After a short period of dormancy, the tribe launched an all-out attack and competed with the Alliance for the golden grains in the farmland.
On the southern front of the Hillblade War Zone, the battle of hundreds of people never stopped.
Carlos was exhausted from fighting for three days and four nights with his 500-man Guards. There were still about two hours before dawn. Carlos, who insisted on keeping vigil, was replaced by Dandema. He leaned against a tree trunk with a hollow and fell asleep almost instantly.
“In the empty hall, the hand holds my pencil.
It outlines my memories, and what I write is not a sigh.
In the courtroom where I was tried, I spoke at the top of my lungs.
There is madness between the lines, revealing my ambition.
The crowded city echoes with my voice.
Inciting fanatical hearts, breaking the crystal of night.
The iron hoof always moves forward, even if there are thousands of enemies ahead.
Faith never changes, sing poems.
Vow to continue the empire for thousands of years!
I am righteous and will never pity my enemies who die by the sword.
The baptism of blood has forged iron-like military discipline.
I made a decision not to give up even if the war started.
In order to defeat you, my eternal enemy Tribe Chicken!
In Lordaeron under the sword, the Alterac war flag is flying everywhere.
In the night sky of Elvin, Griffin fighter jets flew over.
Once the peace treaty is signed, will the war end?
The Alliance army takes another step to make those who underestimate the enemy pay the price.
The war eagle roars, and our army attacks like a tide.
The smell of gunpowder smoke, the sweep of death, and howling everywhere I went.
I am righteous and will never pity my enemies who die by the sword.
The baptism of blood has forged iron-like military discipline.
I made a decision not to give up even if the war started.
To defeat you, my eternal enemy Terenas!
The snowflakes in Alterac keep falling, which is the punishment given by the moon god.
The exaggeration on the front line was so confusing that I couldn’t see through it.
The knight's horses fell down one after another, and the landscape was stained with blood.
A flock of crows pushed me off the cliff mercilessly.
Broken glass, ruins, and battlefields filled with mourners,
Waiting for the dawn, the miracle of Thoradin the Great.
Bodies all over the ground, separation between life and death, it seems that these are meaningless.
In the final battle, I held my weapon tightly and cried secretly.
The trial of Menethil ended my life.
The question for all eternity is whether he is a sinner or a hero. "
In the dream, Carlos walked through his life like a God accompanied by singing.
In the dream, Carlos overthrew the incompetent Alterac Perenolde regime, led the Alliance to victory step by step, and slaughtered the orcs.
In the dream, Carlos leads the Kingdom of Alterante as the Hero King of the Alliance, and the country's power is booming.
In the dream, Carlos discovered that the Kingdom of Alterac had been unknowingly surrounded by the Anti-Austrian Alliance of Lordaeron.
In the dream, Carlos colluded with the remaining orcs and Wildhammer dwarves to launch a blitzkrieg against the Kingdom of Lordaeron led by Terenas.
In the dream, the new alliance led by Carlos was pressing hard in the early stage, and another empire of mankind was rising.
In the dream, Carlos was deceived, the generals concealed military information, and the Kingdom of Alterac was in dire straits amid cheers.
In the dream, Carlos was defeated, the Barov family was purged, and Terenas launched a hoarse trial in the court of the old alliance.
In the dream, Carlos ended his life with an iron nail that his subordinates desperately sent into the cell.
"General, general, wake up, it's time to have breakfast." Ymir brought a bowl of dry flour cakes soaked in cold water. In a place where the enemy's situation was unknown, the alliance warriors did not dare to light a fire and could only eat some dry food.
Carlos woke up with a start, and his first reaction was to draw his sword. After discovering that it was Ymir, his tense body relaxed.
"How long have I been sleeping?" Feeling the coolness on his face, Carlos took off his iron gloves and wiped his face.
Some tiny particles are tears.
Seeing Carlos take the simple round wooden bowl, Ymir said: "It will take less than three hours. General, why are you crying in your dream."
"I dreamed of brothers who died in battle. Maybe there have been too many death notices written recently."
The hypocritical habits of the nobles have been deeply rooted in the bones. Lies that are beneficial to him come out as soon as Carlos opens his mouth without thinking through his brain.
"General, please don't be sad. You have done enough." Ymir picked up the iron-making glove that Carlos threw on the ground. After kissing the back of the glove, he placed it where Carlos could hold it easily.
"It's not good enough. You should rest for a while. The battle has just begun." After a few mouthfuls, Carlos finished the food.
"Yes, General." Ymir took back the wooden bowl, wiped it briefly, stuffed it into his luggage, and then found a rock not far from Carlos to sit down and rest.
With the tribe's second cross-sea troop increase, the intensity of the war gradually escalated.
Terenas returned to the city of Lordaeron to coordinate military supplies; Genn Greymane returned to Silverpine Forest to prepare for defenses and prepare for the possibility of the tribe moving north or the orcs landing across the sea to open a second battlefield; Aiden Perenold Guard the Tarren Mill Mountain Road to prevent the orcs from breaking through the Hillblade War Zone from the mountains.
The only good news for Carlos in the near future is that Thoras Bertone, the high lord of Stromgarde, has changed the commander of the Sardor Bridge guard force and transferred Biglas Bertone to organize Thoradin's Wall. defense work.
With Uncle Bigras defending Thoradin's Wall, he didn't have to worry about his retreat.
As the orcs discovered that the tribe had an overwhelming advantage in individual combat effectiveness, they decisively changed their tactics. A large number of squads of hundreds of people scattered out to compete with the alliance for food.
Large-scale battles are no longer visible, but the Alliance has shed more blood. Countless brutal fightings have occurred throughout the Hillbrad Hills. Alliance soldiers are dying every second.
Sixty thousand versus eighty thousand. As a member of the top human race, Carlos received the comparison of the strength of the two sides calculated by Lothar's staff team.
It seemed that humans had 20,000 more troops than the tribe, but thinking about the chilling comparison of combat power, Carlos broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to share this data with anyone.
It was the busy farming season, and the recruits recruited for the second draft wanted to complete the most basic training, at least three months later. These three months were an icy winter for the alliance.
As one of the main food-producing areas, the poor or even no harvest in the Hillbrad region this year has become an ironclad fact. If the orcs are allowed to break through Thoradin's Wall and harm the already barren Arathi Highlands or go north to the Silverpine Forest, The Alliance will starve itself.
This forced the Alliance to engage in a blood-letting war with the Horde at its weakest moment.
"General, heading northwest, we found a small group of orcs resting in an abandoned village. The number of people was visually estimated to be less than two hundred." Brother Bald received the rank of second lieutenant from the alliance in the last commendation for military merit, and now he has also begun to call Carlos a general. .
"Strength composition." Carlos took two deep breaths and regained his composure.
"A small number of wolf cavalry and ogres." Brother Bald replied.
"Ymir, gather the troops and set off in fifteen minutes!" Carlos stood up slowly and began to move his body.
The incorrect sleeping position made Carlos make a crunching sound when he moved the bones in his body.
Carlos felt that he needed a hearty battle to wake up his sleeping body.
ps: I recommend the song "Berlin Teddy Bear" to everyone. Such a cry from the soul is actually classified as a comedy. It is really unfair.
