The diffuse smoke and dust obscured the originally impenetrable sky of the Burning Plain.
When the already dim light became even more obscure, both warring parties understood that this was probably the end of the day.
Because it's dark.
The Alliance soldiers holding on to the camp were grilling and eating around the campfire, with their armor on and their weapons on their waists. A whole battle tests the will of the warriors both physically and mentally.
The league held on, or was let off.
In the south, Turalyon and the subsequent generals who rushed to the front fought an entire offensive battle with Orgrim. Tens of thousands of human orcs fought wildly in the relatively flat "plain" area. Neither the Alliance nor the Horde achieved anything. A decisive victory, the battle line has remained stalemate near the original fighting site.
In the damaged war fortress, two groups of orcs seized the opportunity to take the lead.
However, luck was on Lothar's side. The earthquake destroyed the city wall and also destroyed the surface landscape. The difficult march gave Lothar time to regroup. The ferocious offensive of another orc army did not break Gavin Rad's will. The young paladin shouted the name of the Holy Light and fought the whole game. In the end, the orc's plan did not succeed.
By the time Lothar saw Gavin Rad again, the young paladin had fallen into a deep coma.
"My lord fell down after the battle. At that time, my lord could no longer even hold the sword. He was completely depleted and covered in blood, including his own and more from the orcs. Before he fell into coma, he had something to tell you, Marshal. "
"Bar."
"Tell the marshal that I tried my best. Tell my father that I love him."
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The battles during the day drained the soldiers' energy, and great fear lurked in the silence of the night.
Lothar walked through the dilapidated camp with exhaustion all over his body. He motioned to the soldiers to have a good rest and stood up to salute.
Although there is no president in the world of Azeroth and there is no "On Protracted War", Lothar still understood the truth of losing all the land and everyone without a teacher.
Maybe...it's time to leave.
Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles. As the Grand Marshal, Lothar has a very clear understanding of the two military groups, the Alliance and the Horde.
It was a fluke that Hilbrad won. Half a year ago, the orcs' wave after wave of surging offensive was the culprit that caused Lothar to wake up in the middle of the night. It was a nightmare for all alliance soldiers. It was normal for the Alliance to fight three against one and then be killed in reverse. Without five soldiers, who could be sure of defeating an orc?
Even so, the Alliance won.
Winning or losing never depends on the means, victory is just a result.
As a very dedicated teacher, the orcs used their blood and suffering to teach the long-comfortable humans in the continent of Lordaeron what real war is, and they also built a powerful army comparable to Emperor Thoradin's victory over the trolls.
No, it could be stronger!
Lothar felt that if it were the current alliance, it wouldn't even need the magic of Quel'Thalas to defeat the troll head-on.
But so what?
Dare to lead an army of 30,000 people to station in the Burning Plains is a scientific judgment based on three points. First of all, there is the existence of a war fortress. Relying on the solid walls of the fortress and the dense defensive posts on the periphery, it is impossible for the orcs to mobilize large forces to form a siege. The war will eventually become a stalemate over the consumption of supplies. In this damn place like the Burning Plains, even drinking water is a strategic resource, and the orcs don't have the capital to play tricks with humans. Secondly, after the victory in the Battle of Hillbrad, the Alliance bottomed out. Victory, victory, victory, continuous victory. The alliance with high morale and the tribe with unstable military morale formed a sharp contrast. In the end, these 30,000 people are the most elite 30,000 people from the seven alliance countries, including Silvermoon City and Ironforge. They are the backbone of the alliance. Any infantryman dares to stand up and challenge the orcs one on one. .
Because of this, Lothar dared to risk his life and personally went to the Burning Plains to command the battle.
But thinking about it conversely, the strongest point is also the most important life gate.
The alliance's army totals 300,000, but how many of them can truly be considered elites who have fought in hundreds of battles?
A full dozen would only cost 60,000 yuan.
Some of them are the Knights under Carlos Barov, the Guards under Genn Greymane, the Marines under Daelin Proudmoore, and even Terenas Menethi. Your direct army.
After the victory at the Battle of Hillbrad, the kings of various countries took back some legions to varying degrees. Lothar can understand this, and even agrees with it. After all, the basis of rule is not only name, but also military power. Afterwards, the kings recruited more soldiers to join the alliance, so Lothar was not even interested in mentioning it.
However, right now, it is a big problem.
The massive earthquake destroyed the Alliance's war fortress and surrounding defenses. The orcs could survive at least a week of combat with the dry food they carried with them.
It's actually not impossible to rely on only 30,000 alliances to fight against 50,000 orcs in the wild... but it will be a huge loss.
And if the chief of the tribe in Orgrim wasn't a fool, the messenger asking for help might already be on the way.
On his own side, although Lothar hid 20,000 people in the Searing Gorge, if Uther hadn't been an idiot, he would have set off to bring in reinforcements.
But distant water cannot quench near thirst.
Blackstone Mountain has always been a source of unease, and with the orcs in Blackstone Mountain, Lothar estimates that the number of orcs he needs to face now may exceed 80,000.
Orcs fight humans, two against one...
Maybe it's really time to leave. The temporary defeat is nothing. The alliance's superior situation will not change just because the tribe took advantage of the disaster and broke a war fortress. Ironforge's subsequent reinforcements of more than 100,000 were not put there for display. Lothar kept thinking during the patrol and finally made up his mind.
Fight a nice counterattack and then leave.
It is not easy to make a decision, and it is even more difficult to implement it.
The current stalemate is because at least half of the Alliance army is fighting Orgrim on the front, and the entire frontal battlefield is intertwined. It took a full three days for Lothar to pass on the roughest orders to every general who was leading the troops. The biggest good news for you during this period is that the orc army in Blackstone Mountain stood still, and the two roundabout orcs also attacked the alliance camp as if on a routine basis, and there even seemed to be a camp roar during the period.
Judging from the feedback from Turalyon, Lothar judged that Orgrim was also hesitant. It was a difficult choice to attack or retreat. The Horde, which is fighting with the Alliance, seems to have the upper hand on this battlefield, but if the battle cannot be resolved before ammunition and food are exhausted, the orc army under Orgrim is likely to be in a dilemma, because the war chief of the Horde also It was impossible to tell when Alliance reinforcements would arrive.
Lothar and Orgrim actually encountered the same problem - insufficient intelligence.
The only difference is that Lothar made up his mind a few hours earlier than Orgrim.
The dust caused by the earthquake has gradually subsided in the past three years. Today is a difficult day. The Burning Plains has seen the sun for a long time.
Lothar was determined to annihilate an orc outflanking force today and induce Red Blackhand's troops to react. Otherwise, he would get stuck on the passage. Then it would not be a question of whether he wanted to retreat, but whether he could leave. That’s the problem.
And Orgrim finally made up his mind and said to the secret envoy.
"Go back and tell Red that I agree with his plan, for the sake of the old chief."
In the mountains of Lordaeron, the kobolds who were having fun were decimated. A group of tin men came out from the depths of the tunnel and killed any fat they saw for any reason. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets everywhere, not even sparing rat jerky. The baby kobolds can't be beaten at all...
After leaving the mine, the suicide squad members who had narrowly escaped death cried with joy. They grabbed the snow on the ground and stuffed it into their mouths. Carlos was also stimulated to tears by the reflection of the white snow on the ground, so he grabbed Khadgar's collar.
"Can it be more reliable? Can your teleportation spell be more reliable? Where is this? Northrend? Should I shout and charge, target Northrend!"
