Chapter 770 I May Be a Fake Archmage

fear.

spreading endlessly.

Although this will no longer be the Eastern Kingdom continent that has lasted for more than two thousand years of peace, people have enjoyed peace for another ten years.

For many middle-aged and elderly people, the last battle at the Dark Portal seems like yesterday.

The horror of yesterday has not completely dissipated, and the cloud of death once again hangs over every living being.

The Scourge.

Immortal.

Eternal servitude from which even death cannot escape!

When the scary stories used to scare children in myths and legends become reality, the fear in people's hearts can no longer subside.

Not to mention, the fall of the capitals of the two most powerful kingdoms in the alliance pushed this terror to its peak.

I once thought that it would be safe to go to the beach.

When the refugees fled to the seaside from the dark world shrouded by the canopy of the dead, they found that they still had no sense of security.

Different from the first battle of the Dark Portal, the people waiting to evacuate in Stormwind City were also uneasy. The key was that there were several tall and majestic city walls behind them, which gave the refugees an inexplicable sense of psychological security. At least until he saw the ferocious face of the orc, he felt safe.

The Beiliu coast is different.

Although after nearly ten years of development, this place has become one of the four major ports in the northern continent of Lordaeron, along with the Nanliu Coast, South Sea Port and Quel'Thalas Port, but it is not essentially a strong city. There is only a five-meter-high city wall next to the harbor.

Think about it, the city of Lordaeron with a wall 30 meters high has fallen, and the city of Dalaran with hundreds of mage towers has also fallen. What is the use of this mere five-meter-high harbor city wall?

The result of the spread of panic was all kinds of disorder and endless riots, which in turn further delayed the evacuation.

Beiliu Port is not a large port in the true sense. It can only accommodate five largest battleships and thirty small and medium-sized ships to dock at the same time. It's not that Ilucia didn't want to make this place bigger in the past ten years, but because this is the territory of Lordaeron after all, and the people of Lordaeron have always been extremely malicious and vigilant about the demands of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

"Why do we build such a big port with just a few merchant ships every year? Is it convenient for you, Storm, and Kul Tiras to invade Lordaeron together one day?" The hostility of the lords of Lordaeron made Ilucia choke. Half dead.

Not to mention the Nanliu Coast controlled by Gilneas. Gilneas' power is shrinking on one side, but on the other side it still has not given up its country's control over the southern part of Silverpine Forest.

As a result, these two coastal ports have been unable to expand.

Well now, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are about to arrive, plus more than 300,000 Lordaeron refugees are already stranded here. It is foreseeable that more refugees will flock here in the coming period.

It's not because there are no ships, but because the port is too small, creating a real bottleneck. Except for docks, large ships cannot dock on gentle beaches. Large ships with too deep draft will run aground on the beach.

To this end, the Kul Tirans have been frantically ferrying refugees from the beach to boats in small boats.

The question is, can the efficiency of using a small boat to carry people compare with the efficiency of people boarding the ship directly at the pier?

It is because of the hostility and shortsightedness of the people of Lordaeron that the lifeline of the people of Lordaeron is now stuck.

In the past few days, Count Trosma, who is in charge of the port, has been scolded so much that he almost jumped into the sea.

Unfortunately, all to no avail.

At this time, Duke came.

Faced with this scene, Duke also raised his eyebrows, and Mograine and the others were extremely dark-faced.

In front of Duke, who was holding the scepter given by the Queen, and the real Grand Duke Mograine, Count Trosmar was really scared to death. There are several bosses here who can kill him with just a few words and bury him at sea.

Duke could only smile bitterly. I didn't expect that I had traveled so long and avoided the bad evacuation of Stormport, but because I had been missing for ten years, Ilucia was unable to deal with the noble Lord of Lordaeron.

Sure enough, it is impossible for a time traveler to change everything in one breath!

"If this continues, we may have to hold on for more than three months!" Mograine had already used the most optimistic estimate.

Three months?

Don't mistake the undead for being blind!

Three months was enough for Alsace's Scourge to wipe out the place several times.

The news Duke had just received was that Uther's body had been found and was thrown like garbage on the roadside near Caer Dalon... This also meant that Arthas had fallen deeper and had greater power.

He didn't know why Arthas would go against Stromgarde contrary to history, but Duke never believed that Arthas would ignore hundreds of thousands of people on their side so easily and for a long time and let them evacuate safely.

"We need a miracle." Abidis lamented.

"If a miracle can happen casually, it wouldn't be called a miracle." Mograine patted his old partner on the shoulder. The two of them understood each other in each other's eyes - well, without him, it was just a fight to the death.

It happened that at this time, Duke spoke, and he pointed at his young face: "Wait a minute, what you see may be a fake archmage."

"ha!?"

Duke said he might be a fake archmage?

What the hell is this?

Everyone couldn't understand, but this did not prevent them from accepting Duke's order to clear out all the seaside slightly south of the Beiliu coast.

There were no people, no ships, only hundreds of Scarlet Cross Legion soldiers following Duke and over a hundred officials and nobles.

Duke stood on the beach, less than two meters in front of his feet was the waterline that was constantly rushing towards him.

He still has the same appearance as ten years ago, with short hair and a blue and white mage robe that rustled in the sea breeze.

With a gentle sigh, Duke had a ball of white light on his hand. He is standing on the line separating the sea and the earth. As soon as he raised his hand, the ball of light began to become larger than the carriage carriage, floating in the air. The icy cold light above reflected the calm expression on the alliance commander's face.

It is also the cold breath released in the hot summer. Unlike the deathly cold in Alsace that makes people fall straight into the ice cave, Duke's cold breath makes people feel like drinking a drink while enjoying the sun and beach. The pleasure of an ice drink.

Because of the angle, no one could see that Duke's pupils had changed color, from the black as deep as the universe to a pair of illusory pupils that seemed to be flowing with pure silver.

The shining light ball rose higher and higher, and the light ball suddenly began to dissipate in mid-air.

The world suddenly cooled down.

The whole beach and the whole sea seemed to be hit by a fierce cold current of unknown origin, and suddenly the whole thing was shaken.

The next moment, everyone was dumbfounded because...

The sea - frozen.