The alliance had lost three battles in three and retreated hundreds of miles north. When the news came, the people were in an uproar, but all the senior officials who knew the military were relieved. =乐=文=novel
As expected of the lion Lothar, well done!
Under the threat of Hellfire, he was defeated without collapse, escaped without chaos, and always maintained control over the army. Although the number of casualties was a bit higher, Lothar's performance in these battles was perfect.
The purpose of war is to preserve humanity, and the means of war are to destroy humanity.
The loss of fresh life is just a few numbers on the document, humble and insignificant in front of the behemoth called the Alliance.
But when Carlos received the battle report, he was really relieved. If the tribe doesn't have a comeback ace, the war is almost over.
In Elwynn Forest, the remnants of the Kingdom of Stormwind have never given up resistance; in the mountains of Dun Morogh, the dwarves are blocking the orcs' supply lines, and Ironforge is like a nail nailed to the tribe's logistics supply artery.
After more than a year of war, more than 100,000 Union soldiers stained the Hillbrad Hills with blood. But so what? From the Dark Portal to Lordaeron, the tribes divided their forces at different levels. From Quel'Thalas to the Arathi Highlands, the Alliance is at war.
How many troops do the orcs have in Lordaeron? Seventy thousand? One hundred thousand?
Not to mention the selfish intentions of various human kingdoms, the number of Alliance soldiers taking orders from Anduin Lothar alone is close to 200,000.
The number of troops is not the only factor that determines the outcome of a war, but when quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, victory becomes so natural.
The Horde's northern offensive this time was extremely fierce. After advancing another 200 kilometers, they would reach Gilneas' territory in Silverpine Forest. One hundred thousand Alliance soldiers were squeezed into a defensive position of no more than 7,000 square kilometers.
Its prosperity is rapid, and its failure is rapid.
Carlos thought on his knees and guessed Lothar's next move.
As long as the Horde cannot attack for a long time, no matter whether it tries to retreat, the Alliance will still catch the flaw. Then a fierce battle like a meat grinder will begin.
Lothar is hiding his troops. Lothar must be hiding his troops. As long as Lothar is not an idiot, he must be hiding his troops.
Is Lothar an idiot?
of course not. So Lothar inevitably hid his troops.
It doesn't matter where they hide, the key lies in whether the alliance's main force can block the tribe's northern offensive this time.
If the tribe is allowed to break through the defense line. Breaking away from the dragnet set up by the Alliance in the Hillblade region and heading north to harm the hinterland of Lordaeron, the war situation would be rewritten.
On the contrary, as long as the alliance holds on, the tribe's destruction can enter the countdown stage.
The trade winds and ocean currents changed direction, and the sea was closed for a whole month. What could the orcs use to compete with the humans?
If Lothar had been more ruthless, he would have persuaded Daelin Proudmoore to fight with the orc fleet offshore. If the ship sinks and the port is closed, we can still gain another half month to a month.
If you don't drink for three days, you won't die of thirst, if you don't eat for seven days, you won't die of hunger, and if you don't get supplies for two months, what else can you orcs do to survive?
Whenever he thought of this, Carlos felt happy in his heart.
In the other world of Azeroth in my memory, it was because the orcs broke through the Alliance's Hillbrad siege that they caused so much harm. Today, the tribe is tightly held in the Hillbrad Hills area. This is my contribution!
Although I can't speak to people. But this sense of accomplishment still made Carlos feel so happy that he couldn't help himself.
But the news brought by Alleria and his party once again made Carlos understand what reality is and what the scriptwriter of fate is.
Zodel.
People with this name are under the rule of the Stromgarde regime. There are not eighty but also a hundred.
But the Zodel whom Alleria and the others met was once the deputy of Bigglas Bertone.
He has a warm smile, a gentle temperament, and a good temper that is inversely proportional to his tall size. Together with Bigglas Bertone, he disappeared when the orcs attacked Thoradin's Wall, and his life and death are unknown.
Judging from the information obtained now, Zodel is dead.
And then lived again.
Zodel as the Alliance warrior died, and Zodel as the Horde death knight was resurrected.
The tribal garrison Alleria and her party attacked was a frontline military factory.
