Strong winds arise at the end of Qingping, and huge waves form between gentle waves.
When Zul'jin once again raised the battle flag of the Amani Empire, when Zul'Aman's trolls were preparing to vent their resentment that had accumulated for thousands of years, when the ancient races from the Eastern Kingdom decided to no longer remain silent.
The two battlefields, thousands of miles apart, have become a community of destiny.
Once upon a time, the elves of Quel'Thalas and the humans of the Arathor Empire joined forces to ruin the hope of the revival of the oldest empire and burn the troll civilization to the ground.
For the past six hundred years, the Farstrider troops of Silvermoon City have treated trolls as a graduation test for new recruits. They conduct sieges once a year, leaving Zul'Aman's people trapped in a corner and looking back at their hometown across the mountains.
Civilization was destroyed and its foundations were shaken. The strong Amani troll warriors could only use stones and animal teeth to deal with the well-equipped high elves. Countless people cried to Zujin, it's not that our army is incompetent, but the elves have magic. At this time, the old hero, the elder of the trolls, the ruler of Zul'Aman, the troll Zuljin can only use gods and faith to appease his people.
But today, everything is no longer the same.
Orgrim Doomhammer brought a covenant to the trolls, bringing steel and shadow.
For a whole year, Orgrim squeezed out tight transportation capacity and secretly provided the Amani trolls of Zul'Aman with enough weapons and equipment to arm an army of 10,000 people.
For a whole year, Zujin led his people to unite all the tribes, conquered many vassals including the kobolds, and trained countless raptors and ferocious beasts that served the trolls.
Lynx, violent bear, dragon eagle, thunder falcon.
Surrounded by an army of beasts and slaves, Zujin launched the largest revenge war of the trolls in hundreds of years.
The Amani trolls had a dispute over whether it was Lordaeron or Quel'Thalas.
The high elves are right in front of you. If you go out and turn left, you can kill them quickly.
Humans are not far away either, across the mountainous woodlands, is Stratholme.
For Zujin, there is no difference in the degree of hatred between high elves and humans. According to his wishes, whichever one is closer will be attacked.
Just joining the tribe must show some sincerity. Since Orgrim hopes that the trolls will go south to attack humans, he must consider the feelings of his allies.
So Zujin decided to kill the high elves first, and then kill the humans to vent his anger.
So, on the appointed day, the war in the north resumed.
From the rebel camp in Stranglethorn Vale, the sporadic resistance in Elwynn Forest, to the white snow of Khaz Modan, from the swamps of the wetlands to the assault on the Soldor Bridge and the fierce battle in the Hillblade Hills.
The flames of war completely burned through the entire Eastern Kingdom, and no place on this land was a happy land.
With Orgrim's alliance, trolls from the Vilebranch and Maltooth clans also joined the Horde, and the Deadwood clan provided guides under the surface of neutrality.
So the coalition of more than 7,000 orcs, ogres and trolls bypassed the sight of Durnholde Castle and headed to the Hinterlands from the vast mountains to gather. They also avoided the order through the trails in the Hinterlands mountains. Thoradin's Wall of Horde Despair.
Suddenly, the alliance's situation took a turn for the worse.
Lothar's original plan was to encircle the tribe in a stalemate. Even if the encirclement and annihilation failed, the enemy's energy could still be weakened. Then, leak a loophole in the southwest, lure the enemy to an open area, and use the alliance's cavalry advantage to annihilate the main force of the tribe in one go.
However, until the tribe once again transported wolf cavalry from the Burning Plains to the Hillblade area, the alliance's strategic deployment was still not completed. The invasion of Quel'Thalas and the crisis in Stratholme made Lothar smell a conspiracy.
It wasn't until the Bertone family, the masters of Stromgarde, sent word that the entire Arathi region was in emergency, and that the 10,000 cavalrymen promised to the Alliance could only be used for emergency relief, did Lothar understand the big game played by the tribe.
Fortunately and unfortunately.
Lothar felt a little lucky despite being angry.
Because of his forbearance, the alliance's commander-in-chief, Anduin Lothar, did not mobilize the 10,000 Stromgarde cavalry hidden in the Arathi Highlands even at the critical moment of the war.
Thoradin's Wall was originally designed and constructed to defend against potential enemies in the north, so the defense on the side facing the Arathi Highlands was actually quite weak.
However, Stromgarde, which has sufficient reserves of soldiers, has enough strength to defend Thoradin's Wall and Sardo Bridge. The tribe's surprise troops cannot change the war situation.
Although the final trump card of the entire second battle was defeated, the tribe's plan to move thousands of miles to fight also came to nothing.
The two most brilliant commanders of this era, in the game called war, on the chessboard called Lordaeron, after several rounds of exchanges, they still ended up in a draw.
"It's just one move away. After all, it's just one move away." Lothar couldn't help but sigh after receiving the military report.
"Marshal, we are still besieging the Horde, why are you saying such dejected words?" Turalyon asked.
After all, he is still too young. No matter how great his tactical advantage is, he cannot change his strategic passivity.
After all, he is still young. Youth is the biggest advantage. Lothar does not mind teaching his lieutenants more knowledge.
"From the beginning, the siege was just a gesture. To use an army of less than 80,000 people to siege 50,000 orcs has geographical factors. We can encircle them, but they can't kill them. If the orcs want to break out, we can't stop them. The only difference is that It’s just a matter of where and when they broke through. The first move was lost, there was a fire in the backyard, and we were passive. For soldiers, a frontal charge requires great courage. For commanders, passive response is the biggest fear. The situation, It’s beyond our control.”
"Why bother, Marshal, if the situation at the beginning of the battle is no different than the alliance at this time, victory will eventually be ours." Turalyon said still confidently.
It's so good to be young, Lothar couldn't help but sigh.
"You are right. Victory will eventually belong to mankind." Lothar responded to the expectations of his subordinates and showed a confident smile.
However, the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the King of Terenas have given the Alliance huge support, and the hinterland is empty. Gilneas guards the main road from Hillbrad Hills to Silverpine Forest. If there is a loss, Lordaeron will have nothing to lose. Danger can be defended. In addition, Genn Greymane himself has a strong isolationist tendency, so if he is required to travel thousands of miles to help at the expense of people and money, there is little hope.
There is no room for failure in Lordaeron, but it is the key to the confrontation with the Horde. Drawing troops from the frontal battlefield at this moment is asking for death.
Where did the army come from?
Lothar was thinking and hesitating, and suddenly, a name appeared in his mind: Alterac!
It only takes half a month to travel from Alterac via Andorhal to support Stratholme!
"Turalyon, I need you to help me with something." Lothar said.
"Marshal, please give me your orders." Turalyon was willing to provide any useful help to his idol.
After sending the others away, Lothar spoke to Turalyon alone.
Carlos Barov, who was far away in Alterac City, couldn't help but sneeze twice.
"Strange, the Paladin can also catch a cold?"↗
