Remember in one second to provide you with wonderful novels to read. "Lord Gul'dan, is it really okay for us to leave like this?"
Tyrone Gorefiend followed Gul'dan and stood on the beach, watching the orc warlocks and warriors doing hard work, with no intention of helping.
On a promontory northwest of Zul'Aman, there is an extremely secluded temporary dock. Gul'dan hoarded all the stolen rune stones here and prepared to secretly transport them back to the tribe's occupied territory.
"That's enough. The plan can go ahead and we can still play some tricks, hahahaha."
Gul'dan smiled happily, and this pleasure came from the satisfaction of power and knowledge.
"Those elves guarded the treasure without knowing how to use it. They only used the rune stone as the fulcrum of the magic circuit. The magic of the elves is mediocre."
Because he was in a good mood, Gul'dan mocked casually.
"Lord Gul'dan, I cannot participate in your topic based on my magical attainments, but I want to remind you that the elves' naval fleet is far more terrifying than their magic. These three ships alone cannot transport you at once. Collect all the rune stones.”
Tyrone Blood Demon said with a steady look.
"What you said makes sense, so we need more time. The next batch of detouring fleets will not arrive until at least three days. Considering that accidents always happen, we have to set aside at least five days."
Gul'dan was about to open his mouth, but his words changed at the end.
"Forget it, you stay here and supervise their work. I will handle it all myself. If the goods are loaded and I don't come back in time, don't wait for me and leave directly."
"Yes, Master, I will urge them to implement your resolution."
"Um."
Gul'dan nodded, thought again, called a group of men, and left the secret dock on foot.
As a death knight, Tyrone Blood Demon no longer simply believes in his own eyes, let alone the words of others. Even if this man is his master Gul'dan.
After Gul'dan's breath left, Talon Bloodfiend condensed a thin shadow in his hand. These weak shadows floated in the air and gradually gathered around the death knight, following Talon Blood Demon's seemingly careless movement. Carve out your own territory in the world of energy.
Five Eyes of Shadow, Master Gul'dan really values these goods.
Tyrone Blood Demon grinned. His skin, which had long been corroded and broken by time and the power of shadow, cracked like a fish scale under such movements, just like the belly of a snake, but under the power of shadow, Quick reply as always.
He used some small means to temporarily shield Gul'dan from himself. To monitor and control the dock camp, Tyran Blood Demon walked to a goods accumulation point and mixed a large wooden box with powder ground from rune stones mixed with magic blood into magic runes with one hand. Pulled out from other goods.
After hesitating for a long time, Tailong Blood Demon decided not to open the box.
“Add an extra layer of tarp.”
After Tyrone Gorefiend finished his instructions, he sat down on the box and solved the little trick that had been used to fool Gul'dan.
At almost the same time, the coalition of human king Carlos Barov and high elf ranger lord Alleria Windrunner captured the tail of a troll troop while marching toward Zul'Aman.
"Carlos, we have to go after this troll!"
At dinner in the evening, the only treat Carlos Barov enjoyed as king was a small piece of butter. Carlos's dry food is no different from that of ordinary soldiers.
Chewing some hardened marching rations, the king of Alterac signaled that he had heard, and nodded for Alleria to continue.
"Our sentries caught two tongues, and one of them moved. The troll's target is the middle of the same forest. It's not enough that the beasts have ravaged the east. They want to drive all the civilians back to Silvermoon City or Kill. We cannot sit idly by and watch. A large number of refugees are gathering on the path of the trolls. If we sit idly by and watch, it is tantamount to murder!"
Alleria Windrunner's originally clear and melodious voice suddenly rose an octave higher when she mentioned the word "murder", and the sound was somewhat broken.
Carlos suddenly slapped Turalyon hard on the arm. Turalyon glanced at it and threw the water bag to his friend calmly.
"Well, I really want to hang the logistics officer up and beat him up. It's so unpalatable."
Carlos downed half the bag of water in two gulps. He punched his chest several times and finally swallowed his breath.
"I have fried meat jerky here, do you want it?"
Turalyon threw something like black bark to Carlos. After Carlos took it, he smelled it first, and then rubbed his hand on the lining of the skirt. Then he kneaded the fried dried meat into dregs and sprinkled it on the marching rations, and then took a bite.
"From very unpalatable to moderately unpalatable, deep-fried jerky is a great invention."
Carlos said with a happy face that it could be eaten if the head was removed, and the protein content was five times that of a minotaur.