As the war continues to heat up. The tribe's logistical supply capabilities began to have problems, and supplies for cross-sea operations were tight. The tribe began to collect trophies on the battlefield and melt them into furnaces to make new weapons and repair damaged armor.
The first batch of orc warlocks were all transferred from shaman. Although these guys gave up communicating with the elements and fell into the embrace of the shadows, they did not forget how to use the power of the elements. Under Orgrim's order, the warlocks who returned to their old profession twisted the will of the elements, summoning and enslaving a fire elemental lord deep in an abandoned mine as the core of the furnace.
Alleria and her party successfully solved the orcs' secret arsenal and destroyed the tribe's already forged and repaired arms hoard. However, they encountered a large group of death knights while escaping.
Recalling the details afterwards, it turned out that those heavy armors and two-handed swords that did not fit the size of orcs, but could not be used by ordinary human soldiers, were prepared for these death knights.
"We expended too much energy and supplies when we raided and destroyed the orc founding base. Although we fought hard, we were still no match for those death knights. In the end, we could only cut off our arms and leave the people behind. However, the orcs sent a large number of People were chasing us, so we had to divide our forces again and get away in pieces. The way for Muradin and I to go north back to the alliance camp was blocked, so we could only come to Nanhai Town to see if there was any chance to get around by sea and land."
Alleria said sadly and angrily.
"Hey, aren't you happy to see me?"
"Okay, I'm happy."
Alleria gave Carlos a perfunctory hug, then sat up straight again.
"But Carlos, that Zodel, you know what this means!"
"It's really bad..."
Muradin was drinking wine and suddenly interjected.
"Those human-looking death knights are terrible. I smashed one guy's ankle, and he... no, it kept fighting on its knees, cutting a good guy in half. Painless, tireless, They have no mercy, have the same appearance as you humans, are extremely deceptive, and are simply a group of killing machines."
"No way. The death knights I met before were not as powerful as you said, right?"
Carlos felt like he had forgotten something.
"It's different. The death knights we met sporadically in the past had an obvious sense of disharmony, as if the soul of an orc was forced into a human body. It was immediately obvious that he was not a normal person. But this time we The death knights I encountered were almost the same as ordinary humans in terms of mobility except for their scarlet eyes. They have evolved."
After Alleria said this in a low tone, Carlos suddenly remembered how bad-mouthed he was in Southsea Town.
"Let's forget all the unpleasantness of this. And you still haven't told me what happened to that Zodel."
Alleria looked very entangled and angry, mixed with hope and pain.
Even Carlos, who has advanced prosopagnosia, would not be able to mistake Alleria's face with such rich expressions at this moment.
"I had some conversations with him that were unsettling to me."
"Let me share your pain."
Carlos patted his old friend on the shoulder, and Muradin put down his bottle and walked over.
"Aurelia, don't think too much."
The upright dwarf does not comfort people at all, he only wants to express his kindness in pale language.
"You must be Liras's sister. You usually take good care of your brother, so let me repay this kindness."
Alleria suddenly couldn't control her emotions and cried.
Go, this sentence has so much connotation!
After Carlos finished filling it in his mind, he was also stunned.
"More than that, that Zodel doesn't look like he's being controlled by the orcs at all, but is acting according to his own thoughts."
Muradin Bronzebeard imitated and said: "Sad figures trapped in confusion. Hurt each other, plunder each other, belittle each other. Souls addicted to greed, do you know that only by facing death can you understand the true meaning of life. If you want to die, try it once Try it?"
"I seemed to be hallucinating just now, Muradin, can you say it again?"
Gently patting Alleria's back with his broad palm, Carlos turned his head and looked at Muradin Bronzebeard with a dazed look on his face.
Then Muradin learned it again.
"..."
Carlos stopped comforting Alleria, stood up, and walked slowly around the room.
"I smell darkness."
Carlos had mixed feelings at the moment and didn't know what to say, so he could only vaguely express his uneasiness.
Marshal Lothar, you must hold on!
Carlos could only place his hope on Anduin Lothar. (To be continued.)
ps: Okay, isn't it just an update? If the author dares to ask for votes, he can add an update. It's not a problem at all.
Let us forget that the author uploaded it yesterday and forgot to publish it.
