World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Just like many cities in Europe came from the military camps left by the Romans, Nergo is also preparing to build a military camp in the Throat of the Blades before establishing a city, and gradually expand based on this.

"Report, the Throat of Blade Fang is ahead!" A wolf cavalry reported to Nergo.

"Everyone, stop!" Nergo used the wind to convey his voice to ensure that everyone could hear his order.

"The wolf cavalry dispersed to take charge of security, and everyone else built the camp!" Nergo could say that he had no idea how to build a building. After all, he was the kind of player who could only build square box houses when playing games. If he wanted to He taught the soldiers to build a house, which can basically be said to be a big coffin.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, as long as someone understands. No matter how hard the orcs talk about building a house, they will still know how to do it, not to mention that the camp Nergo wants them to build has no gold content.

"Report."

A voice came, and Nergo turned his head to look. It was a peon. Judging from his appearance, he should be a second-level peon, and he could be regarded as a senior civil engineering brother at the foreman level.

"Rook?" Nergo looked at him. He knew this peon. He was appointed as a second-level peon when he recruited peons. Although he has many shortcomings like other peons, fortunately he is good at construction. Not bad.

Nergo couldn't help but ask: "Is there something wrong with building the camp?"

Luke nodded and said, "Yes, we have almost enough wood and stone. The materials carried by the wild boar are enough for us to build two arrow towers at most."

"Then let the soldiers dig." Nergo gave an order, and all the infantry turned into lumberjacks, using their axes to cut down trees and picks to dig out rocks.

In short, there is nothing in this poor place, just a lot of trees and rocks.

"In addition, you go notify the flag soldiers and ask them to see which location is suitable for camping nearby and choose a good place. We will settle down and build a city here in the future." Nergo ordered.

Finally, on the advice of his flagmen, Nergo decided to set up camp near a stream.

The terrain here is flat and close to water sources. It can be said to be a good place to establish a stronghold.

In Nergo's plan, the new stronghold must have an arrow tower to defend against foreign enemies, and a stable to feed the wargs. In addition, buildings such as workshops are also essential. The orcs call this kind of place a war mill.

At the same time, according to Nergo's request, the soldiers began to build military camps that they had experienced countless times in previous training.

First, they cut down the trees near the camp and planted them on the ground as defensive measures such as fences and horses.

However, considering that there are no such creatures as horses in Draenor, maybe the soldiers would privately call this thing a pig-rejection.

"Grab a handful and run away? I'm not that kind of orc." Nergo was also wielding a shovel at this time, building a camp with his soldiers.

Opposite him is Sylvanas. Sylvanas, who usually exudes the aura of keeping away from strangers, has now become a supervisor in this large construction site. This can be regarded as giving full play to her role as a being. An advantage of the Forgotten.

After all, a sudden gust of cold wind around you can make people feel refreshed. Now that Sylvanas is even colder than the cold wind, isn't it even better?

"Work harder! We can go to rest after digging the trench!" Nergo shouted loudly, looking at the setting sun.

The orcs moved very quickly, and in just a short time, the camp was well built.

In the council hall in the center of the camp, Nergo walked straight in. Sylvanas had been waiting for him here for a long time.

"How does it feel to be personally involved in building the camp?" Nergo asked.

Although Sylvanas initially acted as an overseer, when everyone was working hard to build the camp, she also picked up the shovel like everyone else.

"A novel experience," she replied. "But it's not bad."

Sylvanas is not a delicate little princess who can't stand a little hardship. When she was serving as a ranger general, her mother used to make things difficult for her in various ways.

"It was a new experience for me, too," he said. "But it was terrible for me."

"Too bad?" she wondered.

"I see that you worked harder than anyone else when digging the trench, and you still had a smile on your face."

Nergo said in surprise: "Don't you think my smile comes from me digging a hole?"

He complained: "Anyone who has fun doing work either has amazing rewards or satisfaction, or is mentally ill."

"Which one are you?" she asked.

"Of course it is the first one." Nergo said: "I laugh because I am about to have my own territory. Every smile I show is happy for my upcoming rule."

He gradually approached her and stopped at the large table in the center of the council hall, where a detailed map of the entire territory of Nagrand was laid out. Even the situation around the ogres' Highmaul is drawn on the map.

"Can't you go wash up first?" Sylvanas frowned slightly when she smelled some smell in the air.

"I'll be there in a moment." She didn't feel much when everyone was together just now, but now Nergo did feel that the smell was a bit strong when he smelled it.

"What are you going to do next? Continue to build the camp?" Sylvanas asked.

"What if it were you?" Nergo wanted to hear Sylvanas's opinion on what she would do if she faced a group of enemies that needed to be destroyed.

"I will find a few adventurers who will die generously for gold coins." She thought to herself.

Nergo didn't hear Sylvanas' reply. After a moment of silence, he said: "I plan to let the soldiers rest for a few days, and the hard workers will continue to build the camp."

The temporary fences can be replaced with city walls, the four gates of the camp can be equipped with a few more arrow towers, the trenches can be filled with wooden spikes, and some castles and towers can also be built...

After listening to Nergo's words, she pointed with her finger to a location on the map, which was the location of their camp.

"Then what is the name of this foreseeable fortress?"

"How about Grobler Castle?" Nergo scratched his throat with his palm. "Grobler means the courage of the giant. This will be a sharp knife stuck in the most uncomfortable position of the ogre."

"Then let's start by cutting the throats of the Bladethroat tribe?" Sylvanas leaned forward and looked directly at him with her flashing red eyes: "I like hunting, especially the final hunt for ogres."

She didn't know how long her world could last. Maybe every day she stayed in Draenor would be Azeroth's last day.

She didn't want to waste time, she wanted to help Nergo accomplish his goal quickly.

"They will not be the final prey. To me, Gul'dan and his master are." Nergo licked his lips. He knew his goal very well. He wanted to get rid of the Legion and become the savior of the orcs.

However, everything started from Grobler Castle and began to establish its own rule.