There were hundreds of thousands of Horde warriors.
There was no need for so many soldiers to take down this small human kingdom. Furthermore, Orgrim had already used his actions to find the enemy's weak point — the low city wall in the valley!
Spreading out was also a way of survival for the Beastmen since ancient times. Now that there was a shortage of food, there was no reason to gather so many soldiers here.
The problem was, who was going to attack the dwarves?
Creatures in the natural world often had the instinct to judge the strength of their opponents based on their size. The Beastmen generally looked down on the short humans who only reached the Beastmen's chests. Not to mention the dwarves who only reached the Beastmen's waists.
To the Beastmen, getting rid of those dwarves who were not even comparable to Beastmen children was a matter of minutes.
Thus, the Beastmen chiefs saw this as a lucrative position.
For a moment, every chief's eyes were filled with eagerness. If he stayed here, he would receive a victory. Unfortunately, the chief Blackhand and the main force he led were here. This meant that the greatest glory and benefits would definitely belong to the Blackrock clan. The other clans could only follow behind and watch as the Blackrock clan ate the meat, while their own clans drank some of the meat soup.
Going out was different.
Risk? When was there no risk in survival? In 'our world' (the Beastmen called themselves Draenor), every hunt was a fight with their lives on the line. In the eyes of the Beastmen, risk was not a problem.
Every chief unknowingly took a step forward.
Blackhand squinted his eyes and used his limited brain capacity to think.
Very quickly, the chief made a decision.
"Kilrogg! I'll give you the glory of conquering Iron Furnace Castle. I hope your Bloodring clan can bring glory to our tribe. "
"For the tribe!" Kilrogg Deadeye punched himself in the chest, causing a loud bang. The old Orc hero's face was blazing with excitement.
Blackhand turned around and looked at Grom Inferno, who had rushed over at the last moment before the Dark Portal closed. He roared, "Your Warsong clan will head north and conquer this kingdom called Torrential Stronghold."
"Hehe! My [Bloodhowl] has been hungry for a long time. "Grom's lips curled up, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
Blackhand slammed the rough wooden table, instantly turning a corner into splinters. "Other clans, prepare yourselves. We will directly cross the mountain and attack the eastern wall of Stormwind City."
Blackhand and Orgrim's idea was a good one.
Unfortunately, dreams were plentiful, but reality was harsh.
The Horde spent eleven days getting the Orc labourers to dig wells along the way to clear the obstacles in the way of the army's advance. Once again, Orgrim and the Orc army behind him were dumbfounded as they traversed the mountains with ease.
Black Hand grabbed Orgrim's neck and roared, "Is this what you meant by weak defense?"
The city wall was still the same five-meter tall wall that blocked the orcs' view, but in front of the wall, not only were there many barbicans like the one outside the main gate of Stormwind City, but there was also a five-meter wide moat.
Not only that, but there were also many huge mounds of earth behind the city walls. The flat tops of the mounds were filled with all kinds of catapults and ballistae. Dozens of arrow towers stood tall, and the javelin throwers on them could easily cover the area beyond the moat.
"Hahaha! Those green-skinned beasts must be dumbfounded! "On the arrow tower, Noxus looked at the hesitant Horde army and laughed happily.
Beside him, Laing also smiled sincerely. "It's all thanks to you, Duque. If it wasn't for your idea, we might have been finished."
Duque shrugged. "It's nothing. The more people, the easier it is."
"You don't have to be humble. You're my lucky star." Laing smiled.
A simple city defense could not withstand the Orcs' flood of attacks. Therefore, as a transmigrator, Duque used the "more people, the easier it is" trick to deal with the Orcs.
It was simple. Those who were willing to dig the moat for the kingdom, as long as they dug enough earth, could get an early ticket to board the ship.
The people went crazy.
Everyone knew that Stormwind City could not hold on for much longer. The longer they stayed, the higher the chance of death. If not for the fact that they were surrounded and the sea was the only way out, the people would have rioted and fled on a large scale.
Many people at the docks thought of ways and used up all their money just to get an early ticket.
Don't talk nonsense like everyone was equal. The truth was that the more capable and the more capital one had, the more likely one could escape.
Didn't they see that the nobles no longer had to go through the civilian docks? They could just board the new ships of the Stormwind Navy at the military port and easily escape from this desperate Stormwind City?
But now, Duque's policy gave these pessimistic people new hope.
As long as they worked hard, they could save themselves and their friends in advance.
The conditions were not harsh. The labourers dug under the cover of the Stormwind soldiers who were ready for battle. Digging 20 standard carriages of earth could be exchanged for a ticket. A strong worker who spared no effort to work for a day or two could basically guarantee three to four tickets on the ship.
Just like that, Duke did not even need to pay. With safety as a bargaining chip, he easily added hundreds of barbicans of various sizes around the eastern and northern walls of Stormwind City. Then, he built a sluice gate and connected it to the canals within Stormwind City, creating a moat on the outermost perimeter of the outer walls.
Although everything looked so rough and full of flaws, it was many times better than the original five-meter-tall city wall.
Duque looked at Edwin van Cleef, who had deep dark circles under his eyes. He did not know if he had slept for more than ten hours. Duque smiled warmly and patted van Cleef's shoulder.
"Good job! Edwin. "
"Master, you flatter me." van Cleef hurriedly lowered his head.
"I'll leave the transport ship 'Sea God' to you and your stonemason. Pack your things and wait for me in Southshore. "
Van Cleef's eyes turned red. "Master, I …"
Duque stopped van Cleef from continuing. "It's time to fight. That's not the domain of stonemasons. You go first. The Stormwind refugees near Southshore are still waiting for you to build a house. "
After hesitating for half a second, van Cleef looked up. "But I'm a man too! I can fight too! "
Duque snickered. "How many Orcs can you fight? If you want to act cool in front of Anduin Lothar, you should at least become a professional, right? "
"I … I …" van Cleef's eyes were red and filled with tears.
"Go, your lovely Vanessa is waiting for you." Duque's words struck the softest part of the heart of this tragic hero who had risen up for the stonemasons.
He suddenly knelt on one knee. "Thank you, Master!"
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