Question: Why is ocean trade still so prosperous despite the teleportation spell?
Answer: Because of money!
Teleportation spells, teleportation array spells, portal spells, you can think of all the spells with the word teleportation, and even related transmissions, sound transmissions, this series of spells. Yikan ※※△ book. Read 1 and read 1k.
It's totally unreliable.
The cost of stable and reliable spellcasting is too high.
The safety factor of simplicity and speed is too low.
Good at interfering, easy to intercept, good at misleading, and prone to accidents, the teleportation series of spells have various problems behind their bright appearance.
In the final analysis, human beings still lack technological capabilities.
Under the current technical conditions, point-to-point transmission between mage towers is reliable, but its capacity is limited.
Although Carlos had played the part of going up to Oshan on a snowy night, he couldn't stand it. The older he got, the less courageous he became. Although Mrs. Morgan also belonged to the human camp, Carlos really didn't have the guts to go to the meeting alone.
So a boat of people, more than two hundred brothers, drifted on the sea for more than ten days, and finally saw Menethil Port from a distance.
Comrade Lothar is still arguing with other big guys in the alliance. Warships are not transport ships. Daelin Proudmoore's fleet alone wants to transport the Alliance army to the wetlands. It is already overcrowded and the logistics supply is too stressful. I read the ※※△ book. I read 1 and I read Comrade Admiral. For the sake of the alliance, his son died, the fleet was crippled, and the eight eight-eight fleets and the orcs fought together to form six six-six fleets. Now you want others to start from Kul Tiras is recruiting merchant ships to transport troops and food. This is neither humane nor scientific.
Therefore, it will take several months for the alliance families to coordinate with each other and recruit ships.
Therefore, Carlos, who originally wanted to go back to Auckland, turned around and headed west, taking a boat south to Menethil Port for a quick trip.
Menethil Harbor shrouded in darkness had no other light except the lighthouse's guiding light, like a dead city. When the war was at its most intense, the orcs would naturally not forget Menethil Harbor, the last human fortress in the wetlands.
From the road, sea, and sky, the orcs launched various offensives against Menethil Port. But it serves as the last link between Ironforge and the outside world. The dwarves realized the importance of Menethil Harbor and dispatched a large number of mountain ranger troops to Menethil Harbor to help the Alliance defend the port city.
In this way, even when Orgrim was defeated in Hillbrad, the Bonechewer Orcs and the Dragonmaw clan who were responsible for the wetland strategy did not capture Menethil Port.
Ashore at night. The captain of the guard took the documents and went to negotiate with the garrison of Menethil Port. The others disembarked in an orderly manner to prepare for the escort work. Carlos, wearing a black cloak, stood on the deck and savored the night of Menethil Port.
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On another boat about seventy meters away. It might be the first mate or the night watchman, playing and singing unknown poems on the balalaika. Although the tune was not good, the poems themselves were very interesting, and Carlos couldn't help but listen attentively.
Two lonely boats sailing in the vast dark night said goodbye to each other as they passed each other. The bagpipes played loudly, and they could only be seen as blurry shapes. After a while, only their distant shadows remained. Life is like this vast ocean. Our boats wander unexpectedly and meet each other. We only have a faint impression of each other's faces and voices, and then we escape into darkness and silence.
When the song repeated its second verse, the captain of the guard returned to the dock and told Carlos that the formalities were completed. As a result, the Alterac soldiers came and left in a hurry under the name of the 101st Legion Special Investigation Team.
The long voyage was exhausting, but the veterans of the Guards Corps were satisfied with the down-to-earth feeling.
meet as planned. Mrs. Morgan will send someone to guide the way, and Carlos will bypass the orc troops from the hidden mountain path behind the dwarves' iron ring excavation site, and go south through the mountains to reach Mrs. Morgan's base.
But Carlos didn't like the feeling of being led around. He decided to check out the situation first. If that didn't work, he could return to Menethil Port, reveal his identity, and visit Ironforge first.
The wetland environment is not very friendly to humans. Muddy roads, damp and cold air. Murlocs, swamp creatures, and now orcs.
In a guard formation, Carlos and his party marched quietly.
The blue-gill murlocs that thrived in the wetlands looked curiously at the human team in the night. The huge disparity in numbers made the murlocs with basic wisdom choose to wait and see rather than act rashly. But swamp lurkers, who follow their hunting instincts, are not so smart. A hungry swamp lurker tried to use his tentacles to drag a human near the waterhole down for a meal, but was blown apart by several exploding arrows.
"This is a hell of a place. Breathing in such cold and humid mist is definitely not a good experience."
Carlos admitted that he had made mistakes in his decision-making. He had underestimated the power of nature. Compared with the poor geographical environment, murlocs, swamp creatures, and even orcs were not worth mentioning. The fishy cold mist seemed to be able to kill people. My lungs were frozen through, which was a real pain in breathing.
"Chief Guard, how far have we come?"
Carlos asked.
"Your Majesty, we can already see the low shrubs. We should be able to get close to the mountains after daybreak."
The captain of the guard answered cautiously.
"Let brothers hold on and rest after dawn."
"No problem, Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the special envoy, has been so lazy on the ship that this little journey is nothing."
He nodded and stopped talking. Resting in a muddy swamp was not a good idea. Carlos took the reins from the soldier and led the horse himself. The soldier didn't know what he had done wrong and looked on innocently. Captain of the Guard.
The blind guy...the captain of the guard pushed him angrily and followed Carlos' footsteps.
It was not until noon that the fog dissipated, and Carlos and his party reached the edge of the swamp. The obvious changes in the vegetation and the hardening of the ground made the human soldiers feel happy.
"Your Majesty, we have found the main road. There is a suitable campsite in the north, but there is a small group of monsters with wolf heads that are taller and stronger than the kobolds. The sentries do not dare to go deep."
The black cloak soaked in moisture emitted white smoke under the sunlight. When Carlos heard the report of the captain of the guard, his first reaction was confusion, and his second reaction was doubt.
Are the gnolls going north at this point?
As a kind of magical and mysterious creature, gnolls are neither the original inhabitants of the wetlands nor the original inhabitants of Elwynn Forest. No one can tell when the gnolls began to proliferate, but when the Alliance and the Horde were at loggerheads, this strange creature quietly came to the Eastern Kingdom.
Carlos originally thought that it would be better to do less than to do more, and just walk a little further to find a campsite.
But soon, the humiliation and fear of being dominated by Mr. Hogg made Carlos angry.
"Send the order, all troops are in armor, let's talk to them."
Carlos is determined to kill. (To be continued.)
ps: I didn’t get home until late at night, it was a natural disaster.
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