"As a king, isn't it natural to enjoy such a small amount of preferential treatment? You have to pretend to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. Don't you want to think about the soldiers climbing up, just to eat more meat? Share your butter I’ll order.”
Turalyon sat on the ground, his thigh pressed against the scabbard of the dagger, and he didn't bother to move his body, so he stretched out his fingers to pinch Carlos' butter.
…
Alleria stood there, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it to calm down her violent emotions.
"Your Majesty Kalos, General Turalyon. Our Quel'dorei ranger troops have discovered the whereabouts of most of the trolls. Please give us instructions."
Carlos stared blankly at Alleria's satchel. He saw something like fruit peels and leaves through the cracks in the satchel.
Alleria took a deep breath again and used the deep breathing skill.
After throwing a piece of fruit to Carlos, Alleria stopped talking angrily and put her hands on her hips as she watched the two important young people in the alliance in front of her playing with their marching rations.
"It's not delicious, it's sour."
Carlos threw the remaining half of the fruit to Turalyon, but Turalyon didn't care. After eating, he commented: "It is indeed sour."
Although it is interspersed with slapstick and teasing, a meal actually only costs about five points.
Standing up, clapping his hands and shaking off the food residue on his body, Carlos finally became serious.
"Marshal Alleria, please pay attention to a problem. There are 10,000 trolls. Even if we kill 500, there will still be 9,500 left. According to the information you provided, we found more than 3,000 trolls. Traces, then the question is, where are the remaining six thousand trolls? If I don’t figure this out, how do you want me to fight the three thousand trolls in front of me? "
Carlos asked in an unhurried tone.
"My good boys and girls will do a good job of sleuthing."
Alleria had full trust in the Quel'dorei elf rangers. He didn't care about Carlos Barov's question. It was impossible for the troll to bypass the elf ranger's reconnaissance network and use ambush tactics or outflanking.
"Do you remember the answer I gave you?" Carlos suddenly changed the subject.
"Um?"
"I know. I know. I know you can handle it. Alleria, you elves are the masters of this forest. When the strategy is established, it doesn't matter how the tactics change. As long as the strategic purpose can be achieved Tactics are good tactics. I trust you so much, but your current performance is not worthy of my trust."
Carlos said in a solemn tone, which made Alleria speechless.
Because of the death of her brother Liras, although Alleria still maintained a calm appearance, she was actually in chaos inside. In her opinion, humans and coalition forces are just tools for revenge, and she has forgotten how to treat her allies with sincerity.
"I will step up my investigation and I will give you a battle plan later."
After all, Alleria is not an ordinary person. As a long-famous hero in Quel'Thalas, she doesn't need a heavy hammer to play a drum. The mature ranger lord understood the tone and true meaning of Carlos' words.
Before leaving, Alleria took out two more fruits and threw them to Turalyon and Carlos.
"Yeah, this is sweet." Turalyon nodded with an intoxicated look on his face.
"This bitch is really vindictive..."
Carlos felt a hint of bitterness in the sweetness. He looked down and saw half of the insect...
When the troops march in the wild, there is not so much particularity. There are tents crowded into tents, but there are no tents where they sleep like a blanket around a campfire.
After the generals arranged the guard posts and inspected the campsites, Carlos gathered all the generals and half of the regimental commanders.
A bag of wine for two people. Being considerate of his subordinates, Carlos looked at the officers around the campfire and couldn't help but feel a proud sense of accomplishment - these are half of my team.
Seeing that the king summoned everyone and kept silent for a long time, Henrichet relied on his seniority. First ask: "Your Majesty, why did you summon us?"
"Let's all drink some wine and warm up by the fire first. Don't be in a hurry, the night is still long."
Carlos pressed his palms down to signal everyone to stay quiet.
Waited for a while. Carlos spoke.
"Although everyone has followed me and fought many battles, except for the old guys who were with me in Hillblade, others probably haven't fought alongside me many times. Although I'm not that old , but if you count my military age, I’m afraid I’m still above many people. I’m just relying on my old age and talking about it casually.”
Carlos rubbed his hands. The night wind at this time of year was already bitingly cold.
"First of all, we must understand a question, why do we leave our warm fortress and camp and come to Yongsong Forest to help the elves fight. Quel'Thalas is such a powerful country, does it still need us humans to help? I know Many people just obey my orders, the king's orders, habitually. This is good and bad. If you don't even understand this question, then when the soldiers below ask you, how should you answer? With Fighting in doubt is ultimately not a good thing.”
