During the half-month defensive battle over the harvest, the tribe's offensive objectives ranged from robbing grain to destroying farmland and then preparing to attack grain transport teams and barns.
After half a month of intensive fighting, more than 10,000 Alliance soldiers were laid to rest among the mountains and rivers of the Hillbrad Hills. However, when estimating the results of the battle, the alliance found that in this small-scale battle, the battle loss ratio between the alliance and the tribe was actually much lower than the battle loss ratio when the large army fought.
After analysis by Anduin Lothar and his staff, they believed that it was caused by the following reasons.
First, the main alliance army led by Anduin has maintained a high-pressure posture against the tribe. The large number of defenses in the main battle area has taken a lot of energy from the tribe. At this time, the advantage of the orcs having fewer troops than the Alliance was magnified. In local battles, the ratio of alliance and tribe troops could be as high as four to one or even five to one, which was far higher than the previously estimated individual combat strength of one to three. The critical value of strength caused a crushing situation for the tribe.
Secondly, although the alliance has lost nearly half of its troops since the war began, there is no doubt that the remaining soldiers who have experienced the baptism of war have grown rapidly, and the overall combat effectiveness of the alliance has actually improved.
Thirdly, the outstanding performance of the Paladins exceeded everyone's expectations, even Alonsos Faol, the father of the Paladins, did not expect it. Because of the inspiration from Carlos, an extra-standard being, the first and second phase members of the Knights of the Silver Hand took many detours in their path to the Holy Light. The Crusader Strike infused with Holy Light, the Holy Light spell with a more reasonable casting method, the Holy Light Shield with excellent defense against both physics and magic, and the Punishment Fist that uses Holy Light to impact the enemy's spirit, these can be widely spread. The art of Holy Light makes the Paladin the strongest spear and shield in the alliance. The holy storm that Er Uther unleashed on the battlefield determined the outcome of a battle. The powerful holy light storm swept away everyone within 100 yards. The enemy was covered with wounds, the friendly forces were vigorous, and the situation was reversed in an instant. Afterwards, Turalyon's nickname for Uther spread widely, and Lightbringer became his exclusive title.
Now, whenever there is danger, the first thing Lothar thinks of is the paladins of the Silver Hand.
The fourth aspect, and the most important aspect, is the addition of the Griffin Knights, which returns the sky battlefield from a unilateral tribal advantage to a balance of power. In order to protect the smooth flow of sea transportation, at least half of the tribe's red dragons travel between the wetlands and the Hillbrad Hills. The remaining half of the red dragons were unable to form the numerical advantage to crush the Wildhammer Dwarf Storm Air Cavalry Regiment, and were instead beaten to scars.
In the first large-scale air battle, Falstad Wildhammer completed three hat tricks and killed nine red dragons in one battle, which shocked everyone on the battlefield. King Terenas of Lordaeron learned of this. The honor of honorary baronetcy was given to Falstad. Because Falstad Wildhammer likes to wear a red scarf on his head during airborne operations, the name of the Red Baron spread like wildfire. Another hero of the Wildhammer dwarves, Kurdran Wildhammer, and his eldest brother Xuen were called white demons by the tribe because they specifically picked out adult red dragons to kill. Hearing this name from the prisoners of the Dragonmaw Clan, Kurdran Bronzebeard laughed and said to the people around him, "I want this name!"
Although the Hillblade War Zone only harvested less than 30% of the food in previous years, the bumper harvests in Tirisfal and Stratholme made all the kings relax. With the adjustment and storage of food, there should be no starvation. People things.
However, Carlos smelled something strange about Terenas forcibly transferring Brill's grain reserves without Alex Barov's consent. Although Alex Barov endured this for the sake of the overall situation, Terenas also compensated the Barov family afterwards. This was such a trampling on the rights of the lord, unlike the wily Terenas. Will do. Without enough information, Carlos couldn't make much judgment.
It's been almost half a month since the defensive battle over the harvesting of crops ended, and almost half of Carlos's men were dead again. Even he didn't know why, Carlos refused the help of his subordinates and insisted on personally writing death notices for the families of every fallen soldier in the corps.
From the three days since he returned to the camp to now, Carlos has been writing every day except for his routine two hours of exercise time, even while eating. Ymir once wanted to ask Dandema Lanyu or the military master Fang Bian to persuade Carlos, but the two were very moved by Ymir's loyalty and rejected him.
"Except for that bastard Fandral Staghelm, which elf general doesn't write the death notice by hand? This is the general's obligation." Dandema Lanyu said.
"That is a bitter medicine to heal the trauma of the soul. You should feel grateful to have such a general." Fang Bian said.
