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It didn't take so many troops to capture this small human kingdom, not to mention that Orgrim had already found the opponent's death hole with practical actions - the low wall in the valley!

Dispersed eating is also a way of survival that orcs have had since ancient times. Now that there is a shortage of food, we should not have gathered such an excessive number of troops here.

The question is, who will attack the dwarves?

Creatures in nature often have the instinct to judge strength and weakness based on the size of the other person. Orcs generally look down on dwarf humans, who are mostly only up to the chest of an orc. Not to mention dwarves who are only as tall as the waist of an orc.

In the eyes of the orcs, it is really a matter of minutes to kill those dwarfs who are not even as good as orc children.

So this is considered a fat shortage by the orc chieftains.

For a time, the eyes of every chief were eager. Stay here, and you will certainly receive a victory. It's a pity that the Great Chieftain Black Hand and the main force he led are here, so it is destined that the greatest glory and benefits will definitely go to the Blackstone Clan. The other clans could only follow behind and watch the Blackstone clan eat meat, and then their own clan rubbed some broth to drink.

It's different when you go out.

Risk? When is there no risk to survive? In the home of 'our world' (orcs will only call themselves Draenor like this), every hunt is a fight for their lives. In the eyes of the orcs, risk is not an issue at all.

Before they knew it, each of the chiefs had taken a step forward.

The Black Hand narrowed his eyes, using his small brain capacity to think about the problem.

Soon, the Great Chief made a decision.

"Kilrog, the glory of the capture of Ironforge is upon you. I hope that your Blood Ring Clan can make a name for itself as our tribe. ”

"For the Horde!" Kilrog* Deadeye slammed a punch into his chest, and the old orc hero's face flashed with blazing excitement.

The Black Hand turned his head to Grom*Hell, who had arrived at the last moment before the Dark Gate closed, roared, "Your Warsong clan will make their way north to conquer this kingdom called Riptide Castle. ”

"Hey, hey, my [Blood Roar] is already hungry and thirsty. Grom's lips curled up into a bloodthirsty smile.

The black hand slapped the rough wooden table, and smashed the corner of the table into slag: "The other clans are ready, we will directly attack the eastern wall of Stormwind City over the mountain." ”

Black Hand and Ogrim have a good idea.

It's a pity that the ideal is plump and the reality is skinny.

When the tribe spent eleven days digging wells and fetching water along the way, finally clearing all obstacles to the army's march, Orgrim and the orc army behind him were dumbfounded.

The black hand grabbed Orgrim's neck and roared, "This is what you call weak defense?"

The city wall is still the 5-meter wall that is not high in the eyes of the orcs, but in front of the city wall, there are not only many urn cities that are the same as the city wall outside the main gate of Stormwind City, but also a moat that is a full five meters wide.

Not only that, but there were many huge dirt bags behind the city walls, and the leveled summits of the mountain bags were filled with all kinds of catapults and ballistas. Dozens of arrow towers stand tall, and the javelinmen on them can easily cover the javelins beyond the moat.

"Hahaha! those green-skinned brutes are dumbfounded!?" On the arrow tower, Lothar looked at the hesitant tribal army and smiled happily.

Ryan next to him also smiled convincingly: "Thanks to you, Duke, if it wasn't for the solution you came up with, we might have been finished." ”

Duke shrugged: "It's nothing, it's just a lot of people to get things done." ”

"You don't have to be modest, you're my lucky star. Ryan smiled.

A simple city defense could not withstand the tidal onslaught of the orcs. Therefore, Duke, the traverser, used the **** move of 'more people and more power' to deal with orcs.

Quite simply, those who are willing to do hard labor to dig a moat for the kingdom will have a ticket to board the ship in advance as long as they dig enough earth.

The populace went crazy.

Everyone knows that Stormwind can't hold it, and the longer you stay, the better your chances of dying. If it weren't for the fact that all sides were already surrounded, the sea route was the only way to survive, and the people would have rioted and fled en masse.

How many people are at the pier, trying their best and pouring their wealth just for an earlier ticket.

Don't talk about the nonsense that everyone is equal, the fact is that the more capable and capitalized people are, the better they can escape in advance.

Didn't you see that the nobles didn't have to go through the civilian docks for a long time, and directly got on the new ship of the Stormwind Kingdom Navy in the military port, and escaped from this desperate Stormwind City lightly?

But now, Duke's policies have given these pessimistic populaces a new hope.

As long as you do your best, you can save yourself and your relatives and friends in advance.

The conditions are not harsh. Migrant workers dig under the cover of Stormwind soldiers on standby. Dig up the earth of 20 standard wagons and get a ticket. The powerful workers of Kong Wu did not hesitate to work for a day or two, and basically guaranteed three or four ferry tickets.

In this way, Duke didn't even have to pay for his salary, and used security as a bargaining chip, easily adding hundreds of large and small urn cities around the outer walls of the east and north of Stormwind City, and then built sluices, along with the canals in Stormwind City, to create a moat at the outermost part of the outer city wall.

Even though everything looks so rough and flawed, it's many times better than the original 5-meter-high wall.

Duke looked at Edwin Van Cleeff, who had a deep dark circle next to him, and slept for 10 hours after so many days, Duke smiled softly and patted Van Cleef on the shoulder.

"Well done! Edwin. ”

"Master, you've won the prize. Van Cleef hurriedly bowed his head.

"I have left you and your stonemasons the transport ship 'Poseidon' that arrived at the port at noon today. Pack your things and wait for me in Nanhai Town. ”

When Van Cleef heard this, his eyes were red: "Master, I ......"

Duke stopped Van Cleef from continuing: "It's time for the battle, it's not the realm of stonemasons. You go first, the refugees of the Storm Kingdom near Nanhai Town are still waiting for the house you built. ”

After hesitating for half a second, Van Cleef resolutely raised his head: "But I'm also a man!

Duke grinned, "How many orcs can you fight? If you want to be cool in front of Anduin Lothar, you must at least become a professional first, right?"

"I ...... I ......" Van Cleef's eyes were red and his eyes were full of tears.

"Go, your lovely Vanessa is waiting for you. Duke's words hit the softest part of Van Cleef's heart, the tragic hero who was originally raised for the stonemasons in history.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, master!" (To be continued.) )