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The outcome of a war is never determined by an individual, but everyone may touch the balance of victory or defeat.
Carlos is not a god. After more than ten years of hard work, he finally got a not too bad situation.
In the original history, the orcs passed through Alterac, bypassing the Alliance's layers of defense, and turned Lordaeron upside down. Now, I am clinging to the mountain road while watching the Horde fight with the Alliance in the Hillbrad Hills.
Regardless of the foundation or potential, the alliance has the upper hand. Although many guys in the human kingdom were frightened by the wildness of the orcs, most of the kings and lords who were really in power could see that the longer the stalemate lasted, the greater the alliance's chance of winning. So even when Lothar sent a letter to the alliance's senior leaders, Gilneas sent more supplies, Lordaeron sent 30,000 new soldiers, and Alterac also replenished the alliance with 1,000 horses when the second battle failed. Military horses.
No one in power blamed Lothar for his disadvantages in combat, because they knew that they could not do better than Lothar.
When the Alliance army took the initiative and planned to release the encirclement net and concentrated its efforts to organize defense, Orgrim could only sigh helplessly.
"This is my mistake. If we could stabilize our troll allies and delay it for another ten days, the situation would not be like this. Our old rival, Lothar from the south, is too cunning."
There are countless warriors among the orcs, but not many are willing to use their brains.
Many orcs believed that the Alliance retreated and the Horde won the victory, and they didn't understand why the warchief sighed instead.
It is true that the retreat of the Alliance and the failure of the second battle are all signs of the decline of mankind's strategic situation.
However, the main force of the alliance still exists, and apart from the soldiers who lured the enemy to sacrifice, the losses are not large.
However, didn’t the tribe lure enemies and make sacrifices?
Originally, according to Orgrim's plan, the Alliance dispersed its forces to surround itself, so it was better to disperse them. When the Alliance thought they were sure of victory and launched a war of annihilation, the Horde army cooperated with the rebellious troll allies, whether it was marching north to attack Alterac, sweeping across Lordaeron from Silverpine Forest, or cooperating with an ambush to attack Thoradin's Throne. The wall and the connection with the wetland via land are the best choices.
In war, or rather on the battlefield, it is most taboo to change orders overnight. If the alliance does not move, it will stop; if it moves, it will move forward. When the Alliance prepares to encircle and annihilate the Horde, it is also the Horde's best chance.
No matter how many ways you come, I will only go one way. The identities of hunter and hunter can be switched at any time.
However, Orgrim had fought against Lothar when he was still serving under the former Chief Blackhand. The old rival of this tribe was too tolerant. Faced with such great pressure from the tribe, he actually hid 10,000 cavalry behind Thoradin's Wall. When the information was returned to him, Orgrim was so angry that he couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, it would be interesting to have an opponent like Lothar. Sure enough, it was right for him to replace Black Hand. Who else among the orcs could defeat such an enemy besides himself!
For a moment, Orgrim thought of his friend Durotan. If Durotan had not been exiled by the Black Hand, if Durotan had fought alongside him, the orcs would have conquered the world long ago! At least Orgrim thinks so.
Unfortunately, no matter how good the plan is, it cannot keep up with the ever-changing changes.
Orgrim had endured it for so long, but what he waited for was not the horn of the Alliance soldiers charging, but an empty barracks.
The Alliance retreated.
The Alliance shrank back from the tortoise shell of countless fortifications.
"The trolls are causing trouble. At least the alliance should divide its troops for defense. This will reduce the pressure on the main battlefield."
Orgrim comforted himself like this.
"You warriors of the tribe! The Alliance dogs have fled, and the great orcs will surely move from victory to greater victory!"
This is how Orgrimmar inspires his men.
But when the noise died down, only Gul'dan, whom Orgrim disliked, remained.
"My, the great, the incomparable Warchief who brought victory to the Horde, the Doomhammer, the glory of the Blackstone, the brave Lord Orgrim."
"That's enough, tell me what you have to say, Gul'dan!"
"Your real plan failed."
"Yes, what then?"
"If you still trust me, let me go north for you."
"reason."
"I am also an orc. I, the tribe, and you, the chief, are a community of destiny. Without the support of the tribe, the trolls cannot achieve anything."
"Can I trust you? Gul'dan, I see the madness of reason in your eyes. If Master Ner'zhul hadn't trusted you, I would have been more willing to find a reason to kill you. You are too dangerous."
"Warchief, Orgrim, I don't need to use the power of the tribe. As long as you allow the Dragonmaw clan to help me, as long as you allow me to control my people at will, I will use victory to prove my loyalty to the tribe. Well, From victory to victory, from the next victory to a greater victory, just like you fooling those guys who don't want to use their brains. And I will speak with facts."
"Okay, you convinced me. Take your Storm Reavers and your ogre lackeys and go have a big fight! Warlock!"
"You will get what you want, my Warchief."
Gul'dan left with a smile.
Returning to his camp, Gul'dan summoned a human.
"Lokama Sharptooth, go wake up the others, it's time for a big fight."
"Yes Master."
The human named Lokama Sharptooth had a handsome face and a pale complexion, and his bloodthirsty red eyes glowed with cruelty. He responded to Gul'dan's call with skilled orc language.
"By the way, let Tyrone Blood Demon speed up and don't miss the action."
Gul'dan thought for a moment and supplemented his order.
"No problem, Master."
Lokama Sharptooth hammered his left chest with his right fist, hammering out a deep dent in the forged steel breastplate.
Carlos Barov, I really should thank you for inspiring me how to perfect the Death Knight.
Gul'dan couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.
Hehehe, hahahaha, ahhahahaha.
In the white snow of Alterac, the soldiers formed a long queue, marching slowly on the winding mountain road.
"Ms. Alleria, do you need some more clothes?" Turalyon asked affectionately.
"Mr. Turalyon, before your father's father was born, I was already fighting for Quel'Thalas as a warrior. I know how to take care of myself." Alleria replied unceremoniously.
"Well, Alleria, although I understand your mood and don't mind if you lose your temper with me, impatience and anxiety cannot solve any problem." Turalyon persuaded.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have lost my temper at you. I apologize to you." Alleria calmed down and sincerely reviewed her mistakes.
Although Alleria Windrunner added a coat, she obviously misjudged the climate of the Alterac Mountains when she joined the team temporarily.
Turalyon took off his cloak and covered Alleria.
"Don't worry, Quel'Thalas is not a soft persimmon. You have to have confidence in your own people. Carlos is a good and upright man. He is a paladin and a good expert at fighting trolls. What are you worried about?" Turalyon said confidently.
It is precisely because I know my people that I am even more worried... And the Carlos you know is no longer just the brave and fearless Paladin, he is also a king.
Although I was thinking this way, when my words came to my mouth, it turned into: "What you said makes sense, let's speed up."
"Of course, I don't want to spend the night in the Alterac mountains anymore. Speed up and we should be able to reach Stannbraid before dark today. Alleria, let me tell you, Alterac ham with rock Feta cheese can be wonderfully delicious…”
Ignoring the nagging Turalyon, Alleria walked silently with the army.
