Judging from the results of the Battle of Baishui River, the alliance counted more than 20,000 casualties. Six main corps were disorganized. The soldiers who were lucky enough to escape almost suffered a mental breakdown. They looked horrified when talking about the battle situation at that time. :乐:文:Novel 3w.しwxs.com
Judging from the results of this battle, the tribe seems to be unstoppable.
If Uther hadn't turned the tide, the Alliance would have lost face.
As a loyal loyalist of Terenas, Uther faithfully fulfills his knightly ways. Although his subordinates usually respectfully call him "Lord Uther", there is also a lot of criticism of him in private.
Dead-headed, rigid, mean, coffin-faced.
If Uther hadn't been strict with himself and treated everyone equally, he would have been shot in the back by the soldiers.
But in this battle, under the screams and roars of meteors all over the sky, under the impact of wolf cavalry accompanied by hellfire, and on the banks of the Baishui River shrouded in despair, the name of the Lightbringer resounded throughout the mountains.
I have forgotten the flowers blooming that year, and I have forgotten the helplessness that year. There is only a sea of light.
Combining the sacrificial flame with the anti-magic shell, the violent power and large size, the Hellfire, which weighs an average of more than five tons, crushed the Alliance soldiers with unparalleled power.
Even though there are fearless warriors who sacrifice their lives, how can a rock soaked in magic energy be a mortal object that can be easily destroyed by ordinary swords?
The flames of evil energy burned the warrior's body, and the huge body destroyed the will to resist. The hellfire dragging the huge flame tail continued to fall from the sky, and the earth trembled.
Some soldiers have thrown away their weapons in despair and knelt down to wait for death. They kept mumbling the names of their mothers or lovers in their mouths and gave up the will to live.
It was Uther, the guy who seemed a bit rigid and dogmatic to others, who led his disciples to greet him.
"Ah, it's Uther. Although he has checked my post, collected my books, fined me, and sued me, he is actually still a very good guy. His figure running against the sunset , reminds me of my lost youth.”
Many people watched Uther rush out with this idea in mind.
However, the expected flight of flesh and blood did not appear, and the imagined end of the hero did not appear. What appeared was the sea of light.
As majestic as the sea, as bright as the sun, the paladin named Uther is favored by the holy light.
Ordinary soldiers tried their best to knock off a layer of the skin of these rock monsters before being scorched by the flames of sacrifice. But these ferocious and bloodthirsty hellfires were in front of Uther. There is no single enemy.
Evil energy and holy light, as the ultimate manifestation of chaos and order, have been incompatible with each other since the birth of the universe.
The burning rock monster, which was like a natural disaster to a mortal, was smashed into pieces by Uther's hammer one after another.
Although Uther did not know at that time that destroying the Burning Core would destroy Hellfire, the Paladin of Birth had his own way of thinking.
Since I can't find the vital point, I'll smash you to pieces.
As a result, the surging and majestic holy light destroyed all the hellfires that tried to crush Uther.
Although Uther brought everyone a surprise, the alliance's defeat was already determined. Uther's desperate counterattack only gave everyone a chance to escape.
"retreat!"
Finally, the army commanders realized that nothing could be done. The order to retreat was given.
But the orcs are not fools. Taking advantage of the shock brought by the secret weapon, they crazyly cooperate with the power of the devil to reap the victory.
Retreat of the Union side. Only slightly better than a rout.
Because of the bridge Uther guarded, no orcs could pass.
In early spring, the Baishui River flows rapidly, and the water is freezing cold. All the hellfires that try to pass through the river are carried away by the raging river, and the hard rock skin is also cracked by the drastic temperature changes.
The simple bridges were constantly destroyed by the orcs. The human soldiers who had no way to escape tried to escape by jumping into the river. However, they were no better than the hellfire. The cold water temperature quickly took away their body temperature, except for a few lucky ones who were good at water. . Many more divers have simply struggled and then sunk.
at last. More and more Hellfires gathered together, trying to annihilate Uther with their numbers.
The orcs watched from a distance. They respect the strong but never pity their enemies.
The earth trembled under the stumbling steps of the hellfire army. Then, at the critical moment, Uther answered all those who expected him, and a massive holy storm with a diameter of more than a thousand yards was baptized, blinding the eyes of the orcs and hellfires.
If hellfire had eyes.
Uther fought with the determination to sacrifice his life, but he survived.
He had forgotten how he withdrew from the battlefield, but the high fighting spirit at that time still remained in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time.
"Lord Uther, Marshal Lothar hopes that you will go to his camp as soon as possible."
The messenger saluted Uther in the most respectful tone and conveyed Lothar's order.
Uther used his actions to perfectly interpret his way as a paladin, and everyone knows the title of Lightbringer.
"Understood, I will go there as soon as possible."
Still responding to the messenger humbly and politely, Uther woke up from his penitent meditation.
As if a certain door had been opened, Uther had a deeper understanding of the Holy Light, corrected some of his previous paranoid views, and became more easy-going and humble, exuding dazzling brilliance all the time.
Putting on his shoulder armor and helmet, Uther left his habitat in the most perfect manner.
"Lord Uther."
"It's Lord Uther."
"Look, it's Lord Uther."
The respect and admiration of the soldiers along the way made Uther feel proud and proud, but he also felt heavy pressure.
After politely responding to the greetings of every soldier, Uther came to Lothar's camp.
"Our hero, I'm sorry, you should have been given more rest time, but the Alliance needs you. Are you ready?"
