Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 585: GUL"DAN!!!

The reason why conspiracy is scary is that it lurks beneath all appearances.

The cheating behavior of the time traveler knowing the plot is actually to see through the fog and get to the essence in an unreasonable way.

The only thing Duke was unsure of now was another thing - why did the robbery team sent by Ner'zhul in history succeed so easily and snatch three artifacts? One of the most important reasons was that Deathwing Neltharion intervened.

With the help of the former guardian dragon whose fortress was so big that it could fly, the Eye of Dalaran, stored in the most heavily guarded treasury in Dalaran, is no different from an exhibit in a glass case.

The problem is...Neltharionhas been killed by Duke!

If the attempt to steal the three artifacts failed, the Dark Portal would not have been fully reopened, there would have been no expedition, and there would have been no subsequent explosion in Draenor.

So cool!

It's exciting just thinking about it. I don't have to work so hard anymore.

Duke hugged Alleria tightly, wishing he could rub the lover in his arms into his body and completely merge with her. Sniffing the fragrance wafting from her golden hair, Duke swore to himself: "Come on, Ner'zhul! I don't care if you are the number one shaman of the orcs or the powerful Lich King! I have already dug a big hole for you, and it depends on when you jump into it!"

Strategy is particularly effective when one is weak and must use the weak to defeat the strong.

When you are strong enough to defeat the enemy, then any conspiracies and tricks of the enemy will be meaningless.

The year 3 after Dark Gate was almost entirely spent in the hustle and bustle of rebuilding the kingdom.

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

In June, the Stormwind City reconstruction site introduced a steam crane improved by Duke and the dwarves, which greatly accelerated the reconstruction work. At the same time, the Alliance began to build the Watchtower in the Cursed Land.

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

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

Supply traffic to the Alliance camp in the Cursed Land began to flow smoothly.

In August, because the first batch of summer grain in the Westfall had a good harvest, a large amount of grain was transported to various parts of Elwynn Forest via cement roads, thus alleviating a possible famine.

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

In October, the cement road that runs through the entire Swamp of Sorrows from north to south was completed, and a large number of watchtowers were built along the road.

In November, before winter completely set in, the double-track railway that ran through the entire Elwynn Forest was completed. This meant that the triangular intersection area from Stormwind City to Redridge Mountains could now be reached in two days.

Trains powered by early steam engines could now pull four carriages at a time, transporting nearly a thousand soldiers quickly to the Red Ridge Mountains.

I heard that newer steam engines are already under development.

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

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

Feeling sorry!

The Horde is still fighting among itself!

A spiked battle axe made from the jawbone of a giant beast was wielded by its master with such amazing speed and power that when it hit its target, a sharp whistle was heard in the air.

Under the shining winter sun, dozens of blood pillars spurting out from the necks of the chopped orcs emitted a fierce glow.

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

His only remaining eye kept moving, following his battle axe as he chopped down the enemies who dared to stand in his way.

"Weak! Too weak! Too weak! It seems that scum like you can't even beat humans, and you dare to come to my Blood Hollow Clan's territory to die!?" Kilrogg Dead Eye roared.

He continued to swing the battle axe in his hand, killing his fellow orcs from different clans like cutting meat.

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But Kilrogg felt a sense of emptiness. The enemy before him was too weak. Compared with the human paladins he had fought before, he was like the difference between a wild boar and a dragon.

His superb skills and powerful strength were rendered useless.

"Kilrogg!"

Kilrogg heard his name being called, snorted, turned away, and forced himself to stop indulging in his desire for bloody battle.

"Kargath!?"

It was Kargath Bladefist who came.

It was not a wise thing to rush in when two clans were fighting fiercely. If he was not careful, both sides would turn around and attack him at the same time.

He doesn't care.

Because he is Kargath Bladefist.

Kargath strolled across the battlefield with ease, and if any blind orc pounced on him, he would use the evil, jagged warblade on his severed arm to send that creature to his grave.

The battle was actually coming to an end. This small, starving clan had the audacity to run into the Blood Ring Clan's territory, 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 that themselves.

Kilrogg walked towards Kargath carrying his sharp-toothed battle axe, breathing only lightly despite his intense activity just now.

He looked up at Kargath. No matter how many times, the evil blade on Kargath's broken arm always left a deep impression on him.

"Old friend!" Kilrogg waited for the Shatterhand leader to come to him. They shook hands tightly - right hands, of course. Kilrogg didn't want to shake hands with the other's blade.

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

Kilrogg rolled his only remaining eye.

Damn it, do you think anyone can learn from your Shattered Palm Clan? Just cut off a hand, equip it with a war blade and you'll join the clan.

Thanks to this brutal yet simple and effective act, the population of the Broken Hand Clan expanded rapidly.

"The Bleeding Hollow clan will rise again. But, are you also tired of this boring infighting?"

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