The construction of the port of Antonidas is progressing rapidly.

Carlin was amazed at how hard the scrawny, yellow-skinned orc laborers worked.

Although the port is well built, it has a bit of tribal architectural style, and it is slightly flawed.

"Gotta give these laborers an extra meal, a reward!" Carlin said to the dwarven cook.

……

The waters of Lok Modan run down the boulder dam and along the Wetland Canal to the sea in Port Antonidas...... It's a perfect route.

Along this route, the freshly produced pork from the farms can be transported along the canal to the port of Antonidas, and then to the town of Nanhai.

This inexpensive, excellent tasting wild boar has been very popular in many alliance cities such as Lordaeron, Dalaran, Alterac, and even Silvermoon City. Similarly, driven by great profits, countless caravans rushed to the port of Antonidas......

This humble port, in a few months, became extremely lively.

It's not just wild boar, as the head of the farm, the ** master Ansrem Ruinvivor, is already researching the maturation spell to be cast on other animals!

These include the famous Alterac goats, the Alvin cows, and the Chocobos of the Yongge Forest, which are delicious but expensive because they are difficult to raise......

Grilled lamb chops, beef jerky, and chocobo soup, and perhaps a wider variety of meats, will soon be exported from Grimbaatar to all parts of the eastern continent.

For the inhabitants of Azeroth, this will be a treat on the palate.

……

Boya lifted a large vat of pickled wild boar onto a wooden boat.

With a gesture from the dwarven overseer, Boya nodded and stayed on the boat.

On the orders of the dwarven overseer, he was responsible for transporting the cured meat from these boats to the harbor at the end of the river and then carrying it to another boat.

Honestly, this is a chance to rest, after all, there is no need to work during the boat round-trip.

However, Boya didn't think there was much point in resting, because he wasn't tired at all. In recent months, his work has been quite easy...... It's much better than when I was under the tribe before.

Every day after an hour of dawn, the dwarven overseer came to call them to work, and before it was dark, the work was over, and the daily work was easy, only to feed the wild boars, and then transport them to the slaughterhouse, and finally carried from the slaughterhouse to the ship, and the other food was also good, and now there were two pieces of meat at each meal except for black bread, and Boya had not felt the taste of hunger for a long time.

Not only Boya, but all the orc laborers feel that their lives are much better now than they were when they were under the tribe before......

It's a pity that those compatriots who died, they didn't hold out to this day......

Boya sat on a barrel, humming a Nagrand ditty with ease while basking in the sun.

Suddenly, he heard strange noises.

"Woo la

Boya jumped to his feet as if he had been shaken.

This voice is not unfamiliar to him, it is a fish-man......

In the past, when the tribe occupied the wetlands, they were often invaded by fishmen...... The social monsters that live in the water are very annoying, they will attack from the water, and when they meet resistance, they will quickly swim back down the river......

Although after the appearance of humans and dwarves, those fish people disappeared for a while.

"Enemy ......," Boya shouted in a lingua franca that he was not familiar with.

The dwarven overseer heard it too, and he was already on deck.

Following the direction of the dwarven overseer, Boya also looked out.

The hideous-looking creatures swam hard at their boat.

Boya could already make out the ugly faces of the fish-people, and the emerald green slime that flowed from their mouths.

Fishmen are not large, almost half the height of an adult orc, but their limbs are very muscular.

Some fishmen wielded their claws, others held rusty iron hooks and scimitars......

"These fish-people, here for this meat!" Boya is already sure.

In the past, Boya would have shrunk into the cabin and shivered, but now it was different, and he felt that he should fulfill his duty.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the musket in the dwarf's hand rose into smoke.

At the same time, a fish-man who rushed to the front row collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Damn it!" The bronze-bearded dwarf scolded, "Why are there so many of these monsters? ”

Boya had already strode over to the dwarf, pointing fingers, and his lingua franca was not good enough to convey his meaning to the dwarf easily.

Fortunately, the dwarf had been dealing with Boya for several months, and he knew him a little, he looked at Boya's earnest eyes, nodded, and then took off the hammer from his waist and handed it over.

The hammer is heavy, at least for Boya...... He had no talent for being a warrior, and the shaman of the tribe had concluded it when he was born.

With the exception of the one at the helm, all four of the dwarves on board came to the deck and raised their muskets.

Boya waved the hammer in his hand and let out a few screams at his companions, and the orc laborers looked at each other, and then they all walked over.

Three laborers took over a variety of weapons from the dwarves, and the remaining four could only hold the barrels from the ship.

Four dwarves were firing at the same time, but there were far more fishmen than they were.

The dwarves were very accurate in their marksmanship, and they killed a lot of fishmen...... But there were many more rushing over.

There were already fishmen rushing to the side of the boat, and the tallest one was no less big than an adult dwarf...... It had a sharp anchor in its hand and was about to climb the deck.

"Hit!" Boya roared, then slammed it down.

The dwarf's hammer was still too short for the orcs, but Boya used all his strength...... The hammer slammed into the fish-man's head.

"Wow, lala, lala!" The fish-man let out a loud wail.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the fish-man's head was opened.

It was the dwarf who handed Boya the weapon, and he blew on the barrel of the gun and gave Boya a thumbs up.

Boya grinned as well, nodding at the dwarf.

The one that had just been killed seemed to be the leader of the Fishmen...... With its death, the rest of the fish-people seemed to be frightened by the ship's resistance and fled back into the water.

"Oh!" The dwarves and orcs raised their weapons and shouted with joy.

"Quick, catch up with them!" A loud shout rang out from the sky.

Then, several large birds passed in front of Boya's eyes.