A mediocre person troubles himself, but a wise man knows himself, knows himself and the enemy, and can fight a hundred battles without danger. -乐-文-小-说-←,
Facing the enemy's overwhelming numerical superiority, Carlos was so uninhibited and threatened to fight fearlessly. A large part of the reason was because he knew himself and the enemy.
Because the goal of the coalition of humans and elves is not to eliminate all invading enemies, but to protect the civilians of Quel'Thalas from the battlefield.
If this is taken as a strategic goal, Carlos' self-confidence will no longer be arrogant.
In order to wait for reinforcements from the orc allies, Zujin led the Amani trolls to give Carlos and Alleria half a month.
But when the scouts and patrols reported back information, the trolls and orcs really began to take action. Alleria was exhausted and found that at least five thousand elves had not yet completed the evacuation.
"What did you do earlier? Letting them go and retreat earlier was like harming him. Now that I heard that things have changed, are you getting anxious? Are you starting to panic? I don't want to serve you anymore!"
Although Carlos really wanted to taunt his family members who were crying and begging in front of Alleria, it was a pity that this little dark thought in his heart never had the chance to be put into action.
"Alleria, five days, five days, and five more days. We have no more time for your compatriots. Let them flee. Originally, now we can safely guard the river mouth and wait for the great Sun King. We are here to deal with the endgame, but as a result, we have to continue to fight hard for these people. Many people will die because of the stubborn stupidity of these people."
Carlos' tone was calm and gentle, sounding like he was casually commenting that the dish was a bit salty while eating, maybe because he added too much salt.
"Carlos, thank you, thank you to the human allies for everything they have done for us. So, you have also seen that the Queldorei elves have no position and no reason to ask the human allies to die for us. Prepare to escape. According to the plan, we We will stay here for three days. So, you still have three days to save yourselves."
Alleria's hesitation did not last long, because even a god. Nor will it save someone who wants to die.
Alleria understood that any excessive demands she made might alienate humans and elves. In this critical moment, this was the last thing she wanted to see.
Ask yourself. Did I try my best?
Yes, I tried my best.
Alleria closed her eyes and took a small look inside her heart, and found that she had a clear conscience, so she opened her eyes.
For a moment, fatigue and weakness seemed to disappear without a trace from Alleria. The Elf Marshal of Silvermoon City, who cheered up, looked at everyone with confident and sharp eyes and said: "The war has begun, and there are no civilians. Different from the soldiers, I have tried my best to save my compatriots. Now, our target should be on the enemy. You can do other things on your own."
It turns out that women are really beautiful because of their souls!
Carlos watched Alleria cut off the shackles that bound her soul and return to the fearless commander and righteous avenger. Her whole person became dazzling again. He couldn't help but give thirty-two likes in his heart.
"Now, all irrelevant personnel please leave. We have to discuss military affairs."
Alleria breathed a sigh of relief after being the villain on Alleria's behalf and driving away the unwilling petitioners. Carlos breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed and freehand as he returned to nature after being in a cage for a long time.
Soldiers are not afraid of going into battle to kill the enemy, but they are most afraid of the overly heavy expectations of their fellow citizens.
In fact, there is no more military affairs to discuss. What needs to be said and done has been said a long time ago, and it is too late to do what has not been done now. The last time of the coalition forces was spent on sorting out armaments.
Then, the tribe arrived as promised.
The first ones to appear were the troll's vassals, the forest elves and the kobolds.
Many people confuse the two creatures, dryads and wood spirits.
Unlike the dryads created by Cenarius, dryads are sometimes called sylvan nymphs by travelers who encounter them in the forest. These are the daughters of the demigod Cenarius. They are naughty and active creatures, similar in size to centaurs, but much smaller. They are also nicknamed "little deer" by people, but their body shape is more suitable for living in the forest. Dryads are quick to respond and can communicate spiritually with other creatures in the forest to seek help. At the same time, as the daughters of Cenarius, dryads have the natural ability of purification, which can be used to dispel unfavorable magic on allies and beneficial magic on enemies. Sometimes some sick farmers and village girls would go to the forest alone, hoping to encounter a tree demon and ask for help.
