Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 588: Tyrone Bloodbrudda

Unfortunately, the arcane golem has a serious problem, which is that it consumes a lot of mana. One mana emerald can only make it work for one hour. According to Dalaran's calculation, 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 can this be called building a city?

This is simply like piling up the gold coins on the ground and melting them!

If Duke had not been extremely confident when the Dark Portal was closed, it is very likely that the Dark Portal would be opened again within two years. The bigwigs of the Alliance would not even be willing to send out that few people, let alone the 5 million gold coins that they voluntarily raised after seeing the huge project here.

However, seeing that Duke had paid the lion's share, no one dared to ask where the 5 million had gone or what it had been used for. In any case, the ministers of each family swore that if they were to do it, considering the harsh geological conditions and serious supply and manpower problems here, 5 million would only be enough to build the walls of Watchtower.

Forget about any urn city, any turrets, any arrow towers, or any outer bastions, let alone building a train station or something like that inside.

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

King Llane stood beside Duke and said, "Now that Nethergarde Fort is built, you can breathe a sigh of relief, right?"

Duke nodded: "I guess so."

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

"I'm 90% sure the Horde will come. If they really don't come, the worst that can happen is that this place will be handed over to the Edmund family to guard for generations." Duke curled his lips. He didn't believe that the Burning Legion could wait that long.

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"For Azeroth." As Duke spoke calmly, unconsciously, the moral integrity inherited from Alonsus Faol began to respond to Duke's will, making him seem to radiate a sacred, 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 soul seemed to be sublimated because of these words.

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

"Yes! For Azeroth!" Llane and Anduin stretched out their right hands at the same time, palms down, backs of their hands facing the sky, overlapping each other, and looked at everyone at the same time.

"For Azeroth!" Magni, the Bronzebeard Dwarf King, was relatively short, so he directly held the hands of the dwarf master craftsman Gelbin and his kinsman Kurdran and held them down.

"For Azeroth!" Daelin and Thoras smiled and put their hands on him.

"We are all for Azeroth!" Antonidas and Terenas placed their two oldest hands at the highest point.

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

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

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

Two figures, who looked shorter and thinner than the orcs, walked into the Shadowmoon Clan's village as if no one was around.

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

Teron Gorefiend and Jazz Soulbreaker, both first-generation Death Knights, were walking on the central avenue of the village, wearing iron leg armor rarely used by orcs, raising thick dust under their feet.

The curious orc villagers poked their heads out of the doors and windows of their simple houses to try to get a glimpse of what was going on. However, when they met the invaders' red eyes that were flashing with strange light, everyone felt a chill penetrating into their souls, and they were all scared back.

"Ner'zhul—" Teron roared again in a cold and dissatisfied tone with a breath of death: "I want to talk to you! Don't make me force you out!"

His shouting finally produced a response here, and several tall and burly green giants carrying heavy iron axes came behind them.

A heavy voice came from behind: "I don't know who you are, and I don't care who you are. You are now invading 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 him from behind: "I, Teron Gorefiend, am looking for Ner'zhul. Tell him a message for me, or get out of here."

The orc looked uneasy when he heard the name.

"Blood Demon? Are you the Death Knight?" His face was twisted with disgust, revealing two fangs. He looked at Blood Demon and his companions, and said with courage: "Don't provoke the Shadowmoon Clan, or we can let you Death Knights die again."

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

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

Teron smiled, and the orc swallowed.

"This is your last chance. Find Ner'zhul now, or your arrogance will lead to your death."

Orcs always have an unexpected persistence in their land.

"Ner'zhul won't see anyone." Although he had begun to sweat, it was obvious that he had tightened his grip on the axe.

"Oh." Teron sighed softly, and his rotten lungs inhaled and expelled a breath, making a strange whistling sound: "You can die now."

Without waiting for the orc to answer, Teron 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 bent over in pain.

Teron clenched his fists, and at the same time, bright red blood suddenly gushed out of the unfortunate orc's nose, eyes and mouth.

Without staying for a second, Teron 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 Shadowmoon Warrior shouted, grabbing the battle axe beside him: "Kill them! Otherwise, no one will be spared!"

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

Teron Gorefiend turned around like lightning, his glowing eyes narrowed.

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