This is impossible! ?
One after another, the big green trees fell down, revealing the huge monster behind them. It was a gray-white fortress, with two, four or five floors, of varying heights, winding along the hills beside the beach, extending to the end of the horizon.
How many bunkers are there here?!
That exaggerated number was as if Duke had captured all the stonemasons and carpenters in the world as laborers overnight, and then made these people work for a hundred years in an instant.
Not to mention King Terenas and others who were unfamiliar with Duke, even Llane and Lothar, who had witnessed the miracle of cement, were a little confused. When did Duke get so much cement? And when did he organize the craftsmen to build so many bunkers?
This is simply clogging up the entire coastline!
Not only the bigwigs in the command center, but even the soldiers passing by at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but point at the things on the hill.
Seeing Duke create so many bunkers like magic, everyone in the command post felt a sense of worship as if they were worshiping ghosts and gods.
"These are all... true?" Lothar couldn't even speak clearly.
"Fake! Most of them!" Duke spread his hands and shrugged nonchalantly. "And spreading the troops evenly across a long line of defense is what a fool would do. I would never do such a thing."
Duke raised his chin and Windsor waved outside. Immediately, two of Duke's private soldiers came over with a "fortress".
The bigwigs in the command center were stunned again.
That's right, two people were carrying a fortress that theoretically weighed an unknown number of tons. Uh, wait! Finally, someone with sharp eyes saw the problem.
That's the color of wood!
"Wait!? This so-called fortress is made entirely of wood?" King Thoras of Stromgarde couldn't help but speak.
Duke smiled, thinking he was very righteous. Of course, in the eyes of the kings, it was a sly smile. "To be precise, most of it is very thin wooden boards with a wooden frame. Don't worry, it is very solid. Unless there is a strong wind that blows for more than a day, it will not break."
A group of bigwigs walked out of the headquarters and looked around the "bunker" again and again, and couldn't help but admire Duke's wonderful idea. At first glance, it looked like a complete house, but in fact, the materials used in all places were reduced to the minimum. The inside was full of wooden boards and strips, and the outside was covered with a lot of lime and mud by hand, making it look like a brick and wood bunker.
If you look at it from a distance, no one would know it's just a showpiece.
Forget about crossbows and cannonballs, an arrow can penetrate this thing. The problem is, if so many of them are placed on a hill, it will look very impressive!
It's like a steel line of defense!
Duke clapped his hands and said, "Alright, I have arranged for the javelin militia to be stationed at various key points. Next, I would like to ask Alleria to send half of her rangers to defend the key points. Together with Admiral Daelin's patrol boats and my murlocs, there will be no loopholes."
Admiral Daelin was obviously delighted.
Alleria rolled her eyes at Duke, looking very charming to outsiders. The charm was fake, mainly because Alleria remembered that Duke had used a god-level trick to deceive her. Those eyes clearly said, "Little rogue, you are the most cunning." Of course, how others saw it was another matter.
King Aiden of Alterac muttered a little unhappily: "Didn't they say that the Horde had a new chieftain? This guy is smarter than the previous one? Will he be fooled?"
This is indeed a problem.
But that's not a problem for Duke.
After the demonstration, everyone returned to the command center.
"Haha! In fact, this new Warchief has always been an old rival of Marshal Lothar and me." Duke laughed heartily and looked at Lothar. "Blackhand is just a reckless man. All his previous strategies and tactics were suggested by his deputy, the current Warchief Orgrim. If you pay close attention, you will find that this guy's style of play is actually the same as the other side's sudden inspiration in Elwynn Forest."
Lothar stroked his chin, recalling the past: "Yes, I was also surprised at how the other commander was so real and fake, able to fight tough battles and have strategies and tactics. I thought he was an enemy with a strong sense of the overall situation. I also doubted it for a long time after killing Blackhand. Such a smart guy should not have accepted the provocation and dueled with me."
"Hey! You haven't answered my question yet." King Aiden was very unhappy: "Why do you say that he will definitely send the Horde to our best-defended Southshore to die."
"Just because I know my enemy... just because they will think, since we have to attack by force anyway, why not attack the place with the best landing conditions..." Duke paused deliberately: "Some people will definitely not accept what I said, right?"
"Hmph!" King Aiden snorted coldly.
Duke raised his right hand and pointed his thumb at the big block of ice placed beside the window of the headquarters not far behind him. "During the previous meeting, some people questioned whether that ugly head belonged to the chief of the Horde. Now we can give it a try. If the Horde really refuses to come, then hang this head at the gate of Southshore and raise the stolen battle flag. We will know whether these two things are real or fake after a try."
When Duke said this, Lothar's eyes lit up surprisingly.
Llane clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Good!"
If the old king of a country was killed on the battlefield and even his head was cut off, what is the easiest way for the new king to establish his prestige? Isn't it just to kill the old king's enemies and clear his name. By the way, it can also boost the morale of the people.
The same principle applies to tribes that are more courageous and value personal strength.
Antonidas stroked his long pure white beard and said, "Are we going to hang the chieftain's head on our head from the beginning?"
"No, no, no." Duke shook his right index finger. "That's such a waste. I'm very confident that Orgrim will attack Southshore. This trick is just an insurance policy, or it can be used when forcing the Horde to bleed."
Forcing the Horde to bleed...
The kings could already imagine how the Horde would feel when they found out that Southshore was a tough nut to crack and had to continue sending troops to trap this death wrench when they were preparing to retreat.
That's not all. Duke drew a line on the map and said, "As long as the Horde cannot cross the sea through this shortest passage, then the Horde will have to go around in a big circle whether it goes west or east. Then your fleet, Daelin, can..."
If the Horde bypassed Southshore from the wetlands, no matter which way they went, it would be hundreds or even thousands of miles by sea. Facing such a transport ship that would not resist, Daelin's fleet could not handle it, so it would be better to sink them all.