In the camp, Gavin Rad, Saidan Dathrohan, Tirion Fordring, Muradin Bronzebeard, and Khadgar were all present. Alleria Windrunner was accompanied by two Uther followers. Unseen high elves are present.
Although he didn't know the specific situation, Uther firmly responded to Lothar's expectations.
"Ready at all the time."
"Well done, our heroes, well done, my heroes."
Lothar nodded with satisfaction.
"The Battle of Whitewater failed. We retreated sixty kilometers in five days, but this distance was far from enough to escape the threat from the Horde's new weapons. However, our allies from Quel'Thalas guided us The right path. Hellfire, that terrible monster is not invincible. It has its own weaknesses."
After Lothar finished speaking, he nodded to Alleria. Then Alleria winked at the person on her right.
"In the ancient books of our Queldorei elves, there are records of this monster. This terrible monster called Hellfire is more like an intelligent weapon than a living thing. There are thick books describing it. It’s a thick book, so I won’t go into details with you heroes who are fighting on the front line. I’ll just tell you something useful. First of all, Hellfire is too dangerous for ordinary soldiers if they are not equipped with magic protective equipment. The burning evil flames are fatal to the soldiers. Secondly, we used magic to check the battlefield afterwards and found no spatial oscillation of a corresponding scale, so the hellfire of that scale was not directly summoned from the void. Finally, Duo All the survivors of the Battle of Whitewater mentioned in their descriptions that there seemed to be a black spot in the sky at that time. To sum up, we have reason to believe that the orcs prepared these hellfires in advance, and then found ways to smash these monsters Above our heads."
After the unknown narrator finished speaking, he retreated behind Alleria.
"I think everyone understands that there is only one reason for summoning you here, to destroy the Horde's launch site. It has been several days since the Horde's last attack. The second Hellfire Offensive is imminent, but I am also ready I have obtained enough artillery for those guys to try, and want to replicate the Battle of Whitewater River again. The tribe is wishful thinking. But if we don’t solve the tribe’s launch site, we can only be passively beaten again and again. So, I need you, the alliance’s most Powerful warriors. I need you to use the least force and the fastest speed to complete this most dangerous mission."
After Lothar finished speaking, he stood upright with his feet, made a fist with his right hand, hit it heavily on his left chest, and performed a warrior salute.
"Please, everyone."
"So Marshal Lothar, where is the tribe's launch site? It's close to the next attack of the orcs. Time is getting tighter and we may not have enough time to investigate."
Uther asked with a frown.
"Smarty orcs. Humph."
Lothar said disdainfully.
"They thought they were covering up perfectly, but little did they know that there must be something wrong when something goes wrong."
Lothar gave up half of his body. Signaling everyone to come over.
"Here, or here, one of these two locations must be a launch site, and the other is also an important location. So I need you to divide into two raid teams to destroy the tribe's wishful thinking."
At the end of his sentence, Lothar clenched his fist and slammed it on the map.
At the end of the combat meeting, it was nothing more than a matter of grouping, but at the end, Alleria came up with a new idea, why not join forces and attack one area first. If you are lucky and make the right choice, you can accomplish your goal with fewer casualties. If the guess is wrong, the tribe will be alert and strengthen its defense, which will naturally reduce the pressure on the front line.
The important area of the launch site must be heavily guarded. There is no need to deceive the enemy. If you want to break it, the only way is to attack it with elite troops.
Although Alleria's statement made sense, in the end, everyone decided to split into two groups.
Because time is tight, no one can tell how long it will take to prepare for the projection of Hellfire. The sooner we act, the better.
In the end, Uther and Tirion Fordring led the Knights of the Silver Hand to attack one location, while Khadgar assisted Alleria, Gavin Rad, and others in leading the elite Brotherhood of the Iron Horse to raid one location.
"Ms. Alleria, I'm sorry. If Turalyon was here, you wouldn't have been required to go to the battlefield, but such a mission requires not only strong martial arts, but also a sharp mind. But..."
After the meeting, Lothar left Khadgar and Alleria behind.
"There is no need to apologize, Marshal Lothar. Quel'Thalas has joined the Alliance. As the general of Quel'Thalas, how can I be afraid of fighting?"
Alleria replied proudly.
Uther, who left, summoned the backbone of the Knights of the Silver Hand to convey Lothar's orders.
"Alessandro, you don't have to participate in this battle."
After selecting the personnel, Uther finally said to Mograine.
At the Battle of Whitewater River, Alessandro Mograine fought with Uther until the end. Although the power of the Holy Light gave the Paladin excellent physical recovery capabilities, Uther knew what was underneath Mograine's coat. He was covered in bandages, so he still said this.
"Don't insult me, Lightbringer, one day I will have my own title!"
The young Alessandro Mograine did not hesitate to reject the kindness of his superiors. The paladin who longed for merit was not afraid of dangers and challenges.
"If Carlos and Turalyon are here, our first generation of Paladins will be together again."
Patting Mograine on the shoulder, Tirion Fording changed the subject.
"Turalyon and Kalos."
Uther didn't know what he thought of, and sighed longly. (To be continued.)
ps: The plot of World War II is gradually moving towards its climax, and the preliminary preparations have been completed.
I have torn up the manuscript three times for this chapter. Even this chapter is not very satisfactory. But if I don’t update it, I’m afraid some viewers will greet me again, so I posted it anyway. You can read it reluctantly.
