Both powerful chiefs were convinced that all this was Gul'dan's fault.

On the road to Delano, the plains that were originally covered with trees and vegetation became lifeless, the once vibrant trees all withered, and the originally blue sky now became as bright as blood; all this was because of the warlocks, their endless desire for power, caused it all.

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

This is because the cunning warlock led his men to betray the tribe at a critical moment and went to the tomb of the damn demon king Sargeras to seek strength, which made the front line collapse!

"What should I do? You are already the wisest of the chiefs I know! You are not as good as me in battle, but I am not as good as you in wisdom." Kagas exposed his weakness without any concealment.

I'm not as good as you in battle?

A dim red light shone out where Kilrog's "dead eye" was, but the light flashed away. He had no need to have a verbal dispute with Kagas. He knew very well how fierce Kagas, a madman who broke his arm from the ogre's imprisonment, had, and had aroused the fighting madman's desire to fight, and that would not be able to decide the outcome for a day or a half.

"We first need to form the core of a new tribe."

"core!?"

"Yes! A powerful clan union that all clans have to recognize is just like the Black Stone clan back then. Without a powerful core as a banner, the group of minds are full of muscles, and only seeing the smaller and smaller hunting territories in front of them will not listen to anyone."

Kagas pondered for a moment: "The Black Stone Clan is destroyed, it would be great if the War Song Clan is here."

"Yes! Unfortunately, that guy from Hellscream is trapped in Azeroth."

This is a chain reaction.

If only one Black Stone clan kneeled in Azeroth, then there will naturally be second and third clans that follow.

However, Duke did a great job because of his clarity and understanding of the structure and relationships of the tribe.

He made the Black Stone, trapped the War Song, severed the blood ring, dragon's throat, broken palms, and frost wolf, who had been exiled, which was tantamount to sweeping away the top five clans of the tribe.

Now the tribe is a typical group of dragons without heads.

Duke had no idea that he had cheated the tribe in the Second War too hard, which directly led to the delay of Neozu's exit.

He didn't know that there had been a fierce quarrel about his existence at a certain time point in the future.

In an illusory, physical space, several voices are clamoring.

"Duke Marcus is definitely a blasphemy and destruction of the timeline!"

"Look out, our Bronze Dragon Clan is first the guardians of Azeroth, and then the guardians of time."

"Are you sure Duke must be on the Guardian side? One of the calculations we might be that he becomes the Lich King!"

"That's just one of 1,024 possibilities. Why don't you say 82% of the possibilities are getting better? 17% of the possibilities are maintaining their original state?"

"No, tampering means tampering, and he must be warned."

"Karlo, stop. His Majesty Nozdom, the Bronze Dragon King at that point, has clearly rejected all interference from us. Even if you go back, it is meaningless. Your power will be weakened so that it is worse than that of a mortal."

"Okay...I compromised this time. Next time, I will do it myself."

Having said that, it is inevitable that Duke will arouse the anger of the Bronze Dragon in the future timeline. Because this guy has begun to play with the change of the times.

If Azeroth had a typical medieval style of the earth, plus magic, Duke is now pushing Stormwind and Iron Fortress from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance.

In fact, Duke really wanted to push Azeroth to the industrial revolution in a short period of time, but he had no choice but to represent the three dwarf races of Azeroth's highest technology - dwarfs, dwarfs, and goblins - wrongly named technological talents. It is not a simple matter to gather back all kinds of unreliable thoughts of death.

First Duke wanted to promote rifles in the human army. Unfortunately, the level of musket in this world is just the kind of bore gun that uses solid bullets for the time being.

The barrel is not enough to count, and there is no continuous shooting at all, and it is easy to explode. When the enemy charges, bows and arrows can usually shoot about three rounds, but at most, it is enough for a musket to fire.

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

So Duke had to continue playing with shields and spears in the front row, and throw spears into the middle row.

The only major change is that Duke introduced the dwarf mortar. The mortars of this era were not standard mortars, but more like a supporting short-barrel cannon, but Duke improved the shells and the gunpowder that fired the shells.

The shells were replaced by the original solid shells to hollow iron balls, filled with iron lumps, increasing the lethality of scattering.

The gunpowder changed from adding gunpowder powder every time it was added to putting gunpowder in a greasy paper-wrapped gunpowder bag. It still ignites the same when it was activated, which only shortened the time for adding gunpowder, and increased the rate of fire in disguise.

Duke began training mortar artillery, after all, this could increase medium- and short-range fire support for soldiers.

Standing at the shooting range of Watch Castle, watching Duke's mortar team fire shells at two rounds per minute, each round could accurately blow up a dozen scarecrows in armor, and the senior officials of the alliance were shocked.

"It feels like we took ten years to train a knight, and it may be gone in one minute when we go to the battlefield. Why not train a group of mortars here in three months?" Anduin gave his waist helplessly.

Duke shrugged: "You haven't experienced the Battle of Black Rock Mountain. If there were no Dwarfs' steam tank troops, would you and I still stand and talk so leisurely now?"

"Yes! Technology is the primary productivity!" Gerbin, a great dwarf craftsman, recited Duke's 'famous quote'.

Anduin looked at the huge steel creature that came from the north and drove directly into the Watch Castle along the huge rails on the suspension bridge. He sighed deeply: "I didn't believe in technology before. Although I have been to Iron Forest, I still can't imagine that it only takes one day to cross the entire Elvin Forest. It only takes three days from Stormwind to Watch Castle."
Chapter completed!