There are hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors.
It would not take so many troops to capture this small human kingdom. Moreover, Orgrim had already found the enemy's weak spot through practical actions - the low wall blocking the valley!
Dispersing to find food is also the way of survival for the orcs since ancient times. Now that food is scarce, it is even more inappropriate to gather such an excessive number of troops here.
The question is, who will go to attack the dwarves?
Creatures in nature often have the instinct to judge the strength of others by their size. Orcs generally look down on short humans whose heights are mostly only up to the orcs' chests, not to mention dwarves whose heights are only up to the orcs' waists.
In the eyes of the orcs, killing those dwarfs who are not even as good as orc children is a matter of minutes.
Therefore, this was seen as a lucrative position by the orc chieftains.
For a moment, every chief's eyes were eager. Staying here would certainly bring victory. Unfortunately, the Warchief Blackhand and his main force were here, which meant that the greatest glory and benefits would definitely go to the Blackrock Clan. The other clans could only follow behind and watch the Blackrock Clan eat meat, and then their own clans would get some of the broth.
It's different when you go out.
Risk? When is there no risk in life? In our homeland of "our world" (that's what the orcs call Draenor), every hunt is a fight for life. In the eyes of orcs, risk is not a problem at all.
Each chief unconsciously took a step forward.
Blackhand narrowed his eyes and used his limited brain capacity to think about the problem.
Soon, the chief made a decision.
"Kilrogg! The honor of conquering Ironforge is yours. I hope your Bleeding Hollow clan can live up to the reputation of our tribe."
"For the Horde!" Kilrogg Deadeye punched himself in the chest with a bang, and the old orc hero showed an extremely excited expression on his face.
Blackhand turned around and looked at Grom Hellscream who arrived at the last moment before the Dark Portal closed: "Your Warsong tribe will go all the way north to capture the kingdom called Stromgarde."
"Hehe! My Gorehowl has been thirsty for a long time." Grom's lips turned up, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
Blackhand slapped the rough wooden table, breaking a corner of it into pieces. "Other clans, get ready. We will go over the mountain and attack Stormwind's east wall."
Blackhand and Orgrim have good ideas.
Unfortunately, ideals are full and reality is skinny.
After the Horde spent eleven days having orcs dig wells and fetch water along the way and finally cleared all obstacles for the army's advance, Orgrim and the orc army behind him were dumbfounded when they once again crossed the mountains with ease.
Blackhand grabbed Orgrim by the neck and roared, "Is this what you call weak defense?"
The city wall was still the 5-meter-high wall that the orcs thought was not high, but in front of the wall there were not only several more barbicans that were similar to the wall outside the main gate of Stormwind City, but there was also a moat that was five meters wide.
Not only that, there were many huge earthen hills behind the city wall, and the flat tops of the hills were filled with various catapults and crossbows. Dozens of arrow towers stood tall, and the javelin throwers on them could easily throw their javelins to places outside the moat.
"Hahaha! Those green-skinned beasts must be dumbfounded!?" On the arrow tower, Lothar looked at the hesitant tribal army and laughed happily.
Llane beside him also smiled sincerely: "Thanks to you, Duke. If it weren't for the solution you came up with, we might have been finished."
Duke shrugged: "Nothing, more people means more work."
"You don't have to be modest. You are my lucky star." Llane smiled.
Simple city defenses could not resist the orcs' overwhelming attack. So Duke, the time traveler, used the ultimate move of "strength in numbers" to deal with the orcs.
It's very simple. Anyone who is willing to do hard work for the kingdom and dig a moat can get an early ticket to board the ship as long as he digs enough earth.
The people went crazy.
Everyone knew that Stormwind City could not be defended. The longer they stayed, the greater the chance of death. If it had not been surrounded on all sides and the sea Road was the only way to survive, the people would have rioted and fled on a large scale.
How many people at the dock tried every possible means and spent all their money just to get an earlier ticket.
Don't talk nonsense like everyone is equal. The fact is that the more capable and capital a person has, the more likely he or she is to escape early.
Didn't you see that the nobles no longer had to go through the civilian docks, but could directly board the new ships of the Stormwind Navy in the military port and escape from this desperate Stormwind City with ease?
But now, Duke's policies give these pessimistic people new hope.
As long as you make an effort, you can rescue yourself and your relatives and friends in advance.
The conditions were not harsh. The workers dug the soil under the cover of the Stormwind soldiers who were on high alert. Digging 20 standard wagons of soil could be exchanged for a ship ticket. Strong workers who worked hard for one or two days could basically guarantee three to four ship tickets.
In this way, Duke didn't even have to pay the workers. He used safety as a bargaining chip and easily added hundreds of large and small urns around the east and north walls of Stormwind City. Then he built sluices and, together with the canal in Stormwind City, built a moat on the outermost part of the outer city wall.
Although everything looks so rough and full of flaws, it is so much better than the original single 5-meter-high city wall.
Duke looked at Edwin VanCleef, who had dark circles under his eyes and who knew if he had slept for 10 hours in total in these days. Duke smiled gently and patted VanCleef on the shoulder.
"Master, you are too kind." VanCleef quickly bowed his head.
"I'll leave the transport ship 'Poseidon' that will arrive at the port at noon today to you and your stonemason. Pack up your things and go to Southshore to wait for me."
When VanCleef heard this, his eyes turned red: "Master, I..."
Duke stopped VanCleef from continuing, "Next up is the battle time, which is not the domain of stonemasons. You go first. The Stormwind refugees near Southshore are still waiting for the houses you build."
After hesitating for half a second, VanCleef looked up resolutely: "But I am also a man! I can fight too!"
Duke chuckled: "How many orcs can you beat? If you want to act cool in front of Anduin Lothar, you should at least become a professional first, right?"
"I...I..." VanCleef's eyes were red and filled with tears.
"Go, your lovely Vanessa is waiting for you." Duke's words touched the softest part of the heart of VanCleef, the tragic hero who had risen up for the stonemasons in history.
He suddenly knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, Duke!"