People's luck cannot be generalized. Lafayette once picked up the reins of invincibility when he was frozen into a lump of ice.
This time, Tirion Fordring's luck is as good/bad as ever...
Heading all the way to Andorhal, the once peaceful and peaceful land turned into a ghostly place after being ravaged by the Scourge.
Except for a few refugees who fled into the mountains, there was no one on the road.
Carefully avoiding the large group of Scourge soldiers, Tirion Fordring learned valuable information about the movements of the Scourge from the few survivors, and made a judgment - Andorhal was still resisting tenaciously, but the situation Very bad.
Although the guys in Hearthglen are all great guys, when it comes to combat effectiveness...
Sorry, honesty is a virtue, and Old Fording doesn't want to violate his conscience.
After enjoying a peaceful life for twenty years, the young people of this generation are really not good at fighting.
Therefore, Tirion Fordring decided to go around Firestone Farm to avoid the army of the undead.
After all, Hearthglen is in the northwest of Andorhal. If you take the road from the west, you can reach the town in one day.
But Tirion Fordring didn't have this temper. He used a cavalry charge to cut through the wall of flesh and bone of tens of thousands of skeletal soldiers and ghouls.
So taking a detour became the best option.
So this time around, Tirion Fording went far away.
It is impossible to cross the river. It is impossible to cross the river in this life. Thousands of cavalrymen are crossing the river in the upper reaches of the fast current. It is simply SHIT.
Therefore, they first detoured to the east, then returned to the west along the river bank, avoiding the area where the Undead Scourge had accumulated a large number of troops, and finally launched an attack to break through the northern offensive that besieged Andorhal in one fell swoop.
This was his Tirion Fordring's escape route.
Running away is shameful, but useful.
There is no time or conditions for him to gather the population and expand the army for Tirion Fordring. The top priority is to join Carlos.
So, by chance, Tirion Fordring ran into a cluster of undead natural disaster casters that Carlos, Mograine and the mages had been unable to find.
Three death knights, more than fifty necromancers and necromancers, these are the backbone of the Scourge Legion gathered together.
The evil smoke emitting from the plague cauldron obscures the detection of the mage's eye, and the ominous runes exude an evil aura.
In a forest glade less than ten kilometers away from Andorhal, the minions of the Lich King are carrying out their despicable deeds.
Tirion Fordring wanted to figure out what the enemy wanted to do, but time no longer allowed.
The sun was about to set. If they couldn't rush into Andorhal to join the friendly forces, the wilderness cavalry in the night would not be as effective as the heavy infantry.
Therefore, Tirion Fordring gave up the plan of further investigation and settled the matter. Whatever the enemy wants to achieve is what we must destroy, and whatever makes the enemy uncomfortable is what we must implement.
Under the guidance of the two mortals, Tirion Fordring took the lead and led the cavalry of Hearthglen to launch the Ula attack.
No way, it's not that Ula is the best in the world in charging, nor is it that Old Fording doesn't know cavalry tactics, but Hearthglen doesn't produce cavalry in the first place.
Soldiers who fight on horseback can naturally be called cavalry, but cavalry is also different from cavalry. A real cavalry is not as simple as being able to ride a horse and slash weapons. Except for the mountain people of the Alterac Plateau and the herdsmen of the Arathi Highlands, no lord in Lordaeron dares to claim that his people are all natural cavalry.
Because these two places are originally the main horse-producing areas in the alliance, they are naturally incomparable.
Riding is a skill, and even a silly son of a landowner can ride his tall horse and swing a pitchfork to kill a demon hunter, but cavalry is discipline, mutual trust between colleagues, and the courage to go forward to death.
Only a warrior without a trace of fear in his heart can keep less than an elbow away from his comrades on a horse that travels at a speed of seventy miles.
Only the legions standing at the top of the food chain can tear apart all obstacles that dare to stand in front of them in an unparalleled impact.
The cavalry is a united force, and cavalry tactics are the ultimate skill of facing death.
