Unfortunately, there is a serious problem with the arcane puppet, which is that it consumes extremely high magic power. A magic jade can only work for one hour. According to Dalaran's algorithm, this means that the cost of using an arcane puppet in one hour is more than 100 gold coins.

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

This is just piled up gold coins on the ground and melted them!

If Duke hadn't been extremely confident when the Dark Gate was closed, the Dark Gate would have been open again within two years. The alliance bosses were not willing to go out, let alone the 5 million gold coins he voluntarily collected after seeing the huge project here.

However, seeing that Duke alone had a big head, no one could ask where the 5 million was going and where it would be used. Anyway, the ministers of any family swear that if they were replaced, considering the harsh geological conditions and serious supplies and manpower issues here, 5 million would be enough to build the walls of the Watch Castle.

Don’t think about anything like a urn city, a turret, an arrow tower, or an outer bastion, let alone a railway station inside.

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

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

Duke nodded: "That's right."

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

"I'm 90% sure the tribe will come. If it really doesn't come, at worst, I'll leave it to the Marcus family for generations to guard it." Duke curled his lips, and he didn't believe that the Burning Legion could wait as much.

"You are really willing to bear it. You are only 19 years old this year!"

"For Azeroth." Duke said lightly, his integrity inherited from Alonso Fao began to respond to Duke's will, making him feel like a divine golden light emitted from his body.

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

Others seemed to see that the young Duke seemed to have a soul sublimation because of this sentence.

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

"Yes! For Azeroth!" Ryan and Anduin all stretched out their right hands, with their palms facing down, their backs facing the sky, stacked each other, and at the same time, they turned their eyes to everyone.

"For Azeroth!" The bronze-bearded dwarf king Magni was shorter, and directly held the hand of the dwarf craftsman Gerbin and his relative Kudland and pressed it down.

"For Azeroth!" Darin and Soras smiled and put their hands on them.

"We are all for Azeroth!" Anthonydas and Terenas covered their oldest palms at the highest point.

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

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

At this moment, in the Shadow Moon Valley of the planet Drano.

Two figures, who looked short and slender compared to the orcs, stepped into the village of the Shadow Moon clan as if no one was around.

"Neozu" echoed throughout the village with a strange shout of evil spirit.

The Tyron Blood Demon and the Soul-breaker, who was also the first generation of Death Knights, were walking on the central avenue of the village. The iron leg armor used by orcs was rarely stepped on the ground, raising the thick dust under their feet.

The curious orc villagers poked their heads out from the doors and windows of their simple houses to get a glimpse of the truth. When they met the invader's red eyes that were shining with strange light, everyone had a sense of coldness that penetrated into their souls, so everyone was scared back.

"Neozu" Tayron yelled again in a cold and dissatisfied tone with a breath of death: "I want to talk to you! Don't let me force you out!"

His shouting finally reacted here, and several tall and burly green giants came behind them with heavy iron axes.

A heavy voice came from behind: "I don't know who you are, nor do I care who you are. You are invading the territory of the Shadow Moon Clan now. Get out now, or you will die!"

The Death Knight turned to face the strong orc warrior who had just approached from behind him: "I, Tayron, Blood Demon, are looking for Ner's lord, and pass on the message to him for me, or get away."

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

"Blood Demon? You are the Death Knight!?" His face was a little distorted with disgust, revealing two fangs. He looked at the Blood Demon and his companions and plucked up the courage and said, "Don't provoke the Shadow Moon Clan, otherwise we can let you Death Knights die again."

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

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

Tyron smiled, and the orc swallowed.

"For the last chance, get Neozu, or your pride and arrogance will make you die miserably."

Orcs always have unexpected persistence for their own land.

"Neozu no one." Although he had already started sweating, it was obvious that he had already tightened the axe in his hand.

"Oh." Tyron sighed, his already rotten lungs took a breath and then discharged them, making a strange howling sound: "You can die."

Without waiting for the orc to answer, Tyron stretched out his right hand, which was protected by plate-armored gloves, and whispered something spell.

The sudden severe pain made the orc forget his breathing and bent down in pain.

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

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

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

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

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

Tayron* Blood Demon turned around like lightning, and his glowing eyes narrowed.
Chapter completed!