On an autumn night in late November, lying on a homemade beach chair and gazing up at the starry sky of Azeroth, Duke was speechless for a long time.
This is a starry sky that is completely different from the one on Earth. Children in big cities have never seen such a beautiful starry sky. I remember that even at night, most of the stars in the sky are dim.
Stars of magnitude zero are the brightest, and those above magnitude six are almost invisible to the naked eye.
In cities surrounded by exhaust gas and air pollutants, the only stars that can be seen are at least third magnitude stars.
The starry sky of Azeroth is clean and clear. Although the constellations written by the earthlings based on the location of the earth are completely unavailable here, the stars here are shining and it is beautiful.
The stars are twinkling, some are extinguished, and new stars light up, just like the lights of the mortal world.
There is a small terrace on the top of the wooden roof that Duke had built for him. There is only enough space for a small single bed. It was originally Duke's private land, but unfortunately half of it has been occupied by the big devil recently.
At first, Alleria just came over to put ice on her feet, but later she became more casual.
In particular, Duke's chilled okra with mustard soy sauce has become one of the big devil's favorites.
"A strange and natural taste!" This is how Alleria evaluated the new food brought by the time travelers.
Alleria looked up at the starry sky. Under the moonlight, her beautiful face seemed to be shining. The brilliance of the stars and the moon outlined the charming curves on her face, illuminating her ivory-white and rosy skin. Finally, it seemed that all the starlight gathered into her emerald green eyes.
She was a little intoxicated looking at the starry sky.
"Well, it seems like it's not bad to look at the starry sky from somewhere other than Quel'Thalas," Alleria exclaimed.
Although he wanted to complain that the starry sky was still the same, Duke finally said, "Don't you have to go back in the winter?"
Alleria smoothed her bright golden hair and said, "It's been thousands of years. I'm used to the scenery of my hometown. It's not bad to go out and have some fun for a few years occasionally. Unless the Sun King or the Parliament orders us to give up the covenant with Emperor Thoradin, I'll have to play outside for a few years at least."
The elves who possess eternal life...are extremely indifferent to the concept of time. It is no wonder that they have always kept their distance from short-lived races.
However, if the general trend of history does not change, it will not be long before the elves lose their eternal life.
Duke couldn't guarantee it.
The long river of fate had long been shattered by Duke. Due to his meddling in fate, if the First Orc War ended with the fall of Stormwind, it was at least in line with the historical ending. But now with the Second War, Duke felt that he had lost most of his ability to predict.
Although he had threatened the Barov family before, saying that the Horde would land from the Hinterlands, in reality this was almost impossible to do.
This meant that the Horde's transport fleet had to pass through the narrow strait between the north and south continents. You know, this strait is a hundred meters high, and at Duke's strong suggestion, King Thoras had already begun to have the Stromgarde Corps of Engineers build a new batch of catapults along the cliffs on the north bank of the strait.
The new militia will be responsible for monitoring the entire strait.
As long as the Horde transport ships dared to go through, Duke bet that the scene of the entire tribal fleet sinking in the strait and blocking the strait would be a spectacular sight.
The same is true on the coast on this side of Hillsbrad Foothills.
Duke was really just deceiving the enemy before, but not now. Before the last bunch of ripe wheat in the fields of Hillsbrad Foothills was harvested, Duke had already used the idle people of Stormwind Kingdom to build a group of fortresses along the entire coastline.
"It is very likely that the kingdom will not be able to recover in the next two to three years. In order to ensure the safety of our temporary residence, please do your best to help."
The refugees were still haunted by the war that had taken place less than a week ago. For safety and to get extra food from Duke's work-for-relief program, the people sold their labor at extremely low prices.
Under the command of Naga, the murlocs were driving stakes into the shallow waters of the entire coast, greatly reducing the landing area. Duke's murlocs had already begun to station in the shallow waters west of Dan Garok.
After this winter, if the Horde dares to attack again, they will face a defense line that is like a meat grinder.
"Well, from which direction will the Horde attack next?" Alleria asked Duke.
"Frankly speaking, I don't know. In principle, I have blocked the Horde's three possible attack directions."
"Unless the Horde builds ships in the Swamp of Sorrows, southwest of the southern continent, more than 2,000 miles away, as long as they set out from the wetlands opposite Southshore, they can either attack Southshore or cross the strait and the Thandol Bridge. The last way is to go west to the cape opposite Gilneas, and then go north to the North Coast or the South Coast. All three roads must be paved with the blood of orcs."
"Why can't they conquer a sea route of more than 2,000 nautical miles?" Alleria asked back.
"Because..." Duke deliberately kept the question in suspense, took out a piece of okra from the ice bucket, dipped it in soy sauce and mustard, and prepared to put it in his mouth.
Who knew that Alleria would come over to grab the okra.
Well, a small cherry mouth bit Duke's hand. Duke was determined to refuse, but when the big devil was snatching food, Mount Hyjal happened to sway in front of Duke's eyes at a close distance.
This cute girl Alleria didn't even realize how lethal her action was to a little boy whose arm was about to explode, and she even raised her nose in smugness.
"Hey! Because of what?"
"Because there is a giant whirlpool to the west of the southern continent. Not to mention the orcs' ships, even the Kul Tiran ships will sink as they go." Duke gave the answer in a daze.
"Huh? So, the Horde can't even find a place to land?"
"If the Horde doesn't mind starting from the Paladin Bay in the wetlands and being bled all the way to the South Flow Coast, they can still land. But how effective it will be is another matter."
Duke had completely lost his "prophet" in terms of how the Horde would proceed. In the original history, the Horde landed on a large scale and succeeded at once. He mobilized Lothar's army in Hillsbrad Foothills. Lothar was forced to fight a field battle with the Horde.
The result was a tie. Orgrim led the Horde army to the northeastern Hinterlands, and then went all the way north to commit a brutal crime against the high elves.
Now...it really depends on how Orgrim plays his cards.