Stratholme God

  Chapter 72 A Darkness Before Someone's Eyes

   This is the sorrow of nomads.

  Before the nomadic peoples were transformed into agricultural peoples, the population of the clan was destined to be linked to the number of prey and their own livestock.

   Don't look at the orcs as if there are many people, there are as many as one million, and those who come to Azeroth are the essence of all the orcs in the entire Draenor planet, and almost all the most powerful clans are here.

   In addition, Goudan secretly acts as a demon, constantly absorbing fel energy, making the life in the land disappear.

  The land loses fertilizer and vitality, which naturally causes plants to stop growing, further reducing prey.

  The living environment becomes worse - this is the simplest fuse of war.

   Orcs who are accustomed to safari cannot survive. If they are induced again, there will be a war between Draenor and the Draenei before the Dark Portal battle.

  Whether it was Ner'zhul, the former boss of the Shadowmoon clan, or the current Gul'dan, a simple-minded orc could easily be fooled by a slight push.

   Durotan saw this, so he became suspicious: "Do Gul'dan and his Shadowmoon clan really care about us orcs?"

   "What?" Orgrim was startled.

   Before they could discuss, he suddenly discovered that the Great Chief Destroyer* Blackhand was approaching with a large number of Blackrock clan warriors.

   "What is this for?" Orgrim was quite angry.

   "Durotan! The glory of a warrior is forged in the blood of the enemy! You and your cowardly clan are not qualified to be a member of the Horde, I declare as the warchief - you and the Frostwolf clan have been exiled!"

   Durotan and Orgrim's eyes were as big as copper bells, and they couldn't believe their ears.

   "Exile!?" Durotan seemed to be shaking even the fur on the white wolf fur on his shoulders.

Isn't    just refusing to use human civilians as cannon fodder to fill trenches?

   This banishes me?

   Such humiliation is unheard of.

   Orgrim was about to roar in opposition, when suddenly he was grabbed by Durotan: "That's it, I won't be waiting for the Frostwolf for such a tribe."

   The puppet chieftain saw that Durotan was interested, and was not interested in saying anything more: "Before sunset, take your cowards out of the country! Never appear where the tribe warriors can see!"

   Orgrim's eyelids twitched wildly, his fists clenched, as if it would explode at any moment, but in the end he was slumped.

   "What should the Frostwolf do?"

   Durotan looked at the north, a little disappointed: "I heard that the Dragonmaw clan broke a bridge on the north side of this continent, and seeing a huge snow-capped mountain in the distance, it may be very suitable for Frostwolf."

"That……"

   "Orgrim, it's you, be careful!" Durotan interrupted his old friend's words and said solemnly: "I feel that Gul'dan is likely to betray the Horde."

   Orgrim's pupils shrank suddenly.

   These friends didn't realize that the wheel of history has been twisted a lot.

  …

   On the other side, Stratholme led, when McDonald heard from the Griffon Knight that the Valley of the Kings in Stormwind City had been filled up, he knew that the fall of Stormwind City was unavoidable.

Although there are more than 100 large ships that go back and forth between the North and South continents day and night, transporting food and other war preparation materials when going to Stormwind City, and transporting refugees when returning to the city, this transportation volume is destined to be a drop in the bucket compared to the 400,000 soldiers and civilians in Stormwind City. .

   How much can a ship carry with the cargo capacity of three or four hundred tons? How many people can it carry?

   Even if the possible outbreak of the disease is ignored and the cabins on the return journey are filled with people, the necessary food and water will still occupy a considerable amount of space. A contemporary top-of-the-line wooden cargo ship can transport 300 refugees to the sky, no more.

  No way, the ships of this era are similar to the Galen sailboats in the era of the great navigation of the earth. A 50-meter-long wooden sailboat has a displacement of about 1,000 tons.

   These days, before the system settlement day comes, McDonald's is doing the final counting work.

   He can accept premiums for various materials due to the war within the scope of the system, but he absolutely prohibits corruption. There are already more than a dozen greedy tool people hanging on the southeast branch and becoming human bone wind chimes.

   There are too many factors that determine the success of a prodigal:

Considering the peculiar information lag of this era, many expenditures and incomes are recorded on parchment paper, which is often full of errors and omissions, and most of the mathematics of the middle and lower-level civil servants are taught by physical education teachers. McDonald's can hardly believe the following rumors. report to come.

   But the income of millions of people and the territory of more than 100 towns, even if you stare at the system, you can't count it.

   The worst thing is that the system stipulates that [you must not do anything beyond the host's identity. ], which determines that McDonald's can only focus on the big and let go of the small.

  The hard flowers that can be spent!

  Since the Andorhal Land in the west, and even Alterac in the far southwest did not pay attention to this war at all, then don’t blame him for buying and buying hard.

  Andorhal's autumn grains were purchased in large quantities at a premium. All the fish produced in Darrowmere Lake, south of Andorhal, is bought and salted to make dried fish.

   Food was hoarded in Stratholme's strong defensive positions - Cowling's Crossing, Tyr's Hand, Rivendell and Stratholme City.

Residents in these places are required to hoard their own food for a year. At the same time, brewing control is implemented, private brewing is prohibited, and the supply of alcohol is also reduced to a very low level. It is even announced that alcoholics and guys who dare to moonshine will be punished by the first Sent as cannon fodder for a while.

   After a few laps, McDonald's finally felt a little relieved.

   This time, he deliberately lost 35,000 gold coins. In fact, this money is what the Stratholme family called the 'Millennium Savings'. After all, in the eyes of the above generations of family owners, since I have a fixed income every year, what do I save so much money for?

   After clearing the warehouse in advance at a fair price and excluding the source of income such as metal mines that may have caused huge profits due to the war, the rest of the grain income, poll tax, toll tax, etc., cannot add up to more than 35,000 gold coins.

   As for the White Cross Arena?

Ha ha!

That place was used by McDonald's to publicize how terrible orcs are: it was not used to hold a duel match at all, and nearly a hundred orc warriors were thrown into it and given to the army directly under King Terenas for training in disguise. Show it to the people of Lordaeron.

   If it was settled at this moment, he must have passed the level, and he could not help but sigh in his heart: Farewell, Azeroth! Although you are very beautiful here, I am also very happy. I can wake up from a 20-square-meter super big bed every day, even if I roll six laps to the left, and then immediately roll to the right for twelve laps, I haven't fallen out of bed...

  The only thing that annoys McDonald is that there is no precise date when Stormwind falls.

  While waiting anxiously, on November 11th, McDonald's was very surprised to see the Mayor Barcelas and Mrs. Anastari coming together, with an undisguised happy smile on his face.

   Seeing this expression, McDonald's heart skipped a beat: FUCK! You must kill me! ?

   The mayor bowed 90 degrees and handed over a thick stack of parchment: "Congratulations to the Duke!"

  It’s okay if McDonald didn’t look at it. When he saw it, the world was spinning. The various numbers above added up, triggering the system prompt. When a series of green numbers jumped, they summed up into a terrible number——

  【68388 Gold Coins】!

   (end of this chapter)