When the Quel'Thalas Northern Expedition rushed out of Crystalsong Forest and overran the Drakkari Vanguard Camp, which had only retained its symbolic meaning, the trolls who stayed here could not even react. They did not know where this army came from. It came out of nowhere.
No coincidence.
On the southern battlefield, the grey-throated furbolg, which had always adopted conservative tactics before, also used the strength accumulated during this period of time as if it had been given a shot of blood.
The unprepared Drakkari trolls were forced to retreat continuously, gradually retreating to the vicinity of Zabharak's camp.
At this time, Daxalon Fortress has not received news that the Western Front was attacked by unknown troops.
The northern battlefield is under tremendous pressure. In order to ensure that it is not easily defeated by the Iron Legion, the Frost King Malak gave an order to Draxalon Fortress early this morning, asking them to suspend the offensive against Grizzly Hills and move some elites to the north.
Based on the analysis of the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs' recent performance, the Frost King and the Ice Council concluded that the number of troops left to guard Zabharak and Drak'saron Fortress was absolutely sufficient, and the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs were unable to break through the defense line.
But they don't know that under the instruction of the old secretist Sarlayan, the grey-throated furbolgs have deliberately shown fatigue recently in order to paralyze the Drakkari trolls and make them mistakenly think that they have lost their strength.
Due to Loken's unexpected "cooperation", Sarlayan's strategy achieved results beyond expectations, and the defenders of Drak'Salon Fortress were obviously somewhat empty.
When Warlord Zolmaz, who had just arrived at Dak'saron Fortress last night, received information that the battle ahead was not good, the grizzly-throated furbolg, which had been recharging its energy for a long time, had already broken through the last defense in front of the fortress - Zabuha. Lark.
Just like the intelligence detected by the Backlight Blade, Daxalon Fortress is configured more offensively than defensively, and does not have powerful city defense weapons.
Zolmaz never dreamed that the grey-throated furbolg would accurately block Drakkari's seven inches, and just in time to launch a massive counterattack while the fortress' troops were being mobilized.
However, this was actually just a coincidence. The Grizzly Maw Furbolg, which had entered a silent state, had not yet received relevant information from the northern front of Zul'Drak, and was only focused on rushing towards Drak'Saron Fortress.
Although Zolmaz was caught off guard, he was not an idiot after all. For the fighting ethnic trolls, an idiot could not hold the position of warlord.
Under Zolmaz's frightened and angry dispatch, the Drakkari troll, which gradually came to its senses, finally blocked the attack of the Grizzly Maw Furbolg in front of the fortress.
Although Daxalon Fortress lacks heavy city defense weapons, it is still a fortress.
The party attacking the city will undoubtedly bear more pressure and suffer more losses during the battle.
A large number of troll headhunters stood on the top of the city and threw short spears downwards, launching unilateral long-range attacks from above.
With the barrier of the city battlements, it was difficult for the grey-throated furbolg's counterattack to actually hit the headhunters, and they could only continue to attack forward despite the long-range firepower projected from the city wall.
On the other hand, Sarlayan, who transformed into a big white deer, charged forward with a horse... and a deer in the lead.
The sharp arrow array formed by the Morning Frontier Legion destroyed all the checkpoints set by Drakkari on the way. The rangers who followed closely named the Drakkari trolls who were at a loss after losing their defenses.
When the unprepared troll finally recovered from the sudden attack, the cavalry of the Morning Frontier Legion had already moved away, and the rangers responsible for breaking up the rear sent a wave of arrows, so that the soldiers whose formation was scattered did not dare to catch up. Too tight.
Only ten minutes had passed since the departure, and Sarlayan had already led the Morning Frontier Legion, which was advancing at full speed, to the rear of the Dracsaron Fortress.
The Drakkari Troll never thought that Drak'Saron Fortress would be attacked from behind one day. There was no defense on the side of Zul'Drak, and the few defenders were easily pushed away by the Paladins who had already rushed up. .
"Liadrin! I leave the command to you, attack the fortress from the main entrance!"
"Yes, sir!"
Liadrin and Sharlayan had a strong personal relationship, but the battlefield was not the time for friendship.
Liadrin, who put down her visor, accepted Sarlayan's order coldly, took his place, led a large group of paladins to transform into a long snake formation, and filed in through the outer gate leading to the interior of the fortress.
