Chapter 685 Technological Reform

Both powerful chieftains were convinced that it was all Gul'dan's fault.

On the main roads of Draenor, the plains that were once covered with trees and vegetation have become lifeless, the once vibrant trees have all withered, and the originally blue sky has now become as red as blood; all because of the warlocks , it was their endless desire for power that caused all of this.

More than that, they destroyed Draenor, but Gul'dan was the mastermind behind it all. It was precisely because of his fault that the Horde failed to defeat the Alliance and conquer the world called Azeroth.

This was all because the cunning warlock and his people betrayed the tribe at the critical moment and went to the tomb of the damn demon king Sargeras to seek strength, which led to the collapse of the front line!

"What should I do? You are already the wisest among the chiefs I know! You are not as good as me in fighting, but I am not as smart as you." Kargas revealed his weakness without concealment.

Am I not as good as you in fighting?

The place where Kilrogg's 'dead eye' was glowed with a dim red light, but the light disappeared in a flash. There was no need for him to engage in a verbal dispute with Kargas. He knew very well how ruthless Kargas, the madman who broke his own arm in the ogre's captivity and was killed in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, was. If this fighting maniac has the desire to fight, the outcome cannot be determined by fighting in a day and a half.

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

"core!?"

"Yes! A powerful clan alliance that all clans have to admit, just like the Blackstone clan back then. Without a strong core as a banner, those people's minds are all about muscles, and they only see the increasingly smaller hunting area in front of them. The turf guy won’t listen to anyone.”

Kargas pondered for a moment: "The Blackstone Clan is destroyed. It would be great if the Warsong Clan were here."

"Yes! It's a pity that Hellscream guy is trapped in Azeroth."

This is a chain reaction.

If there is only one Blackstone clan kneeling on Azeroth, then there will naturally be a second and third clan on top of it.

However, Duke did a great job precisely because he knew the structure and relationships of the tribe.

After destroying the Black Stone, trapping the War Song, and crippling the Blood Ring, Dragon Throat, and Shattered Palm, plus the Frost Wolf who had already been exiled, this was tantamount to wiping out the top five clans in the tribe.

Now the tribe is a typical leaderless group.

Duke had no idea that he had screwed the tribe too hard during the second war, which directly led to the delay of Ner'zhul's release.

He didn't even know that a fierce dispute would begin at some point in the future regarding his existence.

In an illusory, disembodied spiritual space, several voices were noisy.

"Duke Marcus is absolutely blaspheming and destroying the timeline!"

"Let's understand, our bronze dragon family is the guardian of Azeroth first, and then the guardian of time."

"Are you sure that this Duke must be on the side of the Guardians? One of our guesses may be that he becomes the Lich King!"

"That's just one of 1,024 possibilities. Why don't you say that there is an 82% chance that it will get better? A 17% chance that it will remain the same?"

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

"Carlo, stop. His Majesty the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu at that time has clearly rejected all interference from us. Even if you go back, it is meaningless. Your power will be weakened to the point that you are not as good as a mortal."

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

Having said that, it is inevitable that Duke will cause the wrath of the Bronze Dragon in the future timeline. Because this guy has already started playing the game of changing times.

If the previous Azeroth was a world view with a typical medieval style on earth plus magic, then now Duke is single-handedly pushing Stormwind City and Ironforge from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance.

In fact, Duke really wanted to push Azeroth into the Industrial Revolution in a short period of time, but unfortunately the three dwarf races representing the highest technology in Azeroth - dwarves, gnomes, and goblins - all chose the wrong technological talents. It is not an easy task to put their various unreliable thoughts of death back together.

First of all, Duke wanted to promote rifles in the human army. Unfortunately, the level of muskets in this world is currently only muzzle-loading guns that use solid bullets.

Notwithstanding the thick barrel, the gun has no ability to fire continuously, and it is easy to explode. When the enemy charges, the bow and arrow can usually fire about three rounds, but this time is enough for at most one musket shot.

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

So Duke had to continue to play shields and spears in the front row, and spearmen in the middle row.

The only big change is Duke's introduction of the Dwarf Mortar. The mortar of this era was not a standard mortar, but more like a support short-barreled cannon, except that Duke improved the shells and the gunpowder that fired the shells.

The cannonballs were changed from the original solid cannonballs to hollow iron balls filled with iron pellets to increase the lethality of scattering.

The gunpowder was changed from adding gunpowder powder each time to being packed in a gunpowder bag wrapped in oil paper. It is still ignited in the same way when it is activated. It only shortens the time for adding gunpowder and increases the rate of fire in disguise.

Duke began training mortars, which after all could provide soldiers with short- and medium-range fire support.

Standing at the shooting range of Fort Watch, watching Duke's mortar team fire artillery shells at a rate of two rounds per minute, each shot can accurately blow up a dozen armor-clad scarecrows to pieces. The senior officials of the Alliance were very excited. Astonishing.

"It feels like we spend ten years training a knight, and he might be gone in one minute on the battlefield. Why don't you train a group of mortar operators in three months?" Anduin put his hands on his hips helplessly.

Duke shrugged: "It's not like you haven't experienced the Battle of Blackstone Mountain. Without the dwarf steam tank troops, would you and I be able to stand and talk so leisurely now?"

"That's right! Technology is the primary productive force!" Gelbin, the dwarf craftsman, recited Duke's 'famous saying'.

Anduin looked at the mammoth steel structure that came from the north, passed directly through the lowered suspension bridge, and drove into the Watch Keep along the huge rails on the suspension bridge. He sighed deeply: "Technology and other things, I used to be Don’t believe it. Even though I have been to Ironforge, I still can’t imagine that it only takes one day to cross the entire Elwynn Forest. It only takes three days to go from Stormwind City to Nethergarde Keep.”

Anduin Lothar, who had spent some time in the unfinished Nethergarde Keep, knew very well what a miracle this was.

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