February in Hillblade is the end of winter, and the cold wind blowing from Northrend is no longer able to scatter the snowflakes. The Alliance soldiers have become accustomed to such temperatures, and they all said that they will not feel any colder. . novel
As for the tribe, the warriors of the tribe said that we have loktar, and anything that hinders our loktar will be loktar ogar. A little cold is nothing, although the orcs born in Goldron and Tanaan Jungle want to beat those born in Frostfire Ridge. The orcs————We are here in the cold winter, but you are so hot there that you deserve a beating!
Putting aside all the insignificant things, Orgrim, the chief of the tribe, chose a cool morning to launch the battle plan that he had spent countless efforts to formulate.
In the first part of the battle, 10,000 orcs' newly trained wolf cavalry launched a massive raid on the Alliance's defense line north of Hillblade leading to Silverpine Forest.
Although Lothar was confused, the northern defense line was crucial. About 20,000 Alliance mobile troops were dispatched to key positions, ready to double-team the Orc cavalry unit, which was incomprehensible to the Alliance generals.
Now even the new recruits of the alliance have a deep-rooted understanding that when three fight one, the alliance will win! Although it sounds very sad, this is actually an improvement in the overall combat ability of mankind. It is the heart-wrenching improvement that this battle that lasted until the second year brought to the human world.
Unfortunately, the orcs' wolf cavalry disappeared from the alliance's sight in just half a day.
"Double the number of scouts. I want to know where the orcs are before dark, and I want to know the movements of the wolf cavalry. Let the dwarf griffin knights also move!" Lothar frowned, and Orgrim After fighting for so long, Lothar knew that the guy nicknamed Doomhammer was definitely not a reckless person. Behind this outrageous action, there must be some secret that is extremely harmful to the alliance.
Find it, hack it or exploit it! Although Lothar was anxious on the inside, he showed a calmness and contempt for the orcs on the outside.
Campaign Part Two. The Wolf Cavalry maneuvered for more than 400 kilometers. At the cost of half of the wargs running away, Warchief Orgrim successfully mobilized the alliance to transfer the main force north to guard against the tribe's fictitious offensive.
"Humans don't dare to bet, so I dare to bet. Now, the army attacks!"
Orgrim waved his hand, and the orcs swarmed into Nanhai Town like a tide.
Although the mayor of Nanhai Town, Heni Mareb, has never relaxed the defense of Nanhai Town, in the face of such a large number of orcs, the outer camps have been defeated steadily. The Union sergeants could only huddle in Nanhai Town, struggling to defend themselves under the cover of naval artillery fire.
"Your Excellency Chief, we will suffer heavy casualties with such a forceful attack."
"There are no casualties. How can I make the alliance believe in my intentions and continue the attack."
Although Orgrim usually cares about the clan and is approachable, on the battlefield, he is an iron-blooded handsome man. The deaths of soldiers are just a number to him.
"A plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain..."
Lothar gasped, and the orcs hit a time lag. The wolf cavalry, which was of little use in the siege battle, was used to confuse oneself, and then the army attacked Nanhai Town with all its strength, hoping to remove the alliance's only support point in the southwest area of Hillblade!
In order to deal with the wolf cavalry's surprise attack, Lothar transferred all the alliance's main cavalry forces northward. Although these cavalry were recharged and full of momentum, their combat effectiveness completely crushed the exhausted orc wolf cavalry.
The only problem is that it takes two days and two nights to rush from the northern defensive position to Nanhai Town. Orgrim wins this time!
"Order Marshal Daelin Proudmoore to fully support Nanhai Town. The army will be packed and packed. We are ready to go south!"
Lothar understood a truth. Being led by the enemy will never end well.
Nanhai Town, you want me to give it to you! Without the Wolf Cavalry, how can you face the iron hoof of the Alliance in the south of Hillblade.
"Khadgar, I have to trouble you again."
"Marshal Lothar, please give me your instructions."
"Please go to Stromgarde and let them prepare. The password is Yellow River Roaring."
"no problem."
After Lothar made arrangements, he turned his attention back to the map and mentally considered whether there were loopholes in his strategy.
Therefore, the supreme commander of the alliance did not notice that Khadgar's expression was not good. For a moment, he seemed to be forty years older, but it seemed to be an illusion.
Orgrim, what gave you the courage to fool the Alliance like this?
After the deduction on the map, Lothar punched hard. If the tribe didn't have a secret weapon, then the tribe was looking for death!
