Stratholme God

Chapter 64 Earning Foreign Exchange!

Although the orc's command was rough and heroic before, and they were smashed by clans one by one, 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 am more capable than you in combat alone, and I just consume you!
This kind of unreasonable play made Lothar's scalp tingle.

There are too few guys who can be used as soldiers, and farmers can't be dragged into the battlefield casually.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 more than half a year of fighting, Anduin Lothar completely gave up fighting the orcs.

The other party was obviously sent by the clans to fight the wheel, and 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. , up to [-] 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 beastman will also make a profit.

What's more, even with the support of positions, the battle damage ratio between orcs and humans is still about 1 to 2.

Orcs have millions of warriors, how can the Stormwind Kingdom have 200 million troops?
The feeling that people are constantly being pressed and the battle lines are constantly retreating is very bad.

The enemies on this day are very abnormal, with a total of 3 people, it is 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, soon 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 hip, and the intensity was far less than the previous day.

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

"This is..." Lothar was puzzled.

[Burning Xiao] Holding his forehead: "This, those idiots 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 videos of eating wolf meat in the WeChat group.The problem system restricted her from using communication methods beyond this world. Before the group of guys sent someone back to officially report the news, she had no reason to know the result.

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

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

The current big chief, the black hand brother, is a typical sturdy man with muscles in his brain.

The conspirator who started 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 the vast majority of orcs only recognize the leadership of the macho, so they found destruction. Zer * Black Hand, this muscular brother, is here to be a puppet.

It's really embarrassing for the black hand to coordinate hundreds of small clans to fight on the vast battlefield.

Orcs' philosophy is that the strongest clan should occupy the best hunting grounds and enjoy the best territory.

And orcs are more accustomed to fighting as a clan.

Therefore, 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 handed over 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 had nothing to offer other than a small clan of 5000 people to harass them.This gives humans a chance to breathe.

Lothar took the opportunity to reorganize the defense line and found a large number of migrant workers to reinforce the fortifications from Shanjin 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 was working hard to find time. In fact, he went to the grass to dig a rabbit's nest.

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

There was no time to resist, and a sap came down, and 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, were dragged into the camp dejectedly.

Next to them were a group of arrogant Trident Legionnaires, all with their nostrils facing 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 beat their shields with their swords frantically, and whistled until they were almost hoarse.

The sand sculpture player of the trident laughed so much that his mouth and eyes were almost crooked, and he handed over his hands and signaled: "Agree!"

Well, they don't speak the language, but everyone knows they're shit.

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

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

"Oh, settle with me!" Someone suddenly raised his hand not far away, and a man who was struggling all the time came running.

"you are?"

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

"Huh? Where have you heard of it?"

"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 would die 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 haven't responded: "This, how does the slave settle?"

"10 silver coins each, 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 Lost next to him were moved.

That poor man in Stormwind Kingdom!

It is said that it is an interest-free loan, and it will still have to 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 owes the debt is the uncle'.

Isn't it fragrant to capture prisoners and then earn foreign exchange to generate income?

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 it 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)