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When the Horde concentrated on using heavily armored ogres and death knights, the Alliance really felt the terror from Draenor.
Even if the Paladins of the Silver Hand tried their best, and even if the Alliance soldiers risked their lives, they could only delay the Horde's offensive. The alliance's frontal defense is retreating step by step.
Anduin Lothar found that he had entered a strange circle--surrounding the tribe would distract the alliance from the front, and concentrating on intercepting the tribe would make everything he had done before become useless, and all the sacrifices he had made before It will all be in vain.
This was a dilemma. Lothar had to admit that in terms of strategic purposes, the Alliance had failed in the second battle.
"Turalyon, what's the matter?" Lothar, who was paying attention to the battle map, recognized the person who was his adjutant just by the sound of footsteps.
The pace is brisk but solid, full of rhythm, and as energetic as the person himself.
"Marshal, there is news from the Kingdom of Alterac." Turalyon reported straightforwardly.
"You stole the sentry's job, oh, I already have a feeling it's not good news." Lothar let out a long sigh and finally looked away from the battle map.
"I'm sorry, yes, Marshal. Three days ago, the king of Alterac, His Majesty Aiden Perenold, was assassinated by an orc assassin and was unfortunately killed. Baron Carlos Barov has returned to his country to inherit the throne of the king. ."
"Aiden is dead? How? Carlos? Carlos... Carlos! That Barov boy has returned to the country? Has he inherited the throne of the king? What will happen to Southsea Town? Damn it! Tell me how Southsea Town is doing now! "
Lothar chewed the information and suddenly became excited.
"The specific circumstances of His Majesty Aiden's death were not explained, but Nanhai Town is safe and sound. In fact, there is an incredible situation here."
Turalyon's answer calmed Lothar.
"Tell me."
"Seven days ago, Major General Carlos personally led the death squads to destroy the orc warlock's plot to destroy Nanhai Town. Three days ago, Baron Carlos Barov returned to Alterac City and was crowned king. If there hadn't been enough evidence to prove that these two All the intelligence is true, and I would suggest, Marshal, that you change your intelligence chief."
"Well, that's not the point. What's the situation in Nanhai Town now? Tell me the specific situation."
Lothar paced slowly in front of the command table, thinking about this matter.
"The siege of Southsea Town has not been lifted, and we are unable to obtain more accurate intelligence. The currently known information shows that Master Kel'Thuzad of Dalaran and the orc spellcasters engaged in a shocking magical battle. Southsea Town Still in Alliance hands. But it's clear that Major General Carlos didn't take his troops with him."
"Who is commanding the soldiers in Nanhai Town now?" Lothar asked.
"Mayor of Nanhai Town, Lieutenant Herni Mareb." Turalyon glanced at the materials in his hand and gave an affirmative answer.
"A mayor? A lieutenant?" Lothar, the commander-in-chief of the alliance, suspected that he was hearing hallucinations.
"Yes, it seems that in the command sequence set by Major General Carlos, the mayor and lieutenant ranks below him." Turalyon thought for a while and added. "By the way, Major General Carlos... His Majesty Carlos's first decree is that the Kingdom of Alterac enters a state of total war."
"..." Marshal Lothar suddenly fell silent.
"Do two things for me, Turalyon." After a moment, Lothar made a decision.
"Marshal, please give me your orders." Turalyon responded.
"First, in the name of the alliance, I would like to express my condolences for the murder of His Majesty Aydin, and in my own name, congratulate Carlos Barov on his ascension to the throne."
Turalyon took out a pen and paper to record the key points, and nodded to Lothar after finishing.
"Second, in the name of the alliance, promote Heni..."
"Herni Mareb."
"Promote Heni Mareb to major. At the same time, send people to work hard and inform Uther that there is no need to go to Nanhai Town for support and ask him to transfer his manpower."
"Understood, do you have any other orders? Marshal." Turalyon asked.
"That's it for now, let's get down." Lothar put his hands on the edge of the table and changed into a more relaxed posture.
"Yes, my lord." Turalyon put away the record book, saluted and left.
Lothar felt that this was the best news she had heard in recent days.
Total war, what a beautiful word.
Although the Alliance fought hard against the tribes in the Hillbrad Hills, more than 50,000 soldiers were laid to rest here in less than a year. But for the entire human race, this war is like a wolf coming, terrible but invisible.
If the Kingdom of Lordaeron or the Kingdom of Gilneas also enters a state of all-out war, Lothar is sure to drive the orc tribe into the sea within three months.
It's a pity that there is no if in life.
In fact, it's not like Lothar can't deploy some more troops to Stromgarde. But Lothar was not only a qualified soldier, but also an excellent politician. In the most difficult moment, the Alliance's Grand Marshal Anduin Lothar seemed to have forgotten the reinforcements from Stromgarde.
"Let's take a look, let's take a look."
I don't know whether I'm dealing with something or someone, or myself or someone else, but Anduin Lothar said this.
At almost the same moment, in Orgrim's command tent.
"Your Majesty the Great Chief, when will the plan be launched? Zuljin's patience is almost exhausted, and the trolls' revenge is imperative." The Amani troll envoy from the troll city Zul'Aman said in front of Orgrim. The tone was very unfriendly.
However, Orgrim ignored the other orcs' glares at the troll and responded very gently.
"My friend, don't be anxious, let the hateful alliance continue to indulge in dreams and fantasies. Humans think they have surrounded us, but they don't know that this is a trap. Humans think they have annihilated the wolf cavalry of our orcs, but they don't understand In the Burning Steppes, the children of Howl live forever."
"That's good, but you evaded the great Zujin's question about when the plan will be launched. If the great chief cannot give a clear answer, we Amani will have to go it alone. These are the exact words of Lord Zujin." The troll allies were deceived by Orgrim's empty and beautiful description, and faithfully carried out the mission given by the patriarch.
"Ten days, ten days later, let us drink the blood of our enemies together!" Orgrim took off the Doomhammer from his waist and raised his arms and shouted.
"For Amani, for Zujin!" the troll responded excitedly, and then calmed down as if changing his face. "Remember your promise, your Excellency, the chief of the tribe."
After saying that, the troll staggered away from the camp.
"Great Doomhammer, why do you tolerate these dirty, ugly, rude, and arrogant guys?" Some orcs asked this question.
"Why can't you tolerate it?" Orgrim asked.
"The Horde has been trapped in this hilly land for too long. Although we can verbally insult the Alliance and spiritually despise humans, in battle, we have to admit that those are respectable and terrifying opponents. "
After hearing Orgrim's words, the orcs present had mixed reactions.
There are those who are disdainful, those who are solemn, those who are thoughtful, and those who are excited.
"Since the battle across the sea, more than 30,000 warriors have been buried in the deep dark seabed, or rested in the forest and mountains. Enough, enough. With the help of our troll allies, victory is already waving to us. For those who can The friend who brought you victory, please be tolerant." Orgrim said.
"Your Majesty the Warchief, this is a wonderful speech. But I have a little question. What is the plan?" Gul'dan raised his own question after Orgrim finished speaking.
"The great warlock, the incompetent warlord, our Lord Gul'dan, you will understand in ten days." Orgrim was very dissatisfied with Gul'dan's violent threats to the commander, so he spoke mercilessly.
Amid the ridicule from others, Gul'dan didn't take it seriously.
"Then, I'll wait and see." Gul'dan bowed and left calmly. .