Although he seemed to understand, Ymir no longer tried to persuade Carlos, but just quietly did his job.
Two days later, Carlos looked at the long list of dead and finally only had the last few dozen names left, and decided to stay up late to work. He never wanted to wake up and think of those sad template words again.
"Dear Ms. xxx:
Your son fought xxxxx with xxxx in xxx battle. We can xxxxxx assure you that oo.ooo is a true warrior. He passed away peacefully, and the Alliance thanks you for raising such an upright warrior. "
Carlos has more than a dozen similar letter templates, and the more he writes, the more bitter his heart becomes.
As evening approached today, eight squadrons of supplementary troops came to the camp. Most of them were newly recruited rookies. Only one squadron was transferred from the main battle area. The rookie recruits were basically a bunch of farmers who had just put down their hoes. It was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, and they had not yet finished packing their belongings.
Carlos was so noisy that he wanted to come to the emergency gathering to give the new recruits a taste of power, but after thinking about it, he forgot about it. In the end, it was the veterans who were busy.
"Guards, go tell Ymir and the captains. If it can't be done within half an hour, no one can sleep tonight." Carlos, who was immersed in writing, finished his instructions. One of the two guards at the door immediately came in and saluted, and then Run away.
As he wrote, the noise in the camp subsided. Carlos nodded with satisfaction and continued to work, but the uneasiness coming from his sixth sense made him stop writing.
Look up and see if you are satisfied with what is wrong and continue writing.
wrong! I must have missed something!
The sudden feeling made Carlos stand up suddenly, deliberately making a loud noise, but the remaining guard at the door showed no reaction.
Three daggers in the shadow stabbed Carlos with a dark green light.
Damn it, Brother Bald was sent on a mission just the day before yesterday, and he was assassinated today. Is Brother Bald the only qualified thief in the alliance?
Carlos was facing a certain death situation, but he still had time to take stock of the assassin's appearance.
The three assassins, two men and one woman, all have green skin. He doesn't look much like a purebred orc, he is smaller than an orc, and his appearance has traces of humans. Carlos suddenly thought of Garona, and upon further association, she should be the shadow assassin group composed of the orcs under Gul'dan.
Dressed in civilian clothes and with his weapon on a weapons rack three meters away, Carlos did not panic.
"Holy Wrath!" Shouting skills and moves is not just a habitual show-off, but also to attract the attention of other guards.
The violent power of the Holy Light exploded with Carlos as his loyalist. The assassin in leather armor was ejected by the huge energy, smashed through the thin wooden planks of the tent, and flew out.
"There are assassins!" The guards who heard the noise acted quickly.
The two dizzy male half-orcs were quickly captured by the guards who came over. The female half-orcs were obviously better than their two companions. They rolled over to relieve their strength as soon as they were knocked away, and they obviously still had the ability to fight.
Although the weapon was released, the female half-orc pulled out her spare dagger and charged forward again.
"Did you know?" Carlos easily withstood the female orc's tricky dagger attack and still had the energy to speak.
"When I was little." Carlos blocked another kick from the female orc with one hand.
"But I learned fighting from the Pandaren monk." Carlos didn't care whether the female orc understood.
"Even the Grand Monk Master praised me for my talent." Carlos held the female orc's wrist and threw away the dagger.
"That guard accompanied me through life and death, through mountains of swords and seas of fire." The female orc suddenly jumped up and clamped Carlos' waist with her legs, preparing to use her own weight and inertia to knock Carlos down.
"He actually died silently under the assassin's assassination." Carlos sank forward, but the female orc couldn't shake him off at all. Instead, she hung headfirst on Carlos.
At this time, Fang Bian, Dandema, Ymir, and the captains of each team rushed to the scene. The densely packed torches in the hands of the soldiers illuminated the sky red.
"I finally finished writing the death notice, and you put me in this kind of pain again?" Carlos held the female assassin's waist with both hands, lifted her up and hugged her tightly.
"Just use your life to ease the pain in my heart." Carlos began to exert force. The female assassin realized what was about to happen and struggled desperately.
However, it was of no use.
Carlos's arms tightened tighter and tighter, and the female assassin's eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out from her throat.
Finally, with a click, the female assassin stopped struggling and pointed her hands and feet towards the ground at the same time.
The scene was quiet for a while, and no one knew what to say.
Throwing the female assassin's body away like a rag doll, Carlos roared with red eyes.
"Gul'dan, you eggless old dog, what are you trying to do with me? I, Carlos Barov, am right here. I, Carlos Barov, am waiting for you!"
After venting, Carlos felt slightly better.
"Officers above the squadron leader will lead a team to check the camp. Everyone else should go back to sleep."
