Over the next week, everyone in the coalition forces was engaged in digging the canal.
The dwarves who are good at digging dig the rocks, the strong orcs and minotaurs carry the sand and gravel, and the humans are responsible for all the chores, from repairing tools, cutting down trees and roads, to transporting materials and providing food, all of which are their job, and as for the Forsaken, the commander-in-chief, Brian?
Copperbeard makes the most of their strengths, and they do all the work that requires diving underwater.
The days of hard labor made all the coalition soldiers complain and complain, and many even clamored that they would rather fight the Scourge than endure it anymore.
A week later, in the evening, the hall on the third floor of the castle was filled with officers of all races, each of whom looked exhausted and exhausted.
"I can't stand it anymore, every day except digging stones and digging stones, we are griffon knights soaring in the sky!"
Furstad?
Brute Hammer grumbled dissatisfiedly.
Truth be told, he couldn't remember how many years it had been since the Hammer Dwarves had done this kind of work since leaving Grimbaatar, and while they were far superior to the other races, they were far inferior to their distant relatives, the Copperbeard Dwarves.
"Come on, the brave orcs still carry rocks every day!"
The old orc Atrigue retorted that the orcs were not resistant to work.
Orgrimmar, the main city of the tribe, was built brick by brick by the orcs themselves, and although it was rough, it was stronger.
"Hey!"
The brute hammer pointed at the old orc dissatisfied, and his face turned red.
After getting drunk together, these two old guys are no longer so-for-tat and incompatible, but if there is a chance to fight, these two guys will definitely not let go.
"Always soaked in water, many of the forsaken have been soaked and rotten, and some people have worms on their bodies!"
Old Norman, who was sitting between the two of them, suddenly said faintly.
He scratched his itchy scalp, grabbed a writhing water fly from between his greasy hair, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
Judging by his expression of enjoyment, this bug seems to be delicious.
Suppressing the powerful desire to vomit in their hearts, Brute Hammer and Itreg rolled their eyes in unison: Some of the Forsaken have maggots on their bodies, right?
"All right, gentlemen, stop your endless bickering," said Tirio, who had been working on drawings with Brian?
Furding looked up and looked at them reproachfully, "We're two days slower than planned, and according to the Griffin Knights' scouting, Naxxramas has moved over the Mushroom Valley, and it's expected that in another week, it will be flying above us!"
” There was an uproar in the hall, and an unprecedented sense of crisis hung over everyone's hearts, and even Bruterick and Itreg fell silent.
They all realized that the excavation of the aqueduct had reached a point where it could not be delayed.
If they don't work harder, they will no longer have to face rocks and dirt, but bloody swords and flesh.
Unlike those stunned young soldiers, although they were shouting that they would rather fight than do hard labor, the officers knew that victory without a fight was always more precious than a tragic victory.
"I'll join in with the Lord's Guard."
Tyran, who has been silent?
Fording said suddenly.
"Tomorrow the shamans will hold an earth ritual festival and ask for the help of the earth spirits."
Old Itrig said in a serious tone.
He wasn't sure if the sacrifice would be successful, as the Earth Spirits rarely changed the landscape at the request of a shaman, because some of the things that were important to humanity were considered insignificant to them.
"I'll arrange for the Forsaken to work day and night, and we won't be able to sleep much anyway."
Old Norman said self-deprecatingly.
"The Brute Hammer can increase its speed by another third, and if you have enough spirits, you can increase this speed by another third!"
Furstad?
Brute Hammer swore and said.
"Well, I'm glad we finally got to an agreement, so what's the point of staying here?
Waiting for me to be treated?
Tirio unceremoniously began to drive people out, like a shepherd who drives his flock out of his fold.
The next day, regardless of the race or the legion, all the soldiers were surprised to find that their commanders all seemed to be crazy, and they all seemed to be vicious.
There is no longer a deep frolic of brotherhood, and there is no longer patient and meticulous persuasion, but whenever there is a sign of laziness and slippery, the officers come up and slap their heads and faces, without any affection.
For the rough-skinned orc warriors, it didn't seem like a big deal, anyway, they were used to the simple and rough warlord style of the officers.
The Forsaken, on the other hand, were unaware of anything unusual, and the extended hours did not matter to the tireless ones.
It was the human soldiers who were clamoring for this, but when they saw Lord Tyran?
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Like them, Ferding was carrying logs around in the muddy water, what else could they say?
As for the Hammer Dwarves, after receiving an ample supply of spirits, they felt that their work was not too easy!
Even after losing a full ten of their companions in a serious landslide, the dwarves did not complain.
In addition, the earth spirits agreed to Dezko's request during the shamans' rituals, and although they did not help the coalition forces dig a canal, they at least changed the soil along the route, and the originally hard granite became a soft sand and gravel geology, and now, all the dwarven craftsmen needed to do was erect a stronger support for the mines, and be careful of landslides, as it would take too much time to excavate alone.
Time passed in a frenzied excavation, and in the middle of the night on the third day, a loud cheer suddenly erupted from the depths of the cave.
A dwarven craftsman covered in dirt galloped to Tirio?
Furding, who was at the headquarters next to the docks, knocked on his door.
There was no attendant to open the door—the High Lord had sent everyone around him to the site—and it was the red-eyed Tirio himself, who hadn't slept for four or five days.
"What's going on?
Is it collapsing again?
Tirio asked, worried.
The Earth Spirit's transformation of the soil was a bit too good, and in three days, the cave had collapsed five times, and Tirio couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief when he saw the dwarf appear.
"No, Your Excellency, rejoice, we have finally succeeded!"
The dwarf shouted excitedly.
"Wow, that's great news!"
Tirio couldn't help but cheer, and he ran in the direction of the construction site, eager to see the canal with his own eyes.