"As General Regan said, Theramore City's planning and area cannot withstand more population pressure, and if you want to expand the new city, the area around the port is undoubtedly a very bad choice..." Jaina waved her hand to summon
A magical image showing the general situation of Dustwallow Swamp
"As we all know, Theramore is an outlying island very close to the mainland, but its soil conditions and soil structure are very different from Dustwallow Swamp," the female mage gushed like a geological expert, and she was very professional.
"It was not that we didn't consider the swamp when choosing the city's location, but unfortunately, the soil there is loose and nutrient-poor, and cannot support a solid castle foundation or allow certain magic crops to grow, so my colleagues and I
They gave it up without hesitation.”
"So what do you mean?" Eric hesitated for a moment and asked.
Jaina smiled slightly, moved the magic image downwards, and enlarged an area. "Since it is no longer feasible to expand the city, I think it is better to build an outer acropolis here. I can't help but let Crimson Storm have its own station, and also
Being able to form a horn with Theramore will help both sides defend each other."
Eric and several dwarf officers looked at each other and asked with some confusion: "But didn't you say that Dustwallow Swamp is not suitable for building a city? How can we build an acropolis on it?"
"Of course, there are some places where this is not possible, but this is an exception." The place where Jaina pointed was south of Thera West. With a thought, the name of this place quickly appeared on it - the Black Dragon's Lair.
"Your general sent Herod and Roxas on a mission yesterday in order to survey the terrain there clearly." Jaina made a questioning gesture to the two of them, "Well, I don't know what detection you two have come up with.
What's the result?"
"Lord, it's very good. It should be said that it even exceeded our expectations." Herod took out a small tube of soil sample from the bag on his waist. "Whether it is used as a building material or as a foundation lining, these
Volcanic rocks are very strong and durable, I think building a basic fortress should be a piece of cake!"
"Well, not bad!" Regan nodded appreciatively, "He is indeed a warrior of the Crusade, and his quality is indeed outstanding!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the dwarf officers and said deliberately, "Since Herod's mission was successfully completed yesterday, there is still a very arduous task for now... I think I still leave it to him. Do you have any opinions?"
The dwarves were not happy to hear this. Although they were secretly dissatisfied with Ragen, they still affirmed his strength. And now this strong man actually praised an unknown boy in front of them. How could this happen?
Can you prevent the competitive dwarves from getting angry?
It should be noted that the Thunder Hammer tribe made outstanding achievements in the Third War. Even Magni was relatively polite to them, unlike Ragen and Eric who beat them up as soon as they met, beating these dwarves until they were speechless.
But this is not the end! You must know that dwarves are notoriously cautious when it comes to fighting, otherwise no clan members would be beaten, and the clan leader would have to find the rules for the place.
Since my fist is not as big as yours, I still have more beard than you!
Although the Thunderhammer dwarves are as impulsive as the Bronzebeard dwarves, they are not fools: Eric himself is no match for Regan, let alone the other tribesmen, so the petty dwarves want to vent their anger and let Lei Gen
You don't have to underestimate yourself at all. It's obvious that this place can only be placed on the battlefield.
Of course, they are not stumbling in secret. The dwarves are not that despicable. They want to prove their strength on the battlefield. Let this fledgling kid learn what "Thor's Hammer" is!
But what is annoying is that after so many days in Dustwallow Swamp, half of the enemies have not seen or said anything. Even the only big fish, the lich Kel'Thuzad, was hit by a blood-colored person. This
This made the dwarf, who was already moldy with suffocation, even more crazy.
So when Eric saw that Regan announced that he would give the next task to Herod, he jumped out without saying a word: "General Regan, Lord Herod is not the only one who can handle the Red Storm! Besides, he did it yesterday
You are already exhausted, why not leave this task to me! Our brothers from Thunder Hammer are still capable of completing your task!"
"Is this... I'm afraid it's not good?" Reagan pretended to hesitate, "Thor's troops are invincible, but you are long-range artillery after all, and this mission is a bit..."
"Don't worry, sir!" Eric was afraid that Regan would not agree, so he quickly interrupted him, "My boys are not just weak gunners, they will not be inferior to any infantry even if they draw their swords in hand-to-hand combat! So no matter
Whatever the task is, we can complete it!"
Regan raised his eyebrows and said in a weird tone: "Really? Any mission is fine?"
"...No problem!" Although Eric felt that the knight's tone was a bit strange, he agreed without much thought.
"Very good!" Regen laughed, as if his evil plan had succeeded. He patted the Thunder Hammer clan leader on the shoulder and said, "Since Mr. Eric is so enthusiastic about military affairs, then the arduous task of rebuilding the Black Dragon's Lair will be left to you!"
"ah?!"
