Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 586: Reform

These two powerful chiefs were convinced that it was all Gul'dan's fault.

On the main roads of Draenor, the plains that were originally covered with trees and vegetation became lifeless, the once vibrant trees all withered, and the originally blue sky now turned as bright red as blood; all this was caused by those warlocks and their endless desire for power.

Not only that, they destroyed Draenor, but Gul'dan was the mastermind behind all of this. It was also because of his fault that the Horde was unable to defeat the Alliance and conquer the world called Azeroth.

This is all because that cunning warlock and his people betrayed the Horde at the critical moment and went to the tomb of the damn demon lord Sargeras to seek power, which caused the front line to collapse!

"What should I do? You are already the wisest chieftain I know! You are not as good as me in fighting, but I am not as smart as you." Kargath exposed his weakness without any concealment.

I'm not as good as you in fighting?

A dim red light shone from the place where Kilrogg's 'dead eye' was, but it was only a flash. He didn't need to argue with Kargath , as he knew very well how fierce Kargath, the madman who had broken his arm in the captivity of the ogres and fought his way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was. If he aroused the fighting desire of this battle maniac, it would not be a matter of a day or a half to decide the outcome.

"We must first form the core of a new tribe."

"Core!?"

"Yes! A powerful clan alliance that all clans have to recognize, just like the Blackrock Clan back then. Without a strong core as a banner, those guys who only care about muscle and only see the increasingly smaller hunting grounds in front of them will not listen to anyone."

Kargath groaned for a moment and said, "The Blackrock Clan is destroyed. It would be better if the Warsong Clan were here."

"Yeah! It's a pity that Hellscream is trapped in Azeroth."

This is the chain reaction.

If only one Blackrock clan kneels in Azeroth, then there will naturally be a second and third clan that will follow closely to take its place.

However, Duke did a great job because he understood the structure and relationships of the Horde.

Blackrock was killed, Warsong was trapped, Blood Ring, Dragonmaw, and Shattered Hand were crippled, and with the addition of the already exiled Frostwolves, it was tantamount to wiping out the top five clans in the Horde.

the Horde is now in a typical situation of being leaderless.

Duke had no idea that he had betrayed the Horde so badly during the Second War, which directly led to the delay of Ner'zhul's return.

What he didn't know was that a fierce argument had already broken out about his existence at some point in the future.

In an illusory, intangible spiritual space, several voices were arguing with each other.

"Edmund Duke is an absolute blasphemy and destruction of the timeline!"

"Let's be clear. We, the bronze Dragonflight, are the guardians of Azeroth first, and then the guardians of time."

"Are you sure this Duke is on the side of the Guardians? One of the possibilities we deduced is that he could become the Lich King!"

"That's just one of 1,024 possibilities. Why don't you say there's an 82% chance it will get better? And a 17% chance it will stay the same?"

"No, tampering is tampering. He must be warned."

"Carlo, stop. At that time, His Majesty the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu had clearly rejected any interference from us. Even if you go back, it will be meaningless. Your strength will be weakened to the point where you are even weaker than that of a mortal."

"Okay... I give in this time. Next time, I'll do it myself."

In other words, it was inevitable that Duke would arouse the wrath of the bronze dragon in the future timeline, because this guy had already started playing with the changing of times.

If the previous Azeroth had a typical medieval worldview on Earth with magic, then Duke is now pushing Stormwind and Ironforge from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance.

In fact, Duke wanted to push Azeroth to the industrial revolution in a short period of time, but the three dwarf races representing the highest technology in Azeroth - dwarves, gnomes, and goblins - all chose the wrong technological talents. It was not an easy task to bring back their various unreliable and suicidal ideas.

Initially, Duke wanted to promote rifles in the human army. Unfortunately, the level of muskets in this world is currently only the muzzle-loading rifles that use solid bullets.

The barrel was not only thick, but it could not fire continuously and was prone to bursting. When the enemy was charging, the bow could generally fire about three rounds, but in that time, the musket could only fire one round at most.

Even three-stage shooting is not enough to make up for this substantial firepower deficiency.

So Duke had to continue to play with shields and lances in the front row and spearmen in the middle row.

The only major change was Duke's introduction of the Dwarven Mortar. The mortars of this era were not standard mortars, but more like a supportive short-barreled cannon, except that Duke improved the shells and the gunpowder that fired the shells.

The shells were changed from solid shells to hollow iron balls filled with iron lumps and pellets to increase the scattering lethality.

The gunpowder was changed from adding gunpowder powder each time to putting the gunpowder in a gunpowder bag wrapped in oil paper. It still ignites in the same way when it is fired, but the time for adding gunpowder is shortened, which in turn increases the shooting rate.

Duke began training mortar soldiers, after all, this could provide soldiers with additional medium- and short-range fire support.

Standing at the shooting range of Nethergarde, the senior officials of the Alliance were astonished as they watched Duke's mortar team fire shells at a rate of two rounds per minute, each round being able to accurately blow a dozen armored scarecrows to pieces.

"It feels like we spend ten years to train a knight, who may be dead in a minute on the battlefield. It's not as good as your three months training a group of mortar gunners." Anduin put his hands on his hips helplessly.

Duke shrugged. "It's not like you haven't experienced the Battle of Blackrock Mountain. If it weren't for the dwarf's steam tank troops, would you and I still be able to stand here and talk so leisurely?"

"That's right! Technology is the primary productive force!" The gnome master craftsman Gelbin recited Duke's famous saying.

Anduin looked at the huge steel vehicle coming from the north, driving directly into Nethergarde along the huge rails on the drawbridge, and sighed deeply: "I didn't believe in technology before. Although I have been to Ironforge, I still can't imagine that it only takes one day to cross the entire Elwynn Forest. It only takes three days to get from Stormwind City to Nethergarde."

Anduin Lothar, who had spent some time in the unfinished Nethergarde, knew very well what a miracle this was.