In the third part of the battle, Lothar received an urgent report from Nanhai Town. After two days of fierce attack, the orcs suddenly retreated without even collecting their bodies.
The orc's weird behavior made Lothar sweat drip from his back.
"What do the orcs want?"
Uther asked what everyone present was thinking about what the orcs wanted to do.
"Report, Your Excellency Marshal, there is intelligence that the orc dragoons are dispatched on a large scale, and the target is our direction."
"Marshal, we need defense!"
"Lord Lothar, call the Griffin Knight quickly."
"Shut up!"
Lothar interrupted the people around him.
The war has progressed to this point, and the orcs' red dragon is no longer an unsolvable decisive weapon. In order to deal with these giant beasts in the sky, the Alliance has accumulated nearly a million bows and more than 100,000 crossbows. It can be said that without coordination on the ground, it is a fantasy to expect to use the red dragon flames in the sky to wipe out the main force of the Alliance. raving.
"This is an illusion, it is Orgrim's trap. The target of the tribal dragon knight will definitely not be us."
A qualified commander must dare to make judgments, and Lothar believed in his own judgment.
"We continue to move forward and order the dwarves to prepare to intercept the red dragon on its way back."
Although the movements of the tribe give people a sense of overwhelming. A dazzling illusion. But Lothar got one point right and faced off head-on. The alliance is completely worthy of your tribe, so I will force you to fight head-on. The alliance has so many more troops than your tribe. As long as you hold on to your little tail, everything else will be in vain. As long as you force your main force to focus on yourself, you, the Doomhammer, will not be able to play any tricks.
Lothar ordered the army to continue advancing.
The fourth part of the campaign. Orgrim after insight into the Alliance's actions. Made his own judgment.
"That bald man named Lothar wants to force us to fight."
"Chief, if humans want to fight, let's fight."
"Chief, please give the order, we will kill those humans!"
Ignoring the requests for battle from his subordinates, Orgrim waved his hand.
"The tribesmen have been trekking continuously for these days, not just to play wrestling with humans when they are exhausted."
Orgrim said with contempt for humans.
Although Orgrim never looked down on any opponent, he knew how to speak to make his subordinates more compliant.
"It's enough that the plan has progressed to this point. Redbone, Clefthoof Slaughterer, the rest will be left to you." Orgrim said.
"Victory or death!" The warrior from Nagrand beat his chest.
That night, Orgrim quietly went south with the orcs who had traveled thousands of miles to fight. Approaching Thoradin's Wall.
When the flames of the red dragon and the smoke lit by the defenders of Thoradin's Wall broke through the sky, Lothar finally understood that Orgrimmar was preparing to make a desperate move.
But can they break through Thoradin's Wall?
Even with the help of the red dragon's flames, how can the essence of human beings for two thousand years be burned by mere flames?
"No, troll!"
Lothar suddenly exclaimed.
It is almost impossible to attack Thoradin's Wall from the north, but if you attack from the south, Thoradin's Wall is no longer an insurmountable chasm!
Lothar finally remembered that there were tribal forces in the Arathi Highlands!
"Quick. Order the defenders of Durnholde Castle and several regiments in the south to abandon all defensive positions and rush to the aid of Thoradin's Wall! Even if you die, you will die under Thoradin's Wall!"
Lothar couldn't imagine that if the orcs really used the time difference to break through Thoradin's Wall, go all the way south, open up the connection between the Sardo Bridge and the wetlands, so that a steady stream of reinforcements from behind could go north.
After losing the food output of Hillblade, humans will also lose the logistical supplies of Stromgarde.
At this point, humans' numerical advantage will become a joke in front of the orcs. In this war of hard power, humans will become the losers who bleed to death before the orcs do.
"Nothing will happen to Thoradin's Wall!"
Lothar said decisively.
After a dazzling combination of punches, Orgrim Doomhammer finally revealed his ferocious fangs.
After enduring for a whole winter, the tribe completed all arrangements. Encouraged by elements and shadows, blood and glory, countless orcs contributed their efforts.
Although the tribe had lost more than 2,000 people in the frontal assault on Thoradin's Wall on the first day, the defenders were not having a hard time either. Biglas Bertone, smelling of fireworks, took advantage of the lull in the war to He left two letters to his brother and son respectively, which can also be called suicide notes, and sent someone to send them to Stromgarde.
