The physical isolation of Dark Swamp is unparalleled.
Capturing Stonard and obtaining road rights still could not solve the transportation difficulties.
Fortunately, the rainy season is over.
Gathering the best of the best, drawing the best of the best, on the side of Draenor, the Dark Gate, the Horde is facing the alliance of alliances, the best of the eight million living beings in Lordaeron.
Carlos directly broke up the original team-squadron-wing-legion organization and split the troops into more than two hundred special combat teams. The number of each team ranged from thirty to fifty, with more than two Hundreds of people.
At the same time, the high elf rangers, the trolls of Tastingo and even the Knights of the Silver Hand were also split. Each team must have jungle combat experts, mages to maintain communication, paladins or field priests to be responsible for treatment and rescue, and Dwarf or gnome demolition experts are responsible for BOOM.
There needs to be a dwarf helicopter patrol in the sky every six hours. The Griffin Knight team abandons their warhammers and throws explosive packets instead. After any team calls for aerial fire reconnaissance, the air power must arrive within an hour.
The commander of each combat team has independent communication rights and can report directly to the high command stationed at the Dark Portal.
Under the auspices of Khadgar and the magisters of Silvermoon City, a power-consuming arcane communication matrix was established.
The high elves were quite dissatisfied with the hugely expensive communication matrix, but Carlos suppressed it directly with force.
Too lazy to explain more.
The situation has been reversed. Compared with the early days of the war, the capable Alliance army on the side of the Dark Portal has a combat advantage.
What's the use of a mage throwing an extra hundred and eighty fireballs? He can destroy eighteen hundred enemies.
But more than two hundred special operations teams with smooth communication are enough to create miracles.
Although it was also considered that the remaining warlocks of the orcs would use evil spells to set up traps using the alliance's communication network.
But the secret code and the regular communication spectrum are still worthy of trust.
The risk is worth taking.
So, Maisie witnessed an exotic killing.
The ogre slaves who arrived early, under the command of the Blood Cave Orcs, began to expand the camp, cut down trees and burn wasteland, in preparation for the arrival of subsequent troops.
Maisie stood on a tall tree on a high slope, using an observation instrument assembled with crystal lenses to evaluate the strength of the orcs, and finally concluded that there were too many and it was not worth the risk.
There were more than two hundred orcs and more than six hundred ogres. She couldn't explore that camp. She shouldn't take such a risk with a secret mission.
Maisie, who was about to leave and continue eastward along the mountains, unexpectedly discovered a strange creature.
Troll.
It was a green-skinned monster.
It was extremely difficult to detect when it was hidden among the trees, but Maisie's position was very good. The extremely subtle metallic flash on the troll's body was just noticed by Maisie from high up.
This is interesting.
So Maisie decided to observe for a while to see if anything unexpected would happen.
She was not disappointed.
The battle took place about half an hour after she became aware of the troll's presence.
In the sky, six strange birds that Maisie had never seen roared past and dropped several smoking containers.
There was soon a commotion in the orc and ogre camp.
The officers immediately came out and shouted at their orc and ogre slaves.
Throwing spears, muskets, magic arrows, and multiple sniper weapons were aimed at the orc officers at the same time.
After the officer fell in response, the attacker ignited kerosene in the upwind position, and combined with the smoke tube he had thrown before, seemed to intend to smoke the orcs and ogres to death.
The tribe, which had lost its leader, quickly broke through to the left and right sides of the wind direction.
At this time, the sound of explosions and slashings one after another could still be faintly heard by Maisie even though they were several kilometers away.
The battle did not last long before Mercy observed birds returning to their nests.
It seems like we can go and investigate.
Following the shadows of trees and rocks, Maisie moved forward cautiously.
But along the way, there seemed to be no potential threats.
Until she got close to the camp under construction by the orcs, Mercy thought twice and chose to walk in the trees.
Compared to other draenei, Mercy's legs inherited her mother's orcish features, and it was not difficult for her to climb trees with her toes.
The choice was the right one, and away from dangerous ground, Maisie observed a wonderful show, an insidious ambush.
The attackers did not choose to leave after the raid, but instead lurked again.
The target of this attack is very clear, the orcs.
The attackers spared most of the ogres, but deliberately killed most of the orcs.
The surviving orcs seemed to want to drive the ogres to clear the camp, but were attacked by the ogres.
The remaining orcs fled, and the hungry ogres couldn't fill their stomachs even if they plundered all the food in the camp.
So, they focused their attention on the corpses of the orcs who died in battle.
A savage bonfire party begins.
Before the sun set, most of the ogres had already dozed off.
But the orcs' revenge comes sooner than night.
A team of more than three hundred orcs arrived to suppress the ogres. More than a hundred ogres were cut into pieces and dried to be used as dry food.
After that, the orcs left about a hundred orcs to command the remaining ogres, while the other orcs took advantage of the night and disappeared into the interlaced light and shadow of the jungle.
Looking at the orc camp with bright bonfires and the ogres being brutally beaten by the orcs, Macy couldn't help but sneer silently.
Shitty acting.
However, the attackers did not seem to realize that this was an orc trap.
A small team quietly touched the edge of the orc camp, seeming to want to do something.
But he accidentally triggered the trap set by the orcs.
It's fried.
The orcs who pretended to leave turned back, and another orc force that had never made it to the road also surrounded them.
The orcs actually numbered over five hundred.
Macy's heart tightened, and based on the principle that a friend of the enemy is a friend, she hesitated to do some small favors for those strange attackers.
But before she could make up her mind, the next development was far beyond her expectation.
In terms of being sinister and despicable, the orcs are still a little short of that.
The attackers planted explosives while waiting in hiding.
The flames of the explosion ignited the fallen trees. In the firelight and thick smoke, Maisie discovered that the number of attackers was no less than that of the orcs.
Also, the Raiders are obviously better equipped than the Orcs.
The covered mud has dried up and hardened during the long waiting time. As the sword slashed, it fell from the surface of the armor. The monster I had seen before allowed the orc's spear to penetrate its chest without any intention of parrying or dodging. , Instead, he approached the enemy and beheaded him with a single blow. Such great arm strength.
And the small team that acted as bait, under the attack of the orcs and ogres, were not afraid of fighting. The familiar light shined, which was the smell of holy light.
Still familiar with the routine, kill the commander first.
Although they clearly had a numerical advantage, the attackers simply did not face the orcs head-on.
The battle ended suddenly. The attackers didn't care about the ogres at all. After defeating the orcs, they didn't even follow the process of chasing them. The attackers gathered their fallen comrades and disappeared into the night of the Tanarion Jungle.
Inexplicably friendly, Maisie was shocked to realize that this was not a tactic her Dawn Blade was familiar with.
They should be the allies of the Holy Light mentioned by the prophet.
Suddenly, Maisie spotted a lone orc.
Touching the knife at her waist, Macy felt that she should prepare some greeting gifts before meeting that "Carlos".
Such as the head of an orc.