Under everyone's malicious eyes, Eric was stunned for a long time before letting out a scream and hovering over the Theramore campus for a long time...
——————————————————————————Since the Thunderhammer dwarves “actively” took over the task of building the acropolis, Theramore’s port has been
It became even busier, not only various stones, but also large quantities of wood were transported here by ship - due to climate factors, the trees in the swamp were a bit soft and difficult to use as building materials.
In addition, Theramore also sent engineers with professional knowledge to help supervise the construction of the new acropolis. According to the discussions between Regan and Theramore nobles, the new city will be slightly larger than Theramore. It will naturally accommodate five thousand soldiers first.
Needless to say, at the same time, it must also take into account its function as a trading city, so all specific elements need to be considered.
The Thunderhammer dwarves, who have now been converted from warriors to supervisors, are also doing a great job. Their main duties are to supervise workers and blast off mountains, and are not the migrant workers that Regen joked about before. Therefore, Ari, who was originally dissatisfied,
Katsuya is a little more balanced, and he is quite responsible for this matter.
Azeroth is a class world. Regardless of human society or other alien countries, everyone's role division is very detailed: at least two-thirds of Theramore's 20,000 civilians are low-level coolies and farmers.
Naturally, it is these dirty jobs, but Eric's troops are elite soldiers whose mission is to protect the country. If these outstanding soldiers are really allowed to carry the cement bags, I believe that before Varian gets angry, the Alliance will
I'm afraid someone from the high command will invite Regan back to Stormwind City for tea soon.
As the prototype of the new Acropolis slowly takes shape, the unbearable bad boot season of Dust Mud Swamp is also slipping away unknowingly. The ever listless leaves turn to dark green, which means that summer in the Western Continent has quietly arrived.
"Plop," a Kodo's front hooves were too hard and stepped on the water that was not yet dry. The splashed mud flew up high and coated several short goblins next to it.
mud paint
"Oh, there's my new shirt!" Grandzo, who was sitting on the Kodo, also suffered a disaster. The hem of his snow-white shirt was also stained with a little mud. He picked up the whip angrily and thought about it for a long time.
I couldn't bear to do anything to this beast that cost ten gold coins, so I vented my anger on the servant who was leading the way, "Blind fool, who asked you to take it to the mud pit! Now, sir, I will
My new clothes are all ruined!”
The servant, who was like a mud monkey, did not dare to talk back. He could only bear a whip from Grandseau with a grin on his face, and then said in a flattering manner: "Sir, please calm down. We can get out of this damn swamp right away. When we get back to Jingte
Once you reach the city, you can enjoy a nice hot bath!”
"Nonsense, you idiot!" Monsieur Grandseau whipped his whip down again, glaring and angrily yelling, "After following the master for so long, don't you know what I'm most afraid of is dirt? Don't talk about so much disgusting mud, just
I can't bear to let even a speck of dust stay on my white and elegant shirt!"
The goblin servant rubbed his face and cursed in his mind: he had reminded Granzo when he disembarked from Theramore that Dustwallow Swamp was not only dangerous, but also extremely dirty. It would be best for him to bring a few servants to carry the goods.
It was transported to Jingya City, but this stingy old man obviously didn't trust his subordinates and insisted on following him personally. Moreover, his damn mysophobia would attack from time to time, and he would have to take a bath in this remote place with no village or shop!
Oh, Goddess of Commerce, Dustwallow Swamp has always been a desolate place. Where can we satisfy this old man? The servants had to donate drinking water, which made Grandso stop making noises.
But now it seems that this matter is quite embarrassing. Obviously, the caravan will not be able to move forward until he takes a shower.
"Sir, this place is not a town. After we leave Theramore, we can't expect to have a place to rest!" the servant urged.
"Shut up!" Grandseau raised his whip again, ready to lash out. "Are you going to let me walk the rest of the way in such a slovenly manner, and then go to see my beautiful Liaosha covered in mud?"
The servant looked at the mud on the hem of the big goblin businessman with tears in his eyes. It was estimated that the affected area was not as big as a fingernail. "By the gods, my lord, if there is a place to rest in this place,
Town, I hope the Goddess of Commerce will punish me so that I won’t get a penny for this errand!”
After speaking, several other servants also came up to persuade him. Although Grandseau was mean, he could distinguish right from wrong. Seeing his servants swearing such poisonous oaths, he knew that what they said was true. He suppressed the anger in his heart and waved.
He waved his hand and was about to tell his men to continue setting off, but suddenly, his eyes that were extremely sensitive to sparkling objects seemed to see something. He stood up from the kodo cushion, stood on tiptoes and looked toward the southwest.
After a moment, he jumped down with an angry look on his face.
"You bastards, you still dare to lie to me, what is this not a city?"
The servants looked in the direction he pointed, and found a shadowy castle not far away.
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