Duke didn't know that he was conspired to sell by the Queen and Berval, a guy who seemed to be a gangster, to plot against him. If it succeeds, it would be sold and he would help him count the money.

After returning to Nanhai Town, Duke was so busy.

He only talked to the mayor of Nanhai Town, the legendary figure of Heni Mareb, and was immediately overwhelmed by a lot of things. In the temporary residence, a wooden house with a living room and a dining room, Duke had to face a mountain of official documents and messy requests.

Obviously, Boval has never played the "Simulation City" game and does not understand urban planning. His fiefdom has been passed down from his ancestors since ancient times. Moreover, Boval is a relatively pure warrior, and he is really not good at internal affairs. So internal affairs are finally attributed to Duke.

It is precisely because I know that Duke has strict requirements for urban planning that in general, I still need to obtain Duke's consent before I can take action.

Duke waved his hand and first held the concession order from Barov to suppress Mayor Mareb.

"Your lord, Duke Barov, allows us to establish refugee camps and their related facilities anywhere in the Hillsbrad hills."

Then Duke found the civil officials from Stormwind City, and with a big stroke, he drew a circle of all the grass on both sides of the avenue that lasted over a hundred kilometers from Nanhai Town to Hillsbrad Farm. Well, all of them were reclaimed into farmland, and he treated this place as his own home.

Duke then asked Windsol to gather people to clear the snowman in the mine north of the Avenue. This huge humanoid creature, which is more than three meters tall, is a great threat to the refugees in the Storm Kingdom.

Well, by the way, a nearby mine called Jasper Mine Cave was also accepted by Duke.

Finally Duke waited for two unexpected characters, his followers Edwin Van Cliff and Grian Storman.

"His Honorable Duke of Marcus, Grian Storman, the Sheriff of the West Wilderness, pays tribute to you."

Looking at the middle-aged man with four or six gray hair in front of him, Duke was stunned.

Duke has actually been paying attention to Grian Storman. It's very simple, because in history, this guy will get into the position of marshal. He is one of the few grassroots heroes who have always had the chance to climb to the highest level in the disaster-storm kingdom.

Unlike Windsol, who died in "History", Grian can be called a late bloomer, and until Duke traveled through time, Grian still did well in the position of marshal.

Grian was born in the Western Wilderness.

In "historical" he followed Lothar to the Nanhai Town when Stormwind fell, and then participated in the Knights of the first Paladin Uther. At that time, he mainly engaged in the Holy City Stantosom.

Later, Lordaeron was in chaos, and the situation of the Difia Brotherhood in the west of his hometown was reported. He returned to the western wilderness alone to help his fellow villagers.

Because Stormwind did not send any assistance to the western wilderness at that time, Old Man Grian was very angry, so he put on his battle robe and called on the people of the western wilderness to spontaneously form the Western wilderness People's Army to fight against the Difia Brotherhood.

Later, the Brotherhood was destroyed and Varian returned. Then he began the Northern Expedition again.

Storman's People's Army also participated in the Northern Expedition and obtained the organization of the regular army, renamed Yuexi Brigade. Grian himself also returned to the rank system and his title was raised.

After the Northern Expedition, the old man took the Western Wilderness Brigade back to his hometown to assist in the construction. But soon the catastrophe happened again, and the remnants of the Brotherhood rekindled again.

As he went on torture and struggle, Grian Storman climbed to the throne of marshal.

OK, anyway, Duke knows that Grian is a super talent.

Now, the second sentence that this later marshal said was:

"Hisser Duke, I have talked to your follower Mr. Van Cliff, and I think we can open a battlefield behind enemy lines in the Western wilderness and destroy the orcs' control over the Western wilderness. In the future, prepare for His Majesty Urien's counterattack against Stormwind."

"Puff!" Duke squirted! He really squirted!

The water he had just drank was sprayed out in front of Van Cliff and Storman. Even though he turned his head, he still sprayed.

What the hell is this?

This pair of good friends who fell in love and killed each other in history actually told him that they would join forces to open up a battlefield behind enemy lines in the western wilderness?

Hello! Van Cliff! Do you know that the task in 'history' that demands your head on your neck was released by Storman...

Duke complained endlessly, but then he thought about it and knew Storman's reason immediately.

Duke pretended to be serious and took out his hand towel and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Sorry, it's rude. I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just happened to think of something."

Van Cliff and Storman both lowered their heads and counted the ants that did not exist on the floor at the same time, pretending that they could not see Duke's squirting water. Duke is now a big shot in a day, and it is entirely for Van Cliff's face. Storman, who is just a small local sheriff, certainly didn't dare to say anything, and could only rot his doubts in his stomach.

Duke crossed his hands and pressed against his nose, blocking half of his face, with a serious expression: "Please note that His Majesty Wrien had issued an edict before going to Lordaeron to seek support. In order to deal with the possible further invasion of the orcs, all Stormwind troops are now reorganized and prohibited from leaving the Hillsbrad Hills. Well, I want to hear your reasons. The real reason."

The two guys looked at each other, and Grian Storman spoke first.

"Dear Duke, I am a native of the Western Wild Man. I know everything about the Western Wild Man. His Majesty the King has indeed issued an order to take refuge in the Western Wild Man. You have also sent a ship to pick up the Western Wild Man. But in fact, there are at least nearly 10,000 people who refuse to leave their land. They hide in various mines and live temporarily to save food. They need the support of the Kingdom. The Kingdom will also need their support in the future counterattack of Stormwind City. Just as when Stormwind City is besieged, it is the food of the Western Wild Man that helps support Stormwind City."

After Grian finished speaking, Duke turned his eyes to Van Cliff: "Where are you?"

"Master..." It seemed a bit difficult to speak, but Van Cliff said: "When I left Stormwind, I always wanted to do more for you. Not long after I arrived here, I passed the professional test of [Thieves]. The instructor said I am a thief genius who has encountered once in fifty years. So I think if I lead a team of thieves, it might be more helpful to you."

Duke sighed in his heart, indeed talent is talent. Van Cliff is the material for being a thief. But history has completely changed, and the Defia Brotherhood, which everyone calls for beating in history, is destined not to appear again. Then it is not uncommon for Storman to join him with Van Cliff.

Everyone knows that Duke can recruit ten thousand private soldiers, and as long as he agrees, he can completely bypass the king's ban.
Chapter completed!