Stratholme God

   Chapter 64 Earn foreign exchange!

   Although the orc's command was rough and heroic before, it was clan after clan, but the sense of oppression that wave after wave did not give you a breath was very terrifying.

   I just have more soldiers than you, and I just have better combat capability than you alone, and I just consume you!

   This kind of unreasonable play made Lothar's scalp numb.

   There are too few guys who can be used as soldiers, and farmers can't just drag them into the battlefield. An unskilled farmer would be scared to wet his pants just by being yelled at by Greenskin, at least a militiaman who was trained to fight reluctantly.

After    fighting for half a year, Anduin Lothar completely gave up fighting the orcs.

   The other party was clearly sent by clans to fight with each other, but Lothar could only be exhausted to deal with it.

Today, the forest within a hundred kilometers west of Shining Gold Town has been burned to pieces. This kind of thorough scorched earth policy has caused great difficulties to the logistics of the opponent, so that the orcs will not send many troops every time. , at most 10,000 people.

   The commander of the other party is also a rogue, even if he sends someone to deliver it, even if the bet is exchanged one-on-one, the orcs will also make a profit.

   Not to mention, even with the support of positions, the battle damage ratio between orcs and humans is still about 1:2.

   The orcs have millions of soldiers, so where can the Stormwind Kingdom come from two million troops?

   That feeling of constantly pressing people and fighting back and forth is very bad.

   The enemy on this day was very unusual, with a total of 30,000 people, a relatively large clan.

   For a moment, Lothar almost thought the opponent was going to attack.

  But after the chaotic charge as always, Lothar, who was barely blocked by the Trident Legion, quickly discovered the chaos of the enemy.

The number of    orc soldiers increased, but the supply did not increase accordingly, which directly led to a considerable number of soldiers fighting for food.

   Although the strong soldiers grabbed the food, the weak soldiers could only starve. The attack of the orcs on the second day was quite stretched, and the intensity was far less than the previous day.

   The funniest thing is that on the third day he was out of food, and the orc rolled back in despair.

   "This is..." Lothar was puzzled.

  [Burning Xiao] held his forehead: "This, those fools said to assassinate Orgrim, the deputy of the Great Chief. It seems that most of them were successful."

   In fact, she already knew the result. The group of sand sculptures had already uploaded a video of eating wolf meat in the WeChat group. The problem system restricts her from using communication methods beyond this world, and she has no reason to know the result before the group of guys sends someone back to formally report the news.

   "Orgrim?" Lothar hurriedly released Garona's Orc Encyclopedia.

   Orcs form a tribe, and the election method of the chieftain is very simple and violent. Whoever has the biggest fist is the chieftain, and everyone listens to him.

   The current Great Chief, Brother Black Hand, is a typical muscular man in his brain.

The conspirator who launched this cross-world war, the evil warlock Gul'dan who took refuge in the demon boss Kil'jaeden, is not good at directly controlling the tribe, because most orcs only recognize the leadership of the macho, so they find destruction. Zer * Black Hand, this muscular brother, is here to be a puppet.

  It is really embarrassing for Black Hand to coordinate hundreds of small clans to fight on the vast battlefield.

The idea of ​​   orcs is that the strongest clan should occupy the best hunting ground and enjoy the best territory.

   And the orcs are more accustomed to fighting as a clan.

  So, which clan to send to cut down humans, how much food and logistical drudgery to allocate as a supply team, this kind of thing has been left to Orgrim before.

As soon as    Orgrim fell ill, the attack of the orcs suddenly pulled his hips.

   For the next three days, the orcs sent a small clan of 5,000 people to harass them, but they didn't have any troops they could handle. This gave humans a chance to breathe.

  Lothar took the opportunity to reorganize the defense line, looking for a large number of migrant workers to reinforce the fortifications from Jinjin Town to Yuquan Fortress.

   What he didn't expect was that the player was in trouble again.

   Fifty kilometers east of Shining Gold Town, an orc drudges to take a break. In fact, he went to the grass to dig a rabbit's nest.

   As soon as he woke up, his eyes suddenly became dark, and a cloth bag made him lose all vision.

   didn't have time to resist, as soon as the sap came down, the whole person was turned around.

   The next moment, he felt a pain in his crotch, and he fainted from the pain.

   Within two days, Lothar was playing on the map in the wooden barracks when he heard a commotion outside. Going out and looking, the whole person is stupid.

   Hundreds of thousands of orc hard laborers, like gourd strings, tied their hands with a hemp rope the size of a thumb, and were escorted into the camp dejectedly.

Next to    was a group of arrogant Trident Legionnaires, all of them with their nostrils turned to the sky, taking steps that they did not recognize, and calmly accepting the cheers of the soldiers of Stormwind City.

   "Wow! Good job!"

   "Haha! Orcs also have today!"

   They slapped their shields with their swords frantically, and whistled until they were almost hoarse.

   The sand sculpture player of the trident laughed so hard that his eyes and eyes were almost crooked, and he handed over his hands and signaled: "Let's give and give!"

   Well, the language is not good, but everyone knows that they are stinky shit.

   "This is..." Lothar was messed up in the wind.

  [Chu Jiayun] came over and said in common language: "Didn't you say that the duke received the head? 256 orcs toiled. Please which boss will settle the bill."

   "Oh, settle at my place!" Someone suddenly raised his hand not far away, and a man who was working hard came running.

"You are?"

   "I'm Frestern." This handsome boy has a constipated expression.

   "Huh? I seem to have heard of it somewhere?"

"I'm actually just a wandering singer. I don't know why, I was thrown over by the Duke of Stratholme to be responsible for buying orc slaves." This wandering singer who died in Stratholme City in the massacre in history is actually a rare boss, just right It was discovered by someone as a tool man.

  [Chu Jiayun] still didn't respond: "This, how does the slave settle?"

   "One 10 silver coins, unlimited purchases. It's okay to hand over at my place." Frestern beckoned, and naturally someone sent gold coins.

   "Dangdangdang!" The golden coins, not to mention the players, even Losar next to him were moved.

   That poor man in Stormwind Kingdom!

   It is said that it is an interest-free loan, which should be repaid in the future.

   Most of the bosses of this era have a strong sense of honor, and there is no idea that "the one who is in debt is the boss".

   Capture prisoners, and then earn foreign exchange to generate income, isn’t this fragrant?

At this stage, the Stormtroopers feel that they can still hold on, and they can retreat to Stormwind City no matter what. Dan Lun's return ship was still very empty.

   What really moved Lothar was the performance of the orc drudgery.

  [Situ Yanpo] untied the rope of a hard worker, and shouted in orc language: "You! Go and help move that wood."

   Thousands of people in the audience watched the orc hard labor tremblingly lift a four-meter-long log, which was hugged by one person, and stood there waiting for the next instruction.

   "Pile up there!"

  The hard worker immediately put the wood in the designated place, which is for repairing the wooden fence line.

   (end of this chapter)