Chapter 869 The Era of Great Development
In October, the weather has become a bit cooler.
Near Orgrimmar, Thrall looked with joy at the tribesmen who had hunted a large number of raptors and filled the wooden supports with dragon meat, but he himself frowned.
Durotar is not bad.
Although it is a bit desolate, there is no shortage of prey, which is enough for the orcs to repopulate.
The problem is, Durotar is so desolate that it lacks... wood!
Sal was lucky enough to see humans using that magical building material called cement. He also learned more than once from the mouths of senior orcs how perfect and hard this so-called cement was.
It's a blessing that humans let the orcs go to war because of those damn undead creatures. Thrall never dared to expect Duke to show his kindness and send cement to the orcs to support the construction of Orgrimmar City.
Unfortunately, the orc craftsmen in this westward migration team can only build houses with brick and wood structures. These craftsmen who were once orc laborers told Thrall that with the current craftsmanship, they would not be able to build a house with more than two floors if they did not have high-quality wood that was strong, thick, and long enough.
So does the city wall!
After hearing about the terrifying artillery fire of the dwarves, Thrall made up his mind that Orgrimmar also needed city walls that could withstand those crude artillery bombardments.
The problem comes back to the original point again. In order to finalize the city wall, the orcs' craftsmanship still requires a large amount of high-quality wood.
Thrall called Grom Hellscream.
"Grom, the Horde requires the services of you and your people."
"You say it. I'll do it." Grom, who had been eating a lot recently and was carrying Gorehowl, looked very energetic.
"The tribe needs a lot of good wood to build cities and walls. Unfortunately, the west of Durotar is a bad place."
"The Barrens, right? It's indeed a terrible and appropriate name." Grom curled his lips.
"The Horde's spies have gone more than a week's walk from Durotar. The southern part of the Barrens is also a bad place with few trees. The Stonetalon Mountains to the west are not much better, and the only place with sufficient wood is It’s Ashenvale in the north of the Barrens.”
"What's the problem there?"
"I don't know, maybe it's a certain intelligent race, or some huge group of beasts. Anyway, none of the scouts who entered the forest in Ashenvale came back. This gives me a bad feeling." Thrall frowned. Eyebrow, he actually has an ominous premonition.
Unfortunately, the new tribe was in desperate need of large quantities of fine wood.
"What do you want the Warsong clan to do?"
"You take your people and five thousand orc carpenters, and try your best to cut down enough wood without offending the aboriginal people of Ashen Valley. It's probably the amount that five thousand people can carry back, and that's about it. "
"No problem." Grom whistled and walked out of the camp.
"Wait! Grom!" Thrall stopped the tribal hero.
"What?" Grom stopped.
"The tribe is too weak now. If possible, try not to conflict with the large intelligent races on this continent."
Grom smiled, his fangs pointing toward the sky glowing coldly: "It's okay! No one is my opponent for [Blood Roar]!"
The bad premonition in Thrall's heart became even more intense. It happened that he no longer had a sufficient number of established troops at hand. He felt relieved about Rexxa, but it was a pity that Rexxa was just a lone ranger.
Vol'jin is also good, but the problem is that the Darkspear clan has too few people.
Thrall had no choice.
The tribe didn't know that less than 500 kilometers south of the Kokar Cliffs at the southernmost tip of Durotar, on a place called Theramore Island, Jaina's Alliance expeditionary force had also established a foothold.
Moreover, the construction of Theramore Island is much faster than that of Horde's Orgrimmar.
In the center of the island, a huge five-story mage tower has risen from the ground.
"It's hard to imagine that it only took us a week to build such a large building. The rest of the week was actually waiting for the cement to dry completely." Looking at the Mage Tower, Jaina sighed.
"Exactly." The consultant Aegwin next to him agreed.
This wasn't the first time Jaina had seen a concrete bumpkin.
But this magical building material still feels magical no matter how many times I see it. As long as the craftsman marked the location of the stakes on the ground, in order to hurry up, Jaina even used magic to blast holes in the ground herself.
After the craftsmen inserted steel bars into the long, straight and deep holes blasted out by arcane magic and poured in mixed cement, the foundation was ready in just three days. Then it was time to set up stakes and pour cement into the molds.
As for the cooling of cement, this has never been a problem. For her new home, Jaina did not hesitate to use frost magic to cool the cement quickly and evenly.
So in just one week, a miraculous mage tower stood in the center of the island.
If Duke were here, he would definitely praise Gianna for being self-taught.
In the history before Duke crossed, when the Americans were building the famous Hoover Dam, in order to rush the work and to allow all parts of a reinforced cement concrete structure weighing more than 100 tons to cool down simultaneously, cement was poured after the modeling was completed. After that, liquid nitrogen was poured directly there to cool it down.
Now, Jaina has done it all with magic.
Watching the little kingdom in her dreams change day by day, and listening to the cheers of the people who had traveled across the ocean to seek refuge, not to mention how satisfied Gianna was.
The only thing that makes Jaina extremely troubled is that she, the Queen of Theramore, always seems to be a bit unworthy of her name. Duke's shadow can be found in too many places.
Without cement and the construction team of the Marcus family, I might have to live in a terrible tent for a month after arriving. This is very uncomfortable for Gianna, who was born as a princess.
You know, Theramore Island is semi-surrounded by Dustwallow Swamp. Since it is a swamp or a swamp in midsummer in August and September, which one has the most?
Mosquitoes!
Not everyone can run around with an ice shield like Jaina.
There are mosquitoes all over the sky and the ground, which is annoying to see from a distance.
However, the powerful mosquito repellent liquid provided by the Marcus Chamber of Commerce for free, the X-ray mosquito killer lamp, and window screens thoughtfully solved most of Gianna's troubles.
Moreover, the extremely crazy new reclamation project method made the entire Theramore Island have no so-called dead spots from the beginning.
Not to mention, Duke sent a large batch of magic materials from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas to the ship.
What to do?
Directly make magic defense inscriptions on the city walls of Theramore Island that will be built soon!
Gianna held her forehead: "I always feel like a kite. Whenever that bastard Duke wants me to go back, I just need to pull back the string."