Strategy and tactics are never omnipotent. After delaying the orcs' ogre tactics for more than half a month, it has reached its limit.
When more and more intelligence showed that the orcs had basically completed their plan to drive away the ogres, the casualty reports of the special operations team were getting higher and higher.
Carlos regrouped his troops, restored their organization, and prepared for large-scale operations.
At this time, the arrival of an unexpected guest aroused Carlos' high vigilance.
"Chromie?"
"Well, it's me. Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."
"Don't you know how to hunt yourself?"
"Elegance, hunting something is inconsistent with who I am."
"..."
"..."
"Don't you want to say something?"
"Don't you want to ask something?"
"In no mood……"
"Okay, I'll answer you when you think about it. Get me something to eat."
Carlos could see Chromie's fatigue, a kind of fatigue that was lacking in energy and spirit.
God knows what this strange bronze dragon has been doing in the continent of Draenor during the days when the Alliance took control of the Dark Portal.
However, it was obvious that Carlos didn't want to have much to do with Chromie, especially the kind of relationship where he had to remember their favor after being used by the bronze dragon.
I can't forget the compassionate eyes of the giant dragon whose color was erased by black and white on the outskirts of Keldaron.
Seeing the happy little dwarf in front of him, Carlos instinctively rejected her and said it was a dragon.
The style of painting is wrong.
After sending his men to take Chromie to the canteen to get food, Carlos returned to his position to sort out the information.
The situation at the Dark Portal is deteriorating. About five days ago, purple magic vortices visible to the naked eye began to appear on both sides of the Dark Portal.
Although the mages told the soldiers that this was a normal phenomenon, Khadgar revealed it to Carlos in private - this was a manifestation of energy imbalance, and the stability of the Dark Portal was declining, slowly but irreversibly.
At least Khadgar now has no good way to stabilize the Dark Portal.
The newly emerged crisis temporarily calmed the disputes in Lordaeron. Generals from almost all countries submitted private battle reports to their kings. The big bosses who had just calmed down from the orc threat became nervous again and unified their views on the war of resistance. Overwhelming everything else, the Alliance's war machine showed extremely high efficiency. Subsequent supplies were being transferred and reinforcements were being collected.
But in the short term, Carlos still only has so many cards.
It's interesting enough, but it doesn't have the qualifications to be a star.
On the orc side, Kilrogg's Blood Cave clan still maintains friction with Carlos. Their one-eyed feature is very easy to identify. The other clans seem to have no intention of directly conflicting with the Alliance, and Ner'zhul's intelligence is zero.
Apart from driving the ogres, this mysterious tribal leader seems to have no intention of confronting the Alliance head-on.
Without enough intelligence, Carlos could not judge the tribe's overall movements.
According to the rescued draenei slaves, when the orcs invaded Azeroth, they drove at least more than 50,000 draenei to work as hard labor. After the Alliance defeated the Horde, less than a hundred Draenei were rescued, and all the other Draenei died in heavy labor.
Instead of taking the risk to find Velen, it is better to wait for Velen to come to you. This is why Carlos cast these draenei survivors.
Although it was cruel to say it, the lives of Alliance soldiers were more valuable than those Draenei slaves. It was stupid to rashly send people to contact the Draenei before taking the initiative on the battlefield.
Unfortunately, almost two months have passed and there is no news at all.
But Carlos didn't mind. Whether those draenei could find their compatriots was their fate. Didn't you see that a certain draenei jeweler took root in Alterante and made money from his craftsmanship, and he already had a wife and children.
The orcs had no idea of gathering their main force to fight Carlos, and Carlos wouldn't want to have a peak battle with Gromsh Hellscream.
There are too many secrets in Draenor, and they cannot be unearthed in a short while. Carlos's ultimate goal is still Naaru.
The medium is vinylon.
Therefore, after stabilizing the situation in the Tanarion Jungle, whether it is to head west to Talador or explore Shadowmoon Valley by sea and land, it is an excellent choice.
There is no need for the Alliance to fight a decisive battle with the Horde in a strange land without adequate preparation. The outcome is unknown.
So Carlos was reading the intricate information while thinking about how to maximize his strength in the upcoming battle.
That's right, Carlos never considered ogres a terrible threat.
Especially the ogres driven by the orcs.
If it were the Highmaul ogres of the Goria Empire, Carlos would have to be nervous. Those Centurions and Thousands of Centurions who want people's lives are ruthless characters who can challenge the Orc Sword Master. Those ogre wizards have all kinds of magic, and even more It is impossible to guard against.
However, according to the intelligence returned from the front line, the ogre army driven south by the orcs was in disarray, with only a few possessing armor and shields.
One ogre can easily crush an alliance soldier. Ten ogres can defeat ten alliance knights. If there are no wizards among them, a hundred ogres can only fight 50-50 against a hundred paladins. A thousand ogres can defeat ten alliance knights. Ogres... they'll fight among themselves.
It is easy for the orcs to drive away the ogres, but if they want the ogres to attack the Dark Portal, there is a huge flaw in itself.
That's the Overseer problem.
It’s still a cliché, the choice of battlefield.
Ogres are generally three meters tall and four meters away, which can really line up a few places for the ogres to gather in formation.
Setting up obstacles and traps in advance can delay the ogre army for several days. Setting up layers of defenses and shrinking the defenses can delay it for many days.
