Although the command of the orcs before was rough and heroic, it was smashed by clans one by one, but the sense of oppression that gave you no breath at all was very terrifying.

I just have more soldiers than you, I just have more combat ability than you alone, and I just consume with you!

This kind of unreasonable style of play made Lotsa's scalp numb.

There are so few guys who can be used as soldiers that farmers can't be dragged into battle casually. The ignorant farmer was so frightened by the roar of the greenskin that he peed his pants, and at least he had to be trained by the militia to barely fight.

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

The other party was obviously sent by one clan after another to fight the wheel, and Lothar was stunned and could only be tired of coping.

Now the forests within a hundred kilometers west of Shanjin Town have been burned to pieces, and this kind of thorough scorched earth policy has caused very great difficulties to the other party's logistics, so that the orcs will not send many troops each time, at most 10,000 people.

The commander of the other party is also a scoundrel, that is, he sent someone to send it, even if it was a one-on-one exchange, the orcs also earned.

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

The orcs have a million soldiers, where is the two million army in the Stormwind Kingdom?

The feeling of constantly pressing, fighting, and retreating the front is very bad.

The enemy on this day was very abnormal, there were 30,000 people, and it was a relatively large clan.

For a moment, Lothar almost thought that the other side was going to attack.

But after the chaotic charge as always, Lothar, who relied on the Trident Legion to barely block it, soon discovered the enemy's chaos.

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

The strong soldiers certainly grabbed the food, the weaker soldiers could only starve, and the second day the orc attack was quite crotch-pulling, and the intensity was far less than that of the first day.

The funniest thing is that on the third day, the food was out of food, and the orcs rolled back in disgrace.

"It's ......" Lothar scratched her head.

[Burning Dawn] raised his forehead: "This, those fools said to assassinate the Great Chief's deputy, Orgrim. It seems that most of the time it was a success. ”

In fact, she already knew the result, and the group of sand sculptures had already uploaded a video of eating wolf meat in the WeChat group. The problem system restricted her from using out-of-this-world means of communication, and she had no reason to know the outcome until the group sent someone back to report the news.

"Orgrim?" Lothar hurriedly released Garona's "Little Encyclopedia of Orcs".

Orcs form tribes, and the election method of the big chief is very simple and violent, whoever has the big fist is the big chief, and everyone listens to him.

The current big chief, the black hand brother, is a typical macho man with a brain full of muscles.

The conspirator who launched this cross-world war, the evil warlock Gul'dan who took refuge in the demon boss Kilgardan, he is not easy to control the tribe directly, because the vast majority of orcs only recognize the leadership of the macho man, so he found the muscular brother Guigui of the destroyer* black hand to be a puppet.

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

The idea of the orcs is that the strongest clans deserve to occupy the best hunting grounds and enjoy the best territory.

And the orcs are more accustomed to fighting in clans.

Therefore, which clan to send up to cut down the humans, how much food and logistics to allocate as a supply team, this kind of matter has been left to Orgrim before.

As soon as Orgrim fell ill, the orc's attack immediately pulled his hips.

For the next three days, the orcs did not have a force to deal with, except for sending a small clan of 5,000 people to harass them. This gives humanity a chance to breathe.

Lothar took the opportunity to reorganize the defense line and found a large number of civilian workers to strengthen the fortifications from Shanjin Town to the first line of Yuquan Fortress.

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

Fifty kilometers east of Shining Gold Town, an orc was busy working hard, but in fact he had gone to dig a rabbit's nest in the grass.

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

didn't have time to resist, and a suffocating stick came down, and suddenly the whole person spun around.

In the next moment, he felt a pain in his crotch, and he completely fainted.

Two days later, Lothar was just playing out on the map in the wooden barracks when he heard a commotion outside. When I went out and looked, the whole person was stupid.

Hundreds of orc laborers, like gourd strings, bound in their hands by a hemp rope the thickness of a thumb, were escorted into the camp in despair.

Next to him was a group of swaggering Trident Legionnaires, all with their nostrils facing the sky, walking with a step that they did not recognize, calmly accepting the cheers of the soldiers of Stormwind.

"Wow! Good job! ”

"Haha! Orcs also have today! ”

They frantically flapped their swords against their shields, whistled, and screamed until their voices were hoarse.

The sand sculpture player of the trident smiled so much that his mouth and eyes were almost crooked, and he arched his hand and signaled: "Accept and accept!" ”

Well, the language barrier, but everyone knows they're stinky fart.

"It's ......" Lothar messed in the wind.

[Chu Jiayun] leaned over and used a lingua franca: "Didn't you say before that what duke collects people's heads?" 256 orc laborers. Trouble which boss to settle the bill. ”

"Oh, I'll settle it!" Not far away, someone suddenly raised his hand, and a person ran with a bitter face.

"You are?"

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

"Huh? Where do you think you've heard of it? ”

"I'm actually a wandering singer, and somehow, I was thrown over by Duke Stratholme to buy orc slaves." This wandering singer who will die in Stratholme City during the massacre in history is actually a rare boss who happened to be discovered by someone to be used as a tool.

[Chu Jiayun] didn't react yet: "This, how can the slave settle?" ”

"10 silver coins each, unlimited purchase. It's okay with my handover. Frestern beckoned, and naturally someone sent the gold coins.

"Dangdang!" The golden coins, not to mention the players, even the Lothar next to him is excited.

Storm Kingdom is so poor!

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

Most of the bigwigs of this era have a strong sense of honor, and they don't have the idea of 'the debtor is the uncle' at all.

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

At this stage, the stormers feel that they can still hold on, and no matter how bad they are, they can retreat to Stormwind City, and no one has the idea of leaving their hometowns and other wells, except for a few nobles who send the second and third sons to Lordaeron, and the boat to return to Lordaeron is still very empty.

What really impressed Lothar was the performance of the orc hard work.

[Situ Annihilation] untied the rope of a laborer and roared in orc language: "You! Go and help move that wood. ”

Thousands of people in the audience watched as the orcs trembled and carried a four-meter-long log that one person hugged together, and stood there waiting for the next instruction.

"Heap it there!"

The laborers immediately and quickly put the wood in the designated place, which was used to repair the wooden fence.