Therefore, in the human mind, the dryad is a mysterious and charming creature with the body of an elk and the body of a girl. In fairy tales, they often appear in a neutral or friendly position.
However, forest spirits are naughty and troublemakers in the forest. These little guys with intelligence but no IQ are a kind of elemental creature like the tree people. The specific ecological situation is unknown, but there is evidence that the forest elves divide their groups according to the types of trees. Individual forest elves will avoid travelers in the forest, but once gathered in a certain number, these matchsticks, which are as big as five-year-old human children, even dare to challenge the dragon.
Needless to say, the kobolds are well-known to countless people as the phrase "You can't take away my candle" has made the kobolds a household name. But many people actually have a prejudice against kobolds, because kobolds actually have nothing to do with dogs. These bearded, long-mouthed creatures regard candles as larger than life, and the kobolds seem to believe that they are the light of their lives. Because kobolds, like dwarves, are natural miners, the most expensive item most kobolds own is their shovel. Kobolds have no night vision, so they rely on candles on their heads. Kobolds are intelligent creatures, for they do not live their lives killing and let death blind them. They have the time and ability to think. The dry-bearded kobolds even helped the giant clan seal the Earth Princess, and the kobolds in Thousand Needles even use ice magic instead of the common fire magic. Although the kobolds are weaker in combat power than the jackals who also belong to the Five Scums of War, they have certain abilities to smelt and make crafts, such as mining shovels and candles. A group of kobold geomancers in Elwynn Forest have the ability to make fireball candles, which they can make like bombs.
Although Carlos has no prejudice against forest elves and kobolds, seeing the dense crowds of guys who have not passed the child height limit being driven, enslaved, and commanded by trolls in the forest, it is obvious that they have no good intentions towards the coalition forces. , Carlos still felt his scalp numb.
It turns out that I still have trypophobia!
"Alleria. Where did you get these damn things in Quel'Thalas? They're so scary. How many are there, one thousand? Two thousand?"
Carlos lifted it until the skin on his back tightened. Alleria asked with an uncomfortable look, if she had known Turalyon would be in charge of the first line of defense.
"Relax, Carlos. It's just a trick used by trolls. Kobolds are actually very smart. If the situation goes wrong, they will release water to escape. As for the forest spirits, those nasty things? Just set them on fire."
Alleria climbed up a big tree, as if she was observing something. Even though Carlos was holding him up because he was blocked by the layers of branches and leaves, Alleria probably couldn't see anything. But Carlos just watched Alleria show off quietly.
"The kobolds are beginning to gather. The trolls are moving towards our left. Some guys who look like geomancers among the kobolds have been singled out. There is no tactical intention for the time being."
After Alleria finished speaking, Carlos looked at her strangely, then moved his position and stood under the big tree where Alleria was. I looked around confidently.
Sister, how did you see it?
"The forest elves, under the command of the troll magician, ate in a strange cauldron with green smoke. The eyes of all the forest elves who ate turned red. Be careful, these forest elves may be poisonous. , or it will explode."
Carlos jumped up high, grabbed a thick branch, and turned over with a clean movement. Then he put his palms in front of his eyebrows and looked around, not only in the woods but also in the woods. Except for the branches, there are leaves.
So, sister, how did you observe the enemy's movements?
"Behind the kobolds and forest elves, there is also a beast army with mountain lions and wild bears as the main force, and the troll's trainers are among them. It seems that the trolls and orcs are not prepared to use any methods in today's temptation. At full strength, our opponent is these legions of beasts and servants.”
Finished. Alleria jumped down from the tree. The drop of more than three meters seemed like a step down to the lithe high elf ranger lord. Her movements were indescribably graceful and graceful.
"Sister, how did you see it?"
Carlos only asked after being tortured unbearably by his inner curiosity.
"Eagle Eye Technique."
Alleria replied without knowing why.
"I don't know much about reading, so don't lie to me. Does Eagle Eyes have a clairvoyance function?"
Carlos tilted his head and squinted at Alleria.
"Young man, you must learn to see the world with your heart. Your eyes will deceive you, but your heart will not."
Alleria said to Carlos in the manner of an elder admonishing the rising juniors.
