Chapter 687 Two Worlds

Unfortunately, Arcane Puppet has a serious problem, which is that it consumes extremely high magic power. One mana emerald can only make it work for one hour. According to Dalaran's algorithm, this means that the cost of using an arcane golem for one hour is more than 100 gold coins.

In the eyes of the allies, how is this a city?

This is just like stacking gold coins on the ground and melting them!

If Duke hadn't been so sure when the Dark Portal was closed, it is very likely that the Dark Portal would be opened again within two years. The alliance bosses would not even be willing to provide that few people, let alone see the huge project here later. , 5 million gold coins that were collected voluntarily.

However, seeing that Duke was so big, no one could ask where the 5 million went or what it was used for. Anyway, the ministers of each family swore that if it were them, considering the harsh geological conditions and serious supply and manpower problems here, 5 million would only be enough to build the walls of the Watch Fortress.

Forget about any urn city, turrets, arrow towers, or peripheral bastions, let alone building a train station inside.

Who could, like Duke, rebuild two cities in one go and build a complete high-speed supply line?

King Ryan stood next to Duke: "Now that the Watch Castle is built, can you breathe a sigh of relief?"

Duke nodded: "That's right."

Anduin was more concerned about another question: "What if the Horde doesn't come within two years?"

"I'm 90% sure that the Horde will come. If they really don't come, at worst, this place will be guarded by the Marcus family for generations to come." Duke curled his lips. He didn't believe that the Burning Legion could wait that long.

"You are so willing, you are only 19 years old!"

"For Azeroth." When Duke spoke calmly, unknowingly, the moral integrity inherited from Alonsus Faol began to respond to Duke's will, making him seem to exude a sacred energy. of faint golden light.

That is the will of the saint and the will of the hero.

Others seemed to see that the young Duke's whole person seemed to be sublimated because of these words.

For a moment, everyone around him was in awe of Duke's words.

"Yes! For Azeroth!" Ryan and Anduin both stretched out their right hands, palms down, with the backs of their hands facing the sky, stacked on top of each other, and looked at everyone at the same time.

"For Azeroth!" The bronze-bearded dwarf king Magni was relatively short. He directly held the hands of the dwarf great craftsman Gelbin and his clan brother Kurdran and held them underneath.

"For Azeroth!" Daelin and Solas smiled and put their hands on each other.

"We are all for Azeroth!" Antonidas and Terenas put their two eldest hands on top.

The war is over, and a new war will surely come. Perhaps each country has its own interests and concerns, but in the face of a huge threat that can destroy them all, they all have to ignore their differences and stand together closely.

Duke also put his hand on it: "Well, let's work hard together!"

At this moment, in Shadowmoon Valley on the planet Draenor.

Two figures who were short and slender compared to the orcs walked into the Shadowmoon Clan's village as if no one else was around.

"Ner'zhul——" A strange cry with a certain evil aura echoed throughout the village.

Tyron Bloodfiend and Jazz Soulbreaker, who was also the first-generation death knight, were walking on the central avenue of the village. The iron leg armor rarely used by orcs stepped on the ground, raising thick dust under their feet.

The curious orc villagers poked their heads out of the doors and windows of their simple houses to get a closer look. When they met the intruder's red eyes that shone with strange light, everyone felt a cold feeling that penetrated their souls. So everyone was scared back.

"Ner'zhul——" Talon shouted again in a cold and deathly dissatisfied tone: "I want to talk to you! Don't let me force you out!"

His shout finally had a reaction here, and several tall and burly green giants carrying heavy iron axes came behind the two of them.

A rough voice came from behind: "I don't know who you are, and I don't care who you are. What you are invading now is the territory of the Shadowmoon clan. Get out now, or die!"

The death knight turned to face the strong orc warrior who had just approached from behind him: "I - Tyron Bloodfiend is looking for Ner'zhul. Send a message to him for me, or get away from me."

The orc looked a little uneasy when he heard the name.

"Gorefiend? Are you that Death Knight!?" His face was distorted with disgust, revealing two fangs. He looked at the Blood Demon and his companions, and plucked up the courage to say: "Don't provoke the Shadowmoon clan, otherwise we can let you death knights die again."

Jazz smiled: "Then we really want to see how you let us die again."

Tai Lung nodded slightly, and suddenly several figures walked out of the shadows of the huts in the village and came to the two death knights. Although they were wearing hoods, their eyes with strange light were still clearly visible.

Talon smiled, and the orc gulped.

"Last chance, find Ner'zhul quickly, otherwise your arrogance will make you die miserably."

Orcs always have a persistence in their own land that is unexpected by others.

"Ner'zhul sees no one." Although he had begun to sweat, it was obvious that he had tightened his grip on the ax in his hand.

"Oh." Tyrone sighed softly. His long-rotten lungs took in a breath and then expelled it, making a strange whistling sound: "You can die."

Without waiting for the orc to answer, Talon stretched out his right hand protected by a plate glove and chanted some spell in a low voice.

The sudden severe pain made the orc forget to breathe and he bent over in pain.

Talon clenched his fist, and at the same time, red blood suddenly spurted out from the unfortunate orc's nose, eyes, and mouth.

Without staying for a second, Talon turned and headed deeper into the village. He no longer had any interest in torturing this annoying orc.

Along the way, it seemed that he had killed too many of these brainless guys.

"Evil dark magic!" A Shadow Moon warrior shouted out and grabbed the battle ax beside him: "Kill them! Otherwise no one will be spared!"

His roar received responses from several orcs around him, and they all rushed over with their weapons raised.

Talon* Bloodfiend turned around with lightning speed, his glowing eyes narrowed.

"Since you want to die, the worst I can do is kill you all and then go find Ner'zhul myself."