Stormwind God

Nanhai Town, an extremely small port town. Its size is not comparable to any port on this continent. Not to mention Treasure Bay or the deep-water ports of later generations, such as Stormwind Port, Menethil Port.

However, under the operation of Duke, after the arrival of Stormwind refugees, it has become the busiest port and cargo distribution center in the entire northern continent.

From a small wooden pier in the beginning, it has become a huge stone pier.

It is no longer just a small civilian fishing boat, but a large port for both military and commercial use.

Let Nanhai Town be black and dark from the beginning of the night and become unsuitable for going to the sea unless the storm is raining. Every day, starting from the early morning dawn, until the sea rises like the beginning of the moon, almost all day long. Merchants brought goods from various ports, not just the northern continent, but even the temptation of money, the goblin of Booty Bay took a huge risk to send Duke's order.

Tens of thousands of people are busy all day long, not to accumulate wealth for this giant port, but only for the survival of hundreds of thousands of refugees and for the coming war.

Late at night, there was almost an hour before the first rays of morning light between heaven and earth.

The sea across the South China Sea is a calm and peaceful scene, with only sparkling waves on the dark sea.

If the officers had not begun to mobilize before the war, or if the soldiers had fallen asleep earlier, woken up earlier, put on armor, and fully armed waiting in the bunkers and trenches on the mountain, I am afraid everyone would think that the upcoming war was just one The illusion of not coming.

The headquarters of Nanhai Town is brightly lit.

Most kings are not used to this midnight life. For the older Kings, Terenas and Aiden, the impact is even more obvious. Most of them carried refreshing drinks from the close service.

Duke sat on the seat originally owned by Lothar. In this battle, he was the commander in chief.

Holding his chin lightly with his left hand, Duke spit out two words in the gap between his teeth: "Bell the bell!"

Windsor was a very responsible soldier. He couldn't miss Duke's order at all. He waved and shouted, "The order comes, the enemy is here. Enter the first stage!"

The crisp and sharp bells rang beside the headquarters. Soon, the bells spread quickly, and more and more dense bells rang out as if echoing around Nanhai Town. Both the east and the west hills in Nanhai Town raised a violent commotion. Like Foshan Gang, the legendary patron saint of the shadow elves, the giant mountain, the whole hill came alive.

There was a faint cry from officers at all levels in the wind, and they seemed to be yelling at soldiers who dared to doze.

"The flare!" Duke cherished words.

The order was quickly conveyed, and soon a cannon sounded on the hills in the east of Nanhai Town. A dazzling red light bomb was shot into the air.

Until this time, a group of big brothers with telescopes could not help seeing it. On top of the dark black sea level in the distance, I don't know when countless little black figures appeared.

The Kul Tiras warships that they used to see at the ports of the South China Sea town were small.

In comparison, these little transport ships are like a pile of leaves scattered on the water.

However, these leaf-like shadows grew at a rapid rate in the public view. After a while, the shape of a 'boat' is already in sight.

The mages arranged on the hills on both sides released a large amount of [Brightness]. Countless white light spheres began to rise to tens of meters above the beach, lighting the entire beach coast like daylight.

The tribe's transport ship came, and they ignored it without any slowdown, and slammed into the strange rocky east coast.

Even at a distance of thousands of meters, the kings at the headquarters could see a terrible tremor from the hull hitting the coast. In the urn, they even felt the sorrow of the wooden ship bottom, and the large iron nails on the board were struggling, while making a sour tooth, they escaped from the wood.

Countless black shadows emerged from the ship, and by the light, the human guards on the shore quickly saw their enemy, the orc labor.

Without armor, holding the roughest mallet or extremely primitive stone axe, they yelled at a few orc warriors, and rushed a little silly to the hill near the shore.

"The first archer group is shooting freely! The second archer group is ready."

It is not cost-effective to use the energy of the light archer to deal with the enemy's cannon fodder. But Lord Lordaeron Mograine knew that today's protagonist would never be Lordaeron's archer. And according to the deputy commander-in-chief of the plan, after the archer exhausted his physical strength, there would be at least three hours for the archers to rest and recover their energy.

Just as Mograine glanced at the 'special seat' high up the hill, a bowstring vibration sounded.

The arrows are quite accurate, even if they cannot hit the enemy's key points, they are basically shot at the enemy.

"Well? Not bad." Sylvanas, who was bored on the special table, commented.

Queen Greek's mouth is not bad, and the human world is almost a **** archer.

The archery of Lordaeron's archers was accumulated through countless shooting trainings. Starting training at the age of 18, most of these archers have been trained for more than five years. Everyone is estimated to have hundreds of Arathor gold coins by converting bad arrows into money.

After coming here, after learning that the bows and arrows of ordinary archers are useless to orc warriors, the more lethal javelin is king, and Mograine has been depressed for a long time. Fortunately, Duke informed him that the archer could still use the opponent's cannon fodder ...

Regardless of whether this is a waste or not, at least these gold coins have now recovered a little cost from the orc labor.

Tens of breaths passed, and calm returned to the beach. These bitter laborers with only a loud voice quickly lost arrows in their bodies and died on the coast.

More and more transport ships washed ashore.

The archers began to get busy, their arms became weak due to continuous shooting, and finally the first batch of hard labor began to kill in front of the hill.

General Abidis shouted, "Raise your spear, set up your shield, and attack!"

In front of the bunker at the bottom of the hill, the soldiers were already ready to form a long line of defense, which may not be enough to resist the huge number of tribal warriors. If it is used to deal with hard work, it is quite abundant, and it can just let the recruits see the blood.

Now, they waited, and discharged a strong shield wall with a spear. There were no tactics at all, and the tribe's laborers who scattered the impact slammed into it.

The shield wall was not damaged, and every hard work was stabbed to death. (To be continued.)