Haha, the eagle eye technique applied to the heart's eye, well done, I choose death!
Carlos no longer paid attention to Alleria's nonsense, turned around and began to discuss tactical arrangements with his generals. Everyone had their own little secrets, there was no need to dwell on them, at least Alleria's intelligence order first The coalition forces on the defensive line had a first-mover advantage in tactical choices.
There is nothing much to say. To deal with the kobolds, a round of random arrows is enough. These intelligent creatures know how to seek good luck and avoid disaster. They will flee in all directions when the number of casualties reaches a certain level. To deal with the forest elf, one round of rockets is enough. As an elemental creature, the rumored treant bastard is a flammable and explosive item.
The trolls even recruited these servants just to consume the coalition's strategic supplies.
Although they are often the one who gets beaten, after being beaten for thousands of years, the trolls' war art and fighting skills have actually improved. Zuljin is well aware of the common tactics of the high elves, and he is also clear about the advantages and disadvantages of the elves and trolls in Quel'Thalas.
Although elves and humans are equipped with elves, they are no match for trolls in terms of endurance and physical strength. And in battle, humans and elves are especially dependent on a variety of armaments. First use a large number of servants to consume the arrows of humans and elves, consume the physical strength of the alliance, and explore a safe route, and then let the fearless Amani warriors harvest those exhausted soft-footed shrimps.
Zujin felt that his strategy was flawless.
"King Zujin, when will the orcs come on stage? The warchief wants me to respect your opinion more."
The warlord of the orc army, Coramar, who crossed the sea and landed in the Hinterlands and then crossed the mountains to Quel'Thalas, stood aside and squatted like a troll. He thought this was the etiquette of the trolls.
"Brave warriors, thanks to the wisdom of our common friend Orgrim, we have the honor to fight side by side here. I do not intend to underestimate you. You have climbed over the mountains of the Hinterlands in such a short time. Just with this Things have proved that you are all powerful warriors. But you have come a long way and need to rest. Let those servant armies consume the physical and morale of the elves and humans first. We will sit back and wait for the work."
Zujin didn't know what it was like for Kolamal to be half-squatting and half-sitting like this. Is it the special etiquette of the orcs?
Out of respect for Orgrim and recognition of the orcs' powerful strength, Zujin felt that he might take care of the orcs' feelings. So Zujin raised his buttocks higher and squatted like a horse stance.
"What you said makes sense, so I'll wait and see. King Zujin, just let us know when you need us. Zogesh, squat down, you impolite guy!"
Colamar was really tired from squatting and was afraid of losing the face of the orcs, so he made trouble for no reason. He stood up and kicked his adjutant on the butt. He took the opportunity to walk a few steps to stretch his feet, and then squatted down again.
"I hate this weird etiquette, it does nothing but make our feet numb."
Under the tyranny of his own warlord, the innocent Zogesh squatted quietly, but he couldn't help but grumbled.
"Please don't call me king. Zul'jin is just the one that all the Amani trolls expect. Zul'jin is just the leader of all Zul'Aman's people. Zul'jin never thinks that he is qualified to be the king."
As he said this, Zujin thought to himself that the etiquette of the orcs is really weird. As a troll, I am very tired from squatting like this. You orcs are sweating, aren't you tired? Or does it mean that the more you sweat, the better you are? respect me?
Let's all squat for a while. Zujin felt that he would have to squat for at least half an hour before he could sweat.
"Hehehe, okay, Commander Zujin."
Kolamal, who was sweating and blushing, chose a nondescript name.
"Malacas, when will your potion take effect?" Zujin turned to ask his high-ranking priest.
As a high-ranking priest of the Zandalari tribe who studied abroad, Malakas was not only accomplished in voodoo and magic, but also in pharmacy. He was Zujin's confidant and earned Zujin's trust.
"Zu Jin, the fatigue potion needs a certain amount of time to brew. Just wait until those forest spirits turn a burnt yellow color."
Malakas responded confidently to Zulkin.
That's right, after drinking it as a stimulant, a fatigue potion after decay, and then using the forest elf's self-destruction after death, Malacath prepared a special gift for his enemy. (To be continued.)
ps: Today is the author’s birthday sf0916
