Chapter 78 How Can We Go to Draenor without a Fortress?

Just as many cities in Europe came from the military camps left by the Romans, Nergo also planned to build a military camp in the Throat of Blade before building a city, and then gradually expand it based on this.

"Report, the Throat of Blade is ahead!" A wolf cavalryman reported to Nergo.

"Everyone, stop!" Nergo used the wind to transmit his voice to ensure that everyone could hear his order.

"The wolf cavalry dispersed and took charge of the alert, and everyone else built the camp!" In terms of how to build, Nergo could be said to be ignorant of everything. After all, he was the kind of player who could only build a square box house when playing games. If he was asked to teach soldiers to build a house, it would basically be said that he had built a big coffin.

But it didn't matter if he didn't understand, as long as someone understood it. After all, the orcs' laborers would still know how to build houses, not to mention that the camp that Nergo asked them to build was not very valuable.

"Report."

A voice came, and Nergo turned his head to look. It was a laborer. Judging from his dress, he should be a second-level laborer, and he was also a senior civil engineer at the foreman level.

"Rook?" Nergo looked at him. He knew this hard laborer. He was appointed as a second-level hard laborer when he recruited hard laborers. Although he had many shortcomings like other hard laborers, fortunately he did a good job in construction.

Nergo couldn't help asking: "Is there a problem with building the camp?"

Rook nodded and said: "Yes, we have almost used up all the wood and stone. The materials carried by the wild boar are enough for us to build two arrow towers at most."

"Then let the soldiers dig." Nergo gave an order, and all the infantrymen turned into lumberjacks, using their axe to cut trees and pickaxes to dig stones.

In short, there is nothing in this broken place, but there are many trees and stones.

"Also, you go and notify the flag soldiers and let them see which location nearby is suitable for camping and choose a good place. We will settle down and build a city here in the future." Nergo ordered.

Finally, after the advice of the flag soldiers, Nergo decided to build the camp near the stream.

The terrain here is flat and close to the water source. It can be said to be a good place to build a stronghold.

In Nergo's plan, the new base must have arrow towers to guard against foreign enemies, animal pens to feed wolves, and other buildings such as workshops are also indispensable. The orcs call such places war mills.

At the same time, according to Nergo's requirements, the soldiers began to build military camps, which they had experienced countless times in previous training.

First, they cut down all the trees near the camp and stuck them into the ground as fences and chevaux de frise.

However, considering that there are no creatures like horses in Draenor, it is possible that the soldiers will privately call this thing a chevaux de frise.

"Grab a handful and run away? I'm not that kind of orc." Nergo also waved a shovel at this time, and built a camp with his soldiers.

Opposite him was Sylvanas. Sylvanas, who usually exuded a sense of keeping strangers away, now became a supervisor in this large construction site. This can be regarded as giving full play to her advantage as a Forsaken.

After all, a sudden gust of cold wind around can make people feel a lot more energetic. If there is a Sylvanas who is even colder than the cold wind, it will be even better.

"Come on! We can rest after the trench is dug!" Nergo shouted loudly as he watched the setting sun.

The orcs acted quickly, and in just a short while, the camp was built in good shape.

Nergo walked straight into the council hall in the center of the camp, where Sylvanas had been waiting for him for a long time.

"How does it feel to personally participate in the construction of the camp?" Nergo asked.

Although Sylvanas was the supervisor at the beginning, when everyone was working hard to build the camp, she picked up a shovel like everyone else.

"It's a new experience." She replied. "But it's not bad."

Sylvanas is not a delicate little princess who can't bear a little hardship. When she was a ranger general, she was bullied by her mother in various ways.

"This is also a new experience for me." He said, "But it's terrible for me."

"Terrible?" She was puzzled.

"I saw you were working harder than anyone else while digging the trench, and you were smiling."

Nelgo was surprised: "You don't think my smile comes from me digging a pit, do you?"

He complained: "If anyone has fun while working, either he has amazing rewards or satisfaction, or he is mentally ill."

"Which one are you?" she asked.

"Of course it's the first one." Nelgo said: "I smile because I will soon have my own territory, and every smile I show is for my upcoming rule."

He gradually approached her and stopped at the big table in the center of the council hall, on which a detailed map of the entire Nagrand was laid out. Even the situation near the Ogre's Highmaul Castle was drawn on the map.

"Can't you go wash first?" Sylvanas frowned slightly when she smelled some smell in the air.

"I'll go in a while." She didn't feel anything when everyone was together just now, but Nelgo really felt that the smell was a bit strong when she smelled it now.

"What are you going to do next? Continue to build the camp?" Sylvanas asked.

"What if it was you?" Nergo wanted to hear Sylvanas' opinion and what she would do if she were faced with a group of enemies that needed to be eliminated.

"I will find some adventurers who are willing to die for gold." She thought.

Nergo did not hear Sylvanas's reply. After a moment of silence, he said: "I plan to let the soldiers rest for a few days, and the laborers will continue to build the camp."

The temporary fence can be replaced with a wall, and the four gates of the camp can be equipped with a few more arrow towers. The trenches can be filled with wooden spikes, and some castles and towers can be built...

After listening to Nergo's words, she pointed to a location on the map, which was the location of their camp.

"So what should this foreseeable fortress be called?"

"How about Grobler Castle?" Nergo ran his palm across his throat, "Grobler means the courage of the giants. This will be a sharp knife stuck in the most uncomfortable position of the ogres."

"Then let's start with the throat of the Cutthroat Tribe?" Sylvanas leaned over and looked at him with her red eyes: "I like hunting, especially the final hunt for ogres."

She didn't know how long her world could last. Maybe every day she stayed in Draenor was the last day of Azeroth.

She didn't want to waste time. She wanted to help Nergo quickly achieve her goal.

"They won't be the final prey. For me, Gul'dan and his master are." Nergo licked his lips. He knew his goal very well. He wanted to get rid of the Legion and become the savior of the orcs.

But everything started from Grobler Castle and began to establish his own rule.