When he was still in the tunnel, Urzago vaguely guessed what he would see when he went up, such a spacious tunnel, only those low battlements could be repaired, and nine times out of ten it was an abandoned dwarven fortress, and when he saw the "Iron Furnace Fort", it was indeed so.

In the mountains on the edge of the world, which stretch like a prone dragon, from north to south, there are countless greenskin tribes, most of which are the most powerful, after a great earthquake a long time ago, taking advantage of the heavy losses of the dwarven kingdoms in the mountains, cutting off transportation, and seizing some key fortresses, relying on ready-made resources, weapons and equipment.

There are countless such examples, such as the "Iron Rock" closer to the "Iron Rock", the "Eight Peaks Mountain" of the "Evil Moon Tribe" in the south, and the "Black Cliff" of the "Blood Fangs Tribe", they are both large tribes in the Badlands, compared to them, the cave of the "Broken Claw Tribe" is simply not worth mentioning, at best it can only be regarded as a small dwarven settlement.

Although the scale of this camp does not seem to be large, it is also a big surprise to the wild orcs, he has always thought that the stone they are a group of wandering green skins, by chance to occupy the "steel rock", and then settle down, but he didn't expect that there was another camp here.

But compared to the next scene, this accident is not worth mentioning.

When Urzago came out of the cave, he knew why there were so many houses inside, but he didn't see any trace of the green skins, so it turned out that the outside was the point.

What should have been a valley of green mountains and green waters was crammed with neat rows of masonry factories.

A dozen or so large chimneys as tall as several stories were pouring out black smoke, almost staining the sky with a layer of gray.

Countless short and thin green shadows shuttled through it, like well-trained green ants, making all kinds of noisy noises while running around, looking busy, noisy but maintaining a certain degree of order.

"Green Prophet, this is the "Iron Furnace Fort", our industrial park! ”

Seeing Urzago's shocked face, a large orc man behind him said with a smile.

Although this big man didn't know what the "industrial park" that the boss often talked about meant, it didn't prevent him from taking it out now and showing off in front of this ordinary green-skinned big man.

After nearly a year of rapid development, the industrial park of "Iron Furnace Fort" has begun to take shape, the original continuous forest has disappeared for most of the time, and all kinds of earth workshops have been replaced by larger and more productive masonry factories, which continue to produce all kinds of materials needed by the tribe.

For the whole afternoon, Urzago walked back and forth between the various buildings, going to the "fur workshop" to see how the leather armor was sewn, the brick factory to see how the bricks were burned, and the "cement" thing that was used to build the city walls.

The Savage Orc Shaman has always considered himself to be favored by Brother Mao, and he is one of the smartest orcs in the Greenskins, but this time he is considered to have a long experience, there are many things that even he can't understand, and what is even more terrifying is that the people who work in these houses are all the most unpopular fart boys in the Greenskin Tribe!

That's right! It's these little guys who are not as good as Squigg in other tribes, and they are actually engaged in a fairly technical job here! Some of them even didn't even understand him!

The Green Prophet suddenly felt that he had lived to Squigg for the past few years, but he could guarantee that no such strange thing would happen to other tribes.

the hair! Is this where that black orc's real strength lies? This is the real hole card of the "Broken Claw Tribe"?

No wonder what Shi said before was so categorical, Lao Tzu's tribe is the first in the world, it turns out that he relies not only on the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack "Steel Rock" and his soldiers, not only those rat vassals hiding underground, but also these little farts who should have zero IQ!

To be reasonable, in fact, the fart boys of the "Broken Claw Tribe" are far less powerful than the savage orcs think, and many of them are also doing the simplest jobs such as logging and quarrying, but after some little guys are upgraded to fart spirit laborers or more advanced fart spirit technicians, their IQ and hands-on ability have indeed increased significantly, but in general, they are at the level of ordinary human shrimps, and they are not very powerful.

If you look at it with a few green-skinned orcs or goblins, you may feel a huge contrast at most, but in Urzago's eyes, it has a deeper meaning.

For no one knows the Greenskins better than he does, and no one knows the weaknesses of his race better than he does.

The Greenskins have always been a race that likes to destroy more than to create, especially the orcs, who have no interest in the latter at all, and they only care about one thing, and that is combat.

It's too much trouble for any orc to make something by himself, and seeing that someone else has something good, doesn't he have it? It's simple, then go and grab it, grab the shrimp, grab the dwarf stacks, grab the green skin of other tribes, and after you grab it back, then throw it to the goblin to change it, just use it.

Since most of the greenskin tribes are made up of these strongest and most powerful orcs, it is conceivable that these tribes do not have the concept of production at all, and even if there are occasionally extremely powerful goblins in power, his attention will generally be on consolidating his position or annexing other tribes, and no tribe will put his mind on developing his own productive forces, to be honest, this is not realistic.

Besides, even if a strange green-skinned boss suddenly pops up, saying that he wants to build all his weapons and equipment from scratch like other races, there is no suitable candidate for his subordinates.

Orcs? Absolutely impossible, goblins? Too lazy, too stupid, troll? Half a pound and eight taels with the fart, Squigg......???

In fact, Urzago has been thinking about how to create the most powerful greenskin tribe all these years, but all he thinks about is how to improve the strength of orcs and goblins, until today, after seeing these dense farts boys who are working in full swing, in addition to surprise, he seems to have some other ideas in his mind, but he still can't think of a reason after thinking about it.

The difference is a kick in the door.

Just as the savage orcs were dazed and staggered in front of a strange-looking building, they suddenly heard a familiar loud voice coming from inside.

"I'm going to go! Finally let me draw it! I'm a fucking genius! ”