For his brother, Biglas, the veteran soldier, said just one sentence: The Saldo Bridge cannot be lost, and the troops defending the Saldo Bridge cannot be withdrawn!
For his son, Biglas had many thoughts, and in the end he only wrote a few words. The central idea was: Your father is worthy of the name of a warrior. If I unfortunately die in battle, please be proud of me.
"Your Majesty Commander, the orcs have launched a night attack!"
"Let the reserve team go up, and the cavalry will be ready to go out from the racetrack for counterattack at any time!"
Biglas responded calmly to the orderer, calming down the panicked soldiers.
The defensive strength of Thoradin's Wall is not weak. As long as reinforcements arrive, all difficulties will disappear. Biglas has the confidence to hold on to Thoradin's Wall for at least a month!
"Except for accidents, the orcs can't take away my life!"
Biglas wiped his face with cold water, arranged his armor again, walked up to the high wall, and directed the battle.
As for the tribe, the senior commanders who knew about it couldn't help but look at their chief, wondering when the ambush would take place!
Night attacks, strong attacks, attacking Thoradin's Wall from the front, the warriors of the tribe are attacking the mountains with their bodies and blood!
"It's not time yet. The scouts reported that the main force of the alliance will not arrive for at least five days. We still have time."
Orgrim placed the Doomhammer on the ground with its handle downwards, pressed the head of the hammer with both hands, and calmly watched the Horde's offensive.
"It's not time yet, the Union defenders are still quick to respond to night attacks. We need to attack, attack harder, until they are exhausted. Then a killing blow."
"But after this period of continuous fighting, the soldiers are very tired."
"You are facing humans, not another orc clan."
Orgrim's words made the doubter drop his head and howl violently.
Yes, we are the orcs from Draenor. We are noble and powerful orcs. Fatigue and hardship cannot prevent us from winning.
This wanton howl seemed to be contagious. Although the night was already dark, one after another, all the orcs began to howl. The venting sound conveyed the same connotation - the orcs were invincible!
"Your Majesty the Great Chief, Chief Chibon's envoy is here and he brings news."
"explain."
"Chibon did not choose to capture the defenseless Durnholde Castle. He bypassed the human defense lines and sentries. At the same time, Chief Chibon believed that if there was an opportunity, changing the target and directly destroying the dwarves' griffin cavalry troops was also a reasonable strategic goal. ."
"He is the commander and it is up to him to decide the actual situation."
Everyone has left, and Orgrim is happy to be a good person and pretend to be generous, but he still feels a little annoyed in his heart.
Human beings used their determination and tenacity to change Orgrim's view. This is not a race that can be easily enslaved. If they cannot seize the opportunity or create an opportunity to kill with a fatal blow, I am afraid something bad will happen.
Although the word "failure" did not appear in Orgrim's mind, the spiritual haze enveloped the warchief of the tribe.
In this land, the tribe has been dragging its feet for too long.
In the Burning Steppes, Gul'dan was commanding the orc soldiers to transport the runestones stolen from Quel'Thalas to an elemental pool.
"Tailon, don't you want a new body? When this altar is built, everything will change. The tribes and alliances will become history. There will only be one master of this world, and that is the Legion!"
The plan went smoothly, making Gul'dan seem happy.
"Master Gul'dan, is it really okay for you not to go to the north now? If the warchief fails, it will have a great impact on your plan." Tyrone Blood Demon asked, after absorbing enough high elves to transform the dead After regaining his soul, he no longer struggled with body problems.
"Although I don't want to admit it, Orgrim is a good warrior, general, and commander. Everything currently is not as important as the altar in front of me. As long as the altar is short, I will have inexhaustible magic blood, and the tribe will It will be invincible, and the Burning Legion will eventually dominate this world!"
Gul'dan breathed greedily the air near the fire elemental pool.
Because the activity of the fire element shook the stability of the space, Gul'dan successfully contacted Kil'jaeden here, and the Deceiver was satisfied with Gul'dan's actions.
Just now, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver rewarded Gul'dan with more dark knowledge. These forbidden and powerful magical knowledge made Gul'dan intoxicated.
"Tailon, you are right. The great cause of the legion is above all else. After completing the necessary preparations, you can preside over the construction of the altar. I should return to Orgrim."
Gul'dan said this after thinking.
"As you command, my master, everything is for the master's master."
Tyrone Blood Demon bowed gracefully. (To be continued. (.com))