During this period, the assassination squad was eliminated and the orcs were specially assigned to supervise the battle team to snipe and kill the ogre leader, which could also buy time.
If it weren't for the water network crisscrossing the Tanarion Jungle and a huge river rushing into the sea, Carlos would have even used the bad trick of poisoning and filling the well.
The orcs' calculations are not evil.
But the morale of the husband will be strong at one stroke, then weaken again, and finally exhausted.
The seemingly unstoppable ogre army is no more difficult than killing a pig as long as it is dealt with properly.
To use a metaphor that travels through time and space, it’s like someone else’s fourteen-minute super-god-like mad battle with the Brilliant Dragon Heart’s Big Brother-style No. 5 double-headed ogre magician, and your soul-breaking ring, straw sandals, and mango chainmail. Ointment TP's six-god blue fat man.
Carlos can proudly say that he made full use of the information asymmetry, strategically despised the tribe, tactically valued the ogres, and did not embarrass many senior time travelers.
While thinking about these complicated military affairs and calculating the political considerations in Lordaeron, Carlos didn't notice the passage of time, and it was getting dark before he knew it.
When I looked back and felt hungry, I realized that Chromie had bought a pocket-sized rocking chair and was sitting there reading a book. There was a small blanket covering his legs with the pattern of a black and white bear...
"..."
There are so many words to say that I don’t know where to start, and Carlos is at a loss for words.
"I'll give you a suggestion. Go out for a walk. Sitting for too long will lead to hemorrhoids."
Chromie suggested with a grandmotherly smile.
"Aha?"
Carlos suspected that he was hearing hallucinations.
"I'll give you another useful piece of news. Bureaucracy kills people."
Chromie activates magic stick mode.
"Please speak human language."
Carlos felt a little dizzy. Magic sticks are the most annoying thing.
"Then you want to ask me why I came to you."
Chromie made a condition.
Carlos stood up and walked out of his office.
"goodbye."
The sunset in the Tanarion Jungle is spectacular and beautiful. Standing on a high slope, in the distance is the stretching sea of trees, and at the end of the sea of trees is the majestic sea.
Beneath him was the sprawling camp of the Alliance army, and behind him was the strange depth of the Dark Portal. While Carlos was intoxicated, his heart suddenly agitated.
Something is going on.
A strong sixth sense told Carlos that something was about to happen.
"come out!"
Carlos suddenly shouted.
The two guards around him immediately drew their weapons and stood guard behind Carlos, one on the left and the other on the right.
"You are more alert than I expected."
The sound of orc language made the guard want to shout loudly, but Carlos stopped him.
Because a slender figure removed its disguise and appeared out of thin air in a place that was originally empty.
"Draenei?"
Light blue to purple skin, two small horns on the top of the head, and a small tail on the back of the butt... and the breasts are so big.
If the guess is correct, the person in front of me looks like a hoof girl, ah, she is a female Draenei.
Although he was surprised that the other party was using orc language, Carlos's curiosity was completely attracted by the high boots of the woman in front of him.
What a great thief, Velen is indeed an old master, and he actually invented this kind of prop to overcome the congenital defects of Draenei thieves. The tauren on the other side of the sea must not get it! ! !
Carlos, who realized that he was distracted, quickly became serious and said hello to the other side in Draenei.
"May the Holy Light bless you, and may Prophet Velen be well?"
"Um...you can speak our language?"
"I'm proficient in Elvish, Dwarf, Orc, Troll, and Draenei. I can use Murloc, Kobold, and even part of Thalassian to communicate with foreigners. If you can't understand it, you can think that I only know Two languages, the lingua franca and the foreign language.”
After silently showing off, Carlos signaled to his men not to be embarrassed, but the Blade Girl didn't draw her sword at all.
"Great, something happened unexpectedly. I was sent by the prophet on a communication mission without having time to learn your language. As a result, the language was blocked, and my two companions were detained by your people. I was in a hurry, so I had to take the liberty of I'm really sorry for sneaking in. I thought, if you defeated the orcs, there must be someone who can understand the orc language. But when I spoke the orc language, they all stabbed me with knives, which is really embarrassing. But don't worry, I didn't do anything serious, they just fainted. By the way, I'm looking for a guy named Carruth. Mr. Translator, can you show me the way?"
"Wait a minute, girl, wait a minute. You speak too fast, with a strong accent, and you have too much information. Let me finish it..."
"How about... let's communicate in orc language."
"Are you looking down on my professionalism?"
"No, it's nothing. Mr. Translator, please sort it out first."
"Well, what do you call a girl?"
"My name is Macy. Where are you, Mr. Translator?"
"My name is Carlos."
"What a coincidence. The name of the person I'm looking for has a similar pronunciation."
"Yes, our human names all have the same pronunciation, just a few letters repeated over and over again."
The two guards finally understood that their king had a crush on this foreign woman and was telling lies about her.
Come on, let’s watch the show.
The same thought came from Chromie, who was growing mushrooms in the grass.
Chromie, who was holding back his laughter, used a twig to draw on the ground a sample question from the dragon language textbook for the young dragon preschool course.
The general meaning is: the rice vinegar kills the rabbit, annoying, three grams of oil, my oil, the criminal rabbit.
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