Sorry the lads from Hearthglen can't do that.
So Tirion Fordring can only take the lead in the charge. Don’t ask, just ask Ula~~~~~~~
And this battle also perfectly confirmed Carlos's point of view.
With their troops weak, the Scourge Legion is really scumbag...
The undead legions guarding the death knights and necromancers in this forest glade are obviously not mass merchandisers, but their number is too small, about a thousand or so.
Under the sudden advance of five thousand Hearthglen cavalry, the shortcomings of the single combat effectiveness of the Scourge soldiers were fully exposed.
The biggest problem with this group of undead natural disasters is that their casters are constantly guiding and casting spells. When faced with emergencies, the magic recoil caused by interrupting spell guidance prevents them from hitting the devastating spells immediately. On the enemy's head.
So, after Tirion Fordring beheaded an arrogant death knight who couldn't recognize reality with one attack, the battle lost its suspense.
Just like not every cavalry can implement cavalry tactics, not every mage can use a staff to use martial arts including but not limited to cleave, jump chop, and beheading.
Without the reaction time and protection space, Old Fording and his men directly trampled all these necromancers into scum.
But the other two death knights saw that something was wrong and ran away decisively.
So before the boys of Hearthglen had time to shout victory, they had to embark on a life-threatening journey.
Because the undead legions of the undead natural disasters surrounded them.
We can't rush into Andorhal, they will all die!
Thus, a cold joke that was too dark for the Undead Scourge appeared.
Two desperate armies rescued each other.
Before the last ray of light faded, Tirion Fordring, who was surrounded and hunted by heavy troops, appeared in front of the Andorhal garrison whose will was about to collapse.
"Attack! It's reinforcements, get them in!!!"
Mograine didn't have time to seek Carlos's opinion. He made his judgment immediately and rushed out immediately.
The Ashbringer felt his master's excitement. The blazing holy light was as hot as a flame. With just one blow, it cleared the way for the soldiers to attack.
"Move all the debris away. It's the cavalry. Clear a path for them. Quick, rush forward. Don't let the undead block the path!"
In the darkness, the Holy Light guided the way. Tirion Fordring saw the light of the Ashbringer and responded without hesitation. Under the protection of the Holy Light, he and his horse became indestructible and integrated.
"For the Alliance!"
Tirion Fordring shouted, and the Hearthglen cavalry suddenly became powerful.
The sudden fighting situation in the north stimulated fighting in the other two directions.
Although they couldn't understand the situation at all, the reinforcements from the north, this sensitive keyword, greatly inspired the humans of Andorhal.
Although I don’t know why, it’s just for the sake of the alliance.
For a time, Andorhal fell into an inexplicable frenzy.
Although there were heavy casualties, a headcount afterward revealed that more than 1,700 people had not been able to break through the barriers of the Undead Scourge and enter Andorhal.
At another time, Tirion Fordring might be sent to a military court for this battle.
But now, he is a worthy hero.
Because of his bravery, Anhador survived this most difficult night.
They fought sleeplessly, and by noon the next day, the fanaticism had not subsided.
In the afternoon, Carlos's first batch of reinforcements arrived.
Battle Fever gets renewed.
By the early morning of the third day, the three reorganized legions were already in place, and the Scourge of the Undead had completely lost the possibility of capturing Andorhal.
On the fifth day, 37,000 professional soldiers who had completed their transition from the front line of Arathi to eliminate the orcs told the militiamen in Andorhal who had fought hard for thirteen days what a true Alliance veteran was. They also told the undead Scourge that the Alliance Why does it continue to this day?
Arranged in a simple three-row formation, the heavily armored soldiers pushed out with the simplest maces and half-shields.
After three hours of fighting, Carlos's legion swept through the outskirts of Andorhal and recaptured all strategic locations before the battle began. At the cost of less than 700 casualties, more than 10,000 skeletal soldiers and corpses were humanely destroyed. ghost.
At this point, the situation in the offensive and defensive battle of Andorhal was reversed.
