Chapter 644: A reminder from the old villagers
But Yu Lin Bloodhawk seemed to have inherited the Chinese Communist Party's fear of insufficient firepower. Not only did he want giant ballistas on the fortress roof, he also insisted on reserving an entire floor for cannons, those devastating weapons.
Since the city lord was so adamant, his subordinates and the Wildhammer Dwarves could only design it to his specifications. At most, they could sneer behind his back at his crude approach to design.
Still, judging by the progress, it would be quite some time before construction reached that floor. The War Fortress was simply too large.
More than two hundred and seventy meters across, it completely blocked the entrance passage. The fortress was almost as deep as it was wide, with only a single towering gate for entry and exit.
Once construction was complete, anyone entering the gate from outside would see nothing but a long tunnel. Only after traversing all two hundred and seventy-odd meters of it could they climb into the fortress from the rear.
That passage, more than two hundred and seventy meters long, would also become a corridor of death. It would be far more than a mere passage, with numerous movable gates and layer upon layer of traps.
Those traps would deal devastating blows to any enemy attacking through the passage. Yu Lin Bloodhawk had poured considerable effort into developing them with the goblins and dwarves, racking his brains in the process.
After looking around, Yu Lin Bloodhawk felt that even with so many people working on it, the fortress could not possibly be completed in less than six months to a year. He wandered around until nearly evening, then returned to Quel'Danil City on gryphons with his Gryphon Rider Bodyguards.
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