Many new buildings were constructed on the clearing. More than twenty barracks were added to Strength Valley, ten Arcane Sanctuaries were built in Wisdom Valley, and ten Gryphon Nests were established on the hilltop plateau where the underground fortress was located!
In two days, all of Galen's town halls, barracks, Arcane Sanctuaries, and Gryphon Nests were training the units with the shortest full-load training time.
Unfortunately, even with such training, only two thousand new people could be added per day. Galen calculated that he was still fifty thousand people short of reaching one million before the month was up!
He could build a hundred town halls to churn out farmers, unlocking a million people in a few days, which would be fast, but unnecessary.
For Galen, a million people for the Heart of Origin was an important threshold. It would not only stabilize his strength at the mid-stage of Legend, but also allow the strength borrowed from Pay-to-Win to reach demigod status. This was very important, as it was related to his ability to contend with Deathwing and the existing Titan guardians in Azeroth!
He needed to take each step steadily. A hundred town halls would be too wasteful of resources.
One month, he could only wait slowly!
Sorry, Mr. Red Dragon, I broke my promise. Can you wait a month for me to come back for revenge?
After Galen stayed in his camp for several days, he walked out of his tent. At this moment, there were not many soldiers in the Farstrider Encampment except for some patrols, and Galen also heard the sounds of battle coming from the south of the camp.
Galen had known about this for a long time. The unyielding Vilebranch tribe trolls would unite with a small wave of orcs every day to attack the Farstrider Fortress, trying to break through the defenses.
It's just that today's commotion is a bit big. The horn signals are being transmitted more frequently than the previous times.
Galen turned around and returned to his tent, picked up his sword Trol'kalar, and walked out of the camp, followed closely by a team of paladin guards.
As he walked, he wondered if he could ask Kael'thas to help him repair or enhance Trol'kalar after the battle, since this epic weapon also originated from the High Elf Kingdom.
It would be best to strengthen it. Although there are not many orange artifact weapons in Azeroth, Galen happened to know the locations of a few two-handed swords. However, Trol'kalar symbolic meaning was relatively significant, and he was used to using it, so he didn't want to give it up for the time being.
Also, this war has reached the most critical moment. Orgrim still holds 100,000 main force troops. As long as this most essential 100,000 main force is defeated, the strength of the Horde will be greatly damaged, and the situation will shift from offense to defense, and it will be the Alliance's turn to counterattack south, and the Horde can only defend.
According to the information Galen knew, it was still unknown whether Orgrim was still within the borders of Quel'Thalas. King Aiden of Alterac was a coward. Under the instigation of Galen's secret agents, the strength of the orcs in Alterac's royal city had been exaggerated. As long as Aiden was still that Aiden, then he must already be brewing the matter of colluding with the Horde and betraying the Alliance.
Because the plan to raid Grim Batol needed to be postponed for a month, Galen's elite subordinates had been temporarily disbanded, waiting for Galen to summon them again after the base was upgraded.
If Orgrim raided Lordaeron's royal city, then Terenas's nearest reinforcements would only be Dalaran, and Galen had already arranged it in advance. Gandalf had been sent by Galen to Dalaran to stand by, ready to follow Dalaran's army at any time.
Of course, Galen's little thought was to let Gandalf go to Dalaran to make a name for himself, and in the future, when Antonidas kicks the bucket, he could try to break into the Kirin Tor. Anyway, both Kael'thas and Krasus are not pure humans. They entered the Kirin Tor as councilors, and my Gandalf is not weak in all aspects, so why can't he enter?
As his thoughts turned, Galen quickly arrived at the gate of the camp and saw the fierce battle in full swing.
Speaking of which, the territory of the high elves is really small. At most, they control the northern Eversong Woods and half of the southern Eversong Woods. Now, the eastern exclusion zone is occupied by the Amani tribe and the Vilebranch tribe. They firmly control the capital city of Zul'Aman and the fortress of Zeb'Nowa, and have been fighting guerrilla warfare with the high elves for thousands of years, relying on the advantage of population and the belief in recovering their ancestral tombs.
Looking at the battlefield at this moment, the Vilebranch troll with dark green skin and green hair is stubbornly resisting the siege of Arluin and Muba.
That is Worgun, the commander of the Vilebranch tribe. According to Sylvanas's introduction, this troll is a worshiper of Zul'jin. His whole life, no, his troll career, is following the former trajectory. It's just that he only learned Zul'jin's personal worship in the tribe, as well as Zul'jin's cunning, but his cruelty and love of killing make the trolls afraid.
A high-level troll, in Galen's eyes, is just a clown. Sure enough, after watching for a long time, the infantry under his command had stabilized the situation. Coupled with the long-range support of the Farstriders, the musketeers had not even outputted, and the trolls and orcs were already unable to break through the defense line.
It's just that if there are no accidents, accidents will happen.
A horn unique to the orcs sounded!
However, the reinforcements were not orcs. They had a larger and more burly body than orcs, carrying two heads on their shoulders, and each of their thick arms wielded a large wooden club as they charged. They were all wearing protective magic.
Galen's expression changed!
Two-headed ogres, it seems that Gul'dan has successfully built the Altar of Storms, but I don't know where the altar is located. Theoretically, it can enhance the strength and talent of ogres, and also enhance humans.
The equipment of the two-headed ogre leader is better than that of other ogres. They are wearing the armor of fallen human soldiers, several sets of armor simply and rudely tied to their bodies, covering their big belly. At the same time, the weapons in their hands are not ordinary rough branches, but two huge warhammers.
They roared and charged into the soldiers' defense line. The ogre leader's warhammer swept horizontally downwards, hitting several infantrymen at once, and then another warhammer swept in another direction, breaking the shield wall formed by another group of soldiers, and several soldiers flew into the air!
This power! So terrifying.
Worthy of being the ancestors of the orcs!
Perhaps in terms of close combat, only tauren and the vrykul, the ancestors of humans, can compete with them.
"What the hell is this thing!"
Sylvanas didn't know when she came behind Galen.
"Two-headed ogre," Galen answered Sylvanas's question, "Still an ogre mage with spellcasting talent."
"Mage?"
Sylvanas wanted to say, are you kidding me? Silvermoon City is full of mages, do you think I haven't seen the combat power of mages? In addition to releasing spells remotely, she has only seen some noble mages learn some simple noble swordsmanship. Not every high elf is called Liadrin, who can fight when she picks up a weapon!
But the reality is like this, the two-headed ogre threw down a warhammer, then raised his empty hand, and a stream of flames shot out from his hand towards the shield wall in front of him!
The Scarlet flames scorched the infantry under Galen's command. The infantry had a strong fighting will, and even if they died, they did not throw down the shields in their hands, nor did they care about the flames burning on their bodies, and they were still trying to attack the ogre!
Such good soldiers should not die like this!
Galen gripped his long sword tightly and charged out like lightning.