After adjusting his sitting position, Carlos continued.
"I used to worry and wonder why orcs and trolls appeared in our human world. This should not be the fate of the alliance! Instead, someone answered me - times have changed. Yes, times have changed, The orcs are coming, and the trolls have jumped out. They want to enslave us, dominate us, steal our food and women, kill our parents and children, and want to turn us into their slaves. Times have changed, and they want to open up the wasteland. It’s no longer possible to farm.”
Realizing that the officers were listening to him attentively, Carlos paused to give his subordinates time to think and buffer before continuing.
"Perhaps you may be wondering, does this have anything to do with the fact that we came here to help the elves fight the trolls in the forest? Yes, my comrades, yes. Some of you may not have seen the ferocity of the orcs. In Hilbrad, our alliance's hundreds of thousands of troops and 50,000 orcs are locked in a stalemate, a tug-of-war, and it takes almost three alliance men to exchange for one of the orcs' lives. Although the war has progressed to this point, Bila has been damaged in the battle. It has reached 2.5 to 1, but this is still an unoptimistic number. So we need reinforcements, we need allies, we need to unite all the friends we can unite with, and attack all the enemies we can attack."
Seeing his subordinates frowning, Carlos felt that it was time to add fuel to the fire.
"These Amani trolls in Zul'Aman are wearing armor and weapons made by the tribe, grabbing the elves' food, and shouting arrogantly in front of us. Can this be tolerated? They have become our enemies. If we leave them alone, sooner or later they will break through the group. The obstacles of mountains have come to our world, and we must keep the enemy out of the country. Today, we will not help the elves, tomorrow, we will not help the dwarves, and the day after tomorrow, we will not help the dwarfs. Then when it is our turn as humans to suffer, who will come? Help us?"
Carlos reached out and took the wine bag handed by the guard, and took a sip to warm his stomach and moisten his throat.
"There is no need to tell you these truths. Soldiers, fighting and killing are enough. But I don't want my soldiers, my officers, and the nobles under my command to be all unreasonable. Idiot. So I’m telling you. Now that I’ve finished explaining the big principles, let’s talk about the benefits.”
There wasn't much new ideas, it was just about getting promoted to a higher position and exchanging war achievements for money. Carlos talked about it in bits and pieces for about ten minutes, promising a beautiful vision and teaching these muscular men how to go down with their subordinates. Soldier blows.
"Brothers, don't be confused, don't be afraid, don't be intimidated by the power of the orcs. Although I just said that one orc can fight three, but we humans are ten times more numerous than them! We, the Kingdom of Alterac, are good Every man can fight an orc in a duel, and I can fight ten of your kings! The Alliance will surely win, and Alterac will rise!"
Under Carlos's instigation, Alterac's generals and officers let out a low roar, filled with depression and excitement.
The king spoke so clearly, which made these soldiers feel that they were valued, and the delicious comments made by the cooks who knew how to cook were always particularly convincing.
Carlos has been exercising all year round, and the physique and reputation accumulated from years of fighting have played their due role.
Because of his record and his strength, what Carlos said was particularly convincing.
After mobilizing his thoughts and boosting his morale, Carlos pulled over another guard and asked him to pretend to be an orc and a troll, and explain to all the officers the methods he discovered and explored in actual combat against the orcs and trolls.
The atmosphere there was heated. Turalyon leaned against the tree trunk in the shadow and asked, "Do you mind if Carlos doesn't call you?"
"His Majesty the King has said in advance that there will be some bad remarks against trolls at this meeting. His Majesty is a thoughtful person." Gota Jin replied while squatting next to Turalyon.
"Your Majesty is wrong about one thing. Kidney shots are not very effective on us trolls. Excellent warriors can completely endure such pain. The correct method is to target the joints and bones and then cut off the head."
From the shaky posture of the guard in the distance, Gotagin guessed that he was playing the role of a troll and pointed out Carlos's mistake.
"Well, I'll tell Carlos later that he was wrong."
"Remember to remind your majesty that I said it."
"I will."
What Turalyon and Gotajin didn't know was that less than twenty meters away from them, Alleria was looking at Carlos and Alterac's officer corps with feverish eyes.
The Farstrider rangers have spread out, and accurate information will be available at dawn tomorrow.
Alleria has recently become obsessed with deep breathing, as if her swollen lungs can relieve the pain in her heart.
This time, Alleria seemed to smell the fragrance of the wine called revenge.
The sweetness of revenge is always intoxicating. (To be continued.).
