Chapter 424: Pink to the depths and naturally black

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The Alliance has completely reduced its troops in the Burning Plains. It is clear that it wants to rely on strong defenses to bleed the tribes. They do not need to tease the tribe face to face. They look like they are asking for a beating and call out "You come here" twice. Hit me."

But what kind of person is Orgrim Doomhammer?

Defender of Frostfire Ridge, slayer of ogres, protector of the fire element, holder of the Doomhammer, warchief of the orc tribe, and the hope of Northrend.

If you ask me to come and beat you, then I will come.

In a very unreasonable manner, while the humans were retreating in an orderly manner, the orcs pursued them unreasonably.

So, after the panic passed, the solid bunker tower told the orcs what the art of war was and what the tower defense game was.

"What do the orcs want to do? This fighting style looks heroic and fearless, but it is of no use. Haha, the battle loss exchange ratio is one to one point seven. We are one, and the orcs are one point seven. This makes me feel ridiculous . If the orcs had fought like this in Hillbrad, how could we have killed so many of our brothers and sisters."

When the sky was slightly dark, Turayan took in the last retreating troops. At the same time, the secretary also compiled the battle report for the day. Looking at the exaggerated battle loss ratio, Turayan was somewhat relieved amid doubts.

The individual combat capabilities of the orcs are stronger than those of humans. Even if they are official members of the Silver Hand, no one dares to boast that they can definitely win against the orcs. Therefore, on the battlefield, unless the alliance's strategy is successful, it will be a one-on-one battle. It is difficult to achieve a battle loss ratio. The warriors of the alliance have been exchanging their lives for those of the orcs.

However, in today's several battles, due to Marshal Lothar's strict order, all peripheral troops retreated to the main camp. There was a lot of confusion in the alliance's actual command. However, even in such an unfavorable situation, the soldiers of the alliance achieved a very good battle loss ratio. Did the secretary or the grassroots officers falsify the data?

Turalyon didn't think so.

Because today’s orc tribe is extremely mentally ill!

If you don't bring explosives or trebuchets, you dare to attack the sentry tower with an ax and a spear, you really don't treat the Alliance soldiers as human beings.

In order to cope with the retreat of the troops who had spread too far, Turalyon and his friends traveled more than 200 miles and participated in seven battles in one day.

Therefore, Turalyon believed that the clerk did not falsify the data.

Turalyon took off his blood-stained breastplate and wiped his face casually. He didn't even change his chain armor crotch and steel riding boots, and hurriedly reported to Lothar.

Still rewarded with a glass of ice-cold wine, Lothar smiled and said to Turayan: "There is nothing surprising about this. The chief of the tribe is the most difficult opponent I have ever seen. So there must be something behind any extraordinary actions of the orcs. They all have special reasons.”

"Then why did they risk their lives so recklessly today?"

Turalyon asked in confusion.

"Due to insufficient intelligence, I can only make guesses based on my personal experience. There are two biggest possibilities. First, the orcs are conducting internal purges, and those sent to die are the political opponents of the tribal chief. Second The second type is that the orcs have reasons to do so."

Lothar shrugged his shoulders indifferently and ended his speech with this action.

"Then why do the orcs have to do this? I don't quite understand."

Turalyon asked curiously.

"I don't know either."

Lothar answered honestly.

"Well……"

"As a general, you must figure out the psychology of your opponent and look for his omissions, so that you can use the heaviest blow to deal with your opponent and win. However, never make excuses for your opponent. How he does it is Regarding his matter, the only thing that affects you is the matter itself. Don't speculate when there is insufficient information. That is a very stupid thing. Just like today's battle, if it was just the group of orcs who were holding back their nerves and wanted to fight, the result would be blood What should I do if overheating burns my brain? You still have to study whether something happened to the top management of the Bantian tribe? Confronting the air is very stupid. Don't turn yourself into the kind of idiot who thinks too much. "

Lothar said meaningfully.

"You can tell."

"Of course, I brought you here."

"I'm worried about Carlos and the others, and I'm also worried about you."

"oh?"

Lothar suddenly became interested and sat down in a comfortable position for Turayan to deliver his speech.

"Water source. The biggest obstacle that hinders our march to the Burning Plains is water source. There are no surface rivers in this damn place at all, only large and small water eyes and pressure fountains, most of which are still undrinkable. Transport water from the rear to the front, The cost is too high, so the fight for the actual area occupied by the Burning Plains is a fight for water sources. From a tactical point of view, I agree with your order to shrink the defense line. Every time we retreat one step back, the orcs will have to take one more step. , they are also under logistical pressure, and this exchange is not a loss. But from a long-term battle perspective, I don’t think this contraction has any huge military value. The orcs are more than 50,000 invading this time, and our alliance is more than what we are now These 30,000 people. In fact, I personally prefer to block the enemy layer by layer, divide the troops to advance, and use the fortress strongholds to carry out repeated surprise attacks, which may be more effective."

"Excellent analysis, so you don't believe Carlos's doomsday prophecy about the Fire Lord?"

The curve of the corner of Lothar's mouth was sly.

"You promise not to tell Carlos that I said that?"

"I promise."

Turalyon walked to Lothar's seat and squatted down, then whispered in Lothar's ear: "I think Dalaran and Quel'Thalas should be responsible for this."

"Hahahahaha, you bastard."

Lothar smiled happily.

"I don't think Carlos did anything wrong. The warning of the Holy Light cannot be ignored, but the orc tribe is our imminent threat. We can't do anything about the Fire Lord, so we can only fight the orcs. Do it to perfection.”

"Okay, you haven't eaten yet. Go eat something and have a good rest. I'm afraid there will be a tough battle ahead."

"As you command, Marshal!"

After sending Turalyon away, Lothar took the rare opportunity to use his magic suitcase to make himself a glass of ice-cold spirits, and drank it all in one gulp.

Turalyon is very good, but too young.

Lothar didn't care when Carlos first announced that the Fire Lord was about to return.

But as Carlos prepared for the Fire Lord's return, Lothar couldn't care less.

This proves that Carlos is not crazy. When a powerful paladin, the king of a kingdom, does something with an almost martyr attitude, what reason do you have to turn a blind eye.

Lothar took out his pocket watch and looked at it, sighing silently.

This damn war...

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