jumped off the high platform and ran over.

At the same time, Duke followed.

The male Naga looked aggrieved: "I only used 50% of my strength."

"It's okay." Duke patted Naga's arm lightly.

"Damn it! You clearly want to kill Ladakh." A recruit roared angrily.