At this time, Sylvanas's rangers were still lagging behind, shooting at the scattered remnants of the formation as they advanced.
The stunned Drakkari troll gradually came to his senses. Immediately, messengers rushed to the second functional floor to inform the top officers of Drakkari of the news of the attack on the Western Front.
The Frost King and the Ice Council were shocked when they heard the news. A three-front war would be an unbearable burden for any race.
And none of these three parties are good friends.
Not to mention the Iron Legion, the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs also have an old friendship with the trolls. They both know the ins and outs of each other and know the difficulties of the other.
But the high elves...
Some senior officials of Gurdak recalled the tragic memories of being held down by the Shandara Highborne's blaster in the records of their ancestors.
"Damn it! I can't control that much anymore!"
Suddenly attacked from three sides, the situation faced by the Drakkari trolls was already very critical.
Frost King Malak ordered with a ferocious expression: "Let all the priests urge Loa to join the battle at all costs! First, consolidate the defense line of the functional layer, and we must not let the enemy destroy our farmland and workshops!"
"What's the situation with Saronya? Is it confident it can block the enemy's attack?"
The chief priest of Salonya is also one of the members of the Ice Parliament. He said with a wry smile: "Salonya has just received the news that the fortress was attacked, and has not seen the enemy yet."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me..."
The chief priest hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and said: "The elves and furbolgs are obviously well prepared. They attacked from two directions almost at the same time, with the target accurately pointing at the Draxalon Fortress."
"I'm not advocating that the enemy belittle themselves, but with the current strength of the Darksaron Fortress... it's unlikely that the situation will be reversed even with Saronya's help."
"I suggest that we directly abandon the Daxalon Fortress, which is destined to fall, and move Salonya back to the functional level to consolidate the defense line."
The priest's bold suggestion caused an uproar from other MPs.
"Are you asking us to just give up our outer territory! How dare you say something so humiliating and humiliating to the country?! Skinning! Death penalty!"
"It's understandable that you want to protect Loa Salonya for your own power, but your guess is too pessimistic. The Draxalon Fortress is a strong city, how could it be breached so easily!"
"Fortified City?"
Anyway, it was already open to the public, and the Saronya priest did not dare to show weakness and retorted with a sneer.
"A fortified city that has been mobilized with a large number of elites, is being attacked from two sides, and does not have any city defense weapons? Who designated it as a fortified city? Did you designate it yourself?"
Taking a deep breath, the Saronya priest ignored the Loa priests who were yelling at each other for their own interests, and bowed respectfully to Malak, who had a gloomy face.
"Your Majesty, please make a decision early."
"The enemy's speed is too fast. No matter how we deal with it, it is impossible to defend the Draxalon Fortress."
"Maybe our reinforcements haven't been assembled yet, and Draxalon Fortress has been captured."
"Since it is destined to fall, it is better to retain its vitality."
"This three-sided attack has obviously been planned for a long time. I suspect that these three parties have already secretly reached an agreement. Dakari must deal with it carefully. If there is a slight mistake..."
Priest Saronya did not finish his words, but he believed that everyone present was not a fool.
Frost King Malak remained silent with a gloomy expression. The councilors present knew his temper well and did not dare to interrupt at this time.
"call……"
After more than a minute, Malak finally made up his mind and exhaled with a tired expression.
"Recall Saronya, but don't let it go to the defense line of the functional layer."
Malak's eyes flashed with cold light: "Send Saronya to the northern battlefield, let it and Siletus use all their strength to repel the Iron Legion's attack in the shortest possible time, and stabilize the battle situation on the northern front first."
Salonya wanted to say more in time, but when he saw Malak's cold eyes, he could only sigh secretly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
…
When Sarlayan turned into a silver wolf and stepped on the outer wall of the fortress to jump inside first, he happened to see a huge wind snake taking off from the highest altar.
Before leaving, the huge wind snake glared fiercely at Sarlayan who invaded the fortress, and then headed north without looking back. Sarlayan could still see several people of different ages beside it. The troll priest is suspended in the air.
Sarlayan: "?"
"What's going on? Are you planning to vote directly?"
Chapter 444 You want to throw before I even exert any force?
