Orgrim was well aware that the orcs were already at a great disadvantage.

From the very beginning, a few orcs can slaughter a village, a human army of 10,000 people can't withstand a round of charges from a second-rate orc clan, then to the stalemate in the attack on Stormwind, to the emergence of a stream of human crossbow arrows, then a stream of griffons, a stream of mortars.

The alliance of humans, dwarves, and elves has almost every once in a while to make it impossible for the orcs to take care of themselves.

After Warsong was crippled in the Silverpine Forest and the main orc force was stuck in Quel'Thalas, Orgrim knew very well that it was remarkable to be able to maintain the territory of the Southern Continent, especially after Gul'dan's damned traitor fled, the Dark Gate was without a host, and the orcs lost the means to continue to receive reinforcements from their homeland.

Seeing Derek's desperate proposal to blockade the coastline, Orgrim snorted: "Your proposal is good, but how do we defend it?" ”

Derek had a headache for a while: "The most standard approach is, of course, to build large-scale coastal defense fortifications in deep-water harbors where large ships may be moored, and place large-caliber artillery in pillboxes by the sea......"

As the most knowledgeable among the orcs, Orgrim said, "We orcs don't have that many artillery, forming a shore defense battery or something. Maybe you can ask the Black Iron Dwarf to do it, but it can't be done in the short term, I heard that it will take several months to make a human cannon. ”

Derek was embarrassed, he wasn't a dumb kid who didn't know anything.

"To make artillery, you first need a steel plant, and then you need an arms factory with a full set of equipment...... If the Black Iron Dwarves start from scratch, ask them to make clay molds from scratch and slowly debug them, maybe it will take half a year, and then transfer them from the Dark Furnace City......"

At this, Ogrim's brownish-red face was almost as green as his compatriots.

"That's in the future, is there any way to make up for it?"

"You can find out if there are any city defense cannons in the ruins of Fort Riptide and transfer them to the wetlands. Then do the same in the ruins of Stormwind, and then transfer to the Wild West......"

"Next question, how many guns are you going to put on such a long coastline, and where are you going to put them?"

Derek's head is huge, and the two small areas on the map each have more than 100 kilometers of coastline. If you really want to follow his arrangement, you can't do it without a thousand cannons.

He sighed: "Okay, Great Chief, I take back my shore defense artillery plan. The only thing to be thankful for here is that there are no deep-water harbors in these two areas where large ships can be moored, and if the Alliance wants to land successfully, it will have to stop ships in Stormwind City, which we control. Or in other areas, with extremely poor efficiency, using small sampans with no more than 10 people, the boat goes back and forth to the coast, and slowly lands. ”

Orgrim still appreciates Derek's knowledge, at least this plan is feasible: "When I get ashore, I will send more troops to these two areas." Anyway, when will you get to the swamp of sorrow. ”

Derek has another headache: "I have to wait for the windy ......"

The main force of Orgrim's Blackstone Clan has been climbing on the sea for more than a month.

The people of Kurtilas are reluctant to run ships on the eastern side of the Eastern Kingdom continent, of course, for a reason, there is no wind here.

At a time when sailboats are dominating the world, it is very fatal to have no wind or low wind speed.

When there is wind, even if it is a headwind, you can rely on the spinnaker and take an S-shaped route at sea to maintain a basic speed.

The level 1 or 2 breeze, or headwind, is very torturous.

That's why McDonald has returned to the division, and Orgrim's main force is still floating at sea, and the worst thing is that many Blackstone Orcs can't stand the torture of boating, all kinds of vomiting and diarrhea, and the sanitary conditions are deteriorating rapidly.

Most of the sailors are already undead, otherwise it would have been even worse.

Orgrim sighed and waved his hand helplessly: "Let's wait until we get ashore." ”

Three days later, in the Wall of Soladin, after seeing the glittering [Holy Grail Battle Banner] appear on this day, Grom's eggs hurt for a while.

The army of demons is here again.

Replaced by other troops, Grom said that he would charge back in waves, but the battle banner of the silver hand made him extinguish this careful thought.

"Haven't you been able to get in touch with the Great Chief?" Grom asked the orcs beside him.

"Nope! Will the Great Chief ......?" the other orcs muttered in their hearts.

The huge [Blood Roar] slammed into the ground, and the shocking sound made the audience silent.

"Stupid! If the Alliance does kill the Great Chief, we'll see his head! If you don't see it, it's fine! We have an obligation to hold this line for the orcs. However, let's just leave a few hard laborers on the watchtower. ”

has been abused a lot, and has been abused out of the psychological shadow.

As expected, not long after the strange sound of "bang bang bang" was heard in the distance, a large number of mortar shells fell on the head of the wall of Soradin.

In order to facilitate the defense, Grom once asked the laborers to build two rows of arrow towers at the head of the city, and in the terrible explosion, these arrow towers, which had taken a lot of effort to build, did not play their due role, and easily turned into huge torches, and the scattered wood chips exploded all over the sky.

However, the orc defenders were unharmed.

The wall of Soladin is not a completely solid wall, and after the expansion of the Arathi Highlanders in 2800, the inside of the wall also has a structure similar to that of a hidden cave.

That time was that Lothar didn't expect the appearance of a bug creature like the red dragon, and most of the main forces were arranged at the head of the city, so there was a tragedy of breaking the city in one day.

Now knowing that the long-range firepower of humans is ferocious, Grom's arrangement is very chicken thief, unless a large number of humans attack the city, the main force of the orcs in the cave will never come out.

When it comes to close-quarters melee, the orcs really haven't been afraid of anyone.

This kind of prudent play has made human mortars useless.

I thought that the human artillery would soon cease and replace the infantry.

Grom didn't wait.

On the human side, hundreds of mortars work in four shifts, every two hours, and the number of shells is not much, and they are stunned and continuous, without stopping for a moment.

Orcs are aggrieved!

It's like a cooking squad in an artillery company, wearing a green steel helmet and watching others fire!

For several days, the war between the Alliance and the Orcs seemed to be stalemate, as the humans did not send infantry to storm the city.

It's one thing to be aggrieved, and Grom is generally happy with the situation.

"Just hold on until the Great Chief returns!"

Unbeknownst to him, that night, hundreds of kilometers to the south, in the wetlands, huge warships silently approached the deep-water harbor where the port of Minahir was scheduled to be built.

Aurelia roared, "Brothers and sisters! It's time for us to prove our worth! ”

"Yes—"

One by one, the boats were lowered, and the ranger troops led by the three Windranger sisters were in good spirits and marched towards the incomparably clear outline of the shore in [Dark Vision].