Hundreds of thousands of tribe warriors.

It doesn't take so many troops to capture this small human kingdom, and Orgrim has already found the opponent's fatal hole, the low wall blocking the valley with practical actions!

Dispersing and eating is also a way of survival that orcs have had since ancient times. Now there is a shortage of food, so such an excessive force should not be gathered here.

The question is, who will attack the dwarves?

Creatures in nature often have the instinct to judge strength based on the size of the other party. Orcs generally look down on short humans whose height is mostly to the orc's chest, let alone dwarfs whose height is only to the orc's waist.

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

So this was regarded as a fat man by the orc chiefs.

For a moment, every chief's eyes were eager. If you stay here, you would definitely receive a victory. Unfortunately, the great chieftain Black Hand and the main force he led were here, so the greatest glory and benefits would definitely belong to the Black Stone clan. Other clans could only follow behind and watch the Black Stone clan eat meat, and then they could drink some meat soup from their own clans.

It's different to go out.

Risk? When is there no risk to survive? In the hometown of ‘Our World’ (orcs only call themselves Draenor like this), every hunting is a life-threatening fight. In the eyes of orcs, risk is not a problem at all.

Every chief unknowingly took a step forward.

Black hands narrowed his eyes and used his small brain capacity to think about problems.

Soon, the chief made a decision.

"Kilrog! The glory of conquering the Iron Fortress is given to you. I hope your Blood Ring Clan can bring about the reputation of our tribe."

"For the tribe!" Kilroger punched his chest with a punch, and a bang, and the old orc hero showed extremely intense excitement on his face.

The black hand turned his head and looked at Grom Hellscream who arrived at the last moment before the gates of Darkness closed: "Your War Song tribe heads north and captures this kingdom called Rapids Castle."

"Hehe! My [Blood Roar] is already hungry and thirsty." Grom's lips rolled up, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Black hands slapped the rough wooden table and immediately slapped the corner of the table into pieces: "Other clans are ready, we will go over the mountains and attack the east wall of Stormwind City."

The Black Hand and Orgrim had a good idea.

Unfortunately, ideals are full and reality is skinny.

When the tribe spent eleven days and asked the orcs to dig wells along the way to get water, and finally cleared various obstacles to the army's advance, Orgrim, who had been familiar with the road crossing the mountains, and the orcs behind him were stunned.

The black hand grabbed Orgrim's neck and roared: "Is this what you call a weak defense?"

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

Not only that, there are many huge earthen buns behind the city walls. The flat tops of the buns are filled with various catapults and crossbows. Dozens of arrow towers stand tall, and the javeliners on them can easily cover the javelins outside the moat.

"Hahaha! Those green-skinned beasts were stunned!?" On the arrow tower, Losa looked at the hesitant tribe army and smiled happily.

Ryan next to him also smiled convincedly: "Thanks to you, Duke, if we hadn't had the solution you came up with, we might have been done."

Duke shrugged: "It's nothing, it's easy to do things."

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

Simple city defense cannot withstand the tide-like impact of orcs. So Duke, a time traveler, used the ultimate move of "many and powerful" to deal with orcs.

It is very simple. Those who are willing to work hard to dig moats for the kingdom, as long as they dig enough earthwork, they can have a ticket to board the boat in advance.

The people are crazy.

Everyone knows that Stormwind City can't be defended anymore. The longer it stays, the greater the chance of death. If it weren't for the surroundings, the sea route was the only way to survive, and the people would have rioted and fled on a large scale.

How many people are at the dock, trying their best to spend all their money just to get an earlier ticket.

Not to mention the nonsense of everyone being equal, the fact is that the more capable people are, the more capital they have, the more they can escape early.

Didn't you see that the nobles had no need to pass the civilian dock and took the new ship of the Storm Kingdom Navy in the military port and escaped from this desperate Storm City in an understatement?

But now, Duke's policy gives these pessimistic people a new hope.

As long as you work hard, you can save yourself and your relatives and friends in advance.

The conditions are not harsh. Migrant workers dig soil under the cover of the soldiers of Stormwind City who are waiting for. Digging 20 standard carriages can exchange for a boat ticket. Kong Wu's powerful workers can work hard for one or two days, and basically guarantee three to four boat tickets.

In this way, Duke didn't even have to pay wages. He used safety as a bargaining chip to easily add hundreds of large and small urns around the outer walls of the east and north of Stormwind City, and then built a sluice, along with the canals in Stormwind City, and built a moat on the outermost part of the outer wall.

Although everything looks so rough and so full of flaws, it is really many times better than the original single 5-meter-high city wall.

Duke looked at the dark circles next to him. He had been sleeping for so many days. I wonder if there were 10 hours of Edwin Van Cliff. Duke smiled gently and patted Van Cliff on the shoulder.

"Good job! Edwin."

"Master, you're too much." Van Cliff quickly lowered his head.

"I will leave the 'Sea God' transport ship that arrived at the port at noon today for you and your stonemason. Please pack up your things and go to Nanhai Town to wait for me first."

When Van Cliff heard this, his eyes turned red: "Master, I..."

Duke stopped Van Cliff and continued: "The next time is the battle time, it is not the field of stonemasons. You go first, the Storm Kingdom refugees near Nanhai Town are still waiting for the house you built."

After hesitating for a half second, Van Cliff resolutely looked up: "But I am also a man! I can fight too!"

Duke smiled "Puchi": "How many orcs can you fight? If you want to be cool in front of Anduin Lothar, you should at least become a professional first?"

"I...I..." Van Cliff's eyes were red, and tears were everywhere in his eyes.

"Go, your cute Vanessa is waiting for you." Duke's words hit the softest part of the heart of Van Cliff, a tragic hero who had risen up for the stonemasons in history.

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