"A great victory?"
"Yes, Lord Garithos used the firepower of forty-nine gunboats to severely damage the Scourge two days ago on the shores of Lake Lordamre. A conservative estimate is that more than 70,000 skeletal soldiers and ghouls were destroyed."
When the messenger handed the battle report to Carlos, he chattered a few words out of excitement, which seemed very unprofessional.
But it's understandable.
Tirion Fordring launched the first phase of the campaign in Andorhal. Alessandro Mograine led his troops to destroy Alsace's urgently needed support supplies. This had not spread yet, but Gary Seth made a sound first.
This is very unexpected and surprising.
The number of combat troops alone exceeds 200,000. From Hillsbrad to Andorhal, the Alliance has formed a line of troops.
This also means that there are at least the same number of camel teams transporting supplies to the front lines.
So Carlos didn't rush to Andorhal, but stayed in Alterac Plateau to coordinate transportation.
After receiving the battle report, I read it page by page, savoring each word.
Finally, Carlos said that meaningless word——Gou Shi!
For all the trusted generals, Carlos told them in private that the reason why the Cursed Sect served the undead natural disasters was because of the current situation of the mage group being penetrated into holes and the fact that there were a large number of young people in the upper echelons of the alliance.
Obviously, Garithos also knew this.
In the face of the Lich King's magical power, which is comparable to wide-area radar, the Scourge has a field of vision advantage that crushes the Alliance.
A plug-in opens the whole map, and another is filled with the fog of war. The overall intelligence field is overwhelmingly disadvantageous for the Alliance.
So look what the battle report says?
The great Marshal Garithus did not reveal the complete battle plan to the soldiers or even the officers until he was surrounded by the undead Scourge on the tidal flats of Lake Lordamre.
Carlos couldn't help but take a breath when he saw this. There was no mutiny in the army. Is it because the Scourge's methods were too cruel?
It seems like this is true. Surrendering is also death, and dying in battle is also death. Why not worry about it!
Next, in order to prevent the leakage of intelligence, Captains of Garithos contacted each other privately, and the communication was completely one-line. Until the fleet assembled, all the captains thought that they were just increasing the commander's escape preparation options.
It was this situation that caused the fleet to be delayed.
No, no, no, Carlos thinks that the biggest miracle is that the fleet can complete the formation on its own and catch up with Garithos to "collect the corpse".
The quality of the Alliance Navy is really terrifying.
Finally, the most legendary point is the heavy fog that came without warning.
Carlos was a native of Lordaeron, and he was no stranger to Lake Lordaeron. After all, the northwest shore of the lake belonged to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the southeastern part belonged to Alterac.
So Carlos knew that Lake Lordamre in this season usually fogged up in the middle of the night, and the fog dissipated when the sun came out.
It was precisely the strange heavy fog before sunset that afternoon when the war started that obscured the intelligence of the fleet assembly and prevented the commanders of the Scourge Legion from having time to retreat, which resulted in such a great victory.
The most exaggerated thing is Garithos' courage.
After the roar of artillery fire, carrion and bones were everywhere, and the dark troops were exhausted. Garithos was still able to form a force of 3,000 heavy infantry and 1,000 light cavalry to pursue the undead scourge. One captured the narrowest col on the Silver Pine Mountain Road.
At this point, with the follow-up troops, Garithos gained control of a small half of the Silver Pine Forest in a way that normal military commanders could not understand.
Does this make sense?
Of course, not to mention the value of the strategic location, by seizing that mountain col, the Alliance only needs a small number of troops to intercept a large number of natural disasters of the undead.
More importantly, there are four large mines in the captured territory.
One of the silver mines was of low value during the war, and the remaining two iron mines and one copper mine were all items that could be quickly converted into war potential.
The entire battle report is filled with all kinds of coincidences and irrationality like a third-rate knight.
But there is no doubt that Garithos fought a good fight.
When absurdity and surprise were mixed together, Carlos really wanted to give Garithos a retirement medal and give him a title: God of War of Dog Luck!
Forget it, let's not mention this. Out of sight, out of mind. Since the entire front has been handed over to him, it is his business how to fight.
All is well with the outcome.
Finding a piece of official official paper, Carlos wrote a letter of commendation, and at the end he warned Garithos not to underestimate the enemy and advance rashly.
The whole thing is over.
Because the Undead Scourge and the Alliance have chosen the same strategic focus—defending in the west and advancing in the east.
Andorhal is the next focus of the alliance. No matter how brave Garithos is, it will be useless even if he breaks through the defenses of the Undead Scourge and regains Lordaeron.
That dead city cannot change the fate of mankind now.
The main force of the undead natural disaster must be destroyed head-on before there is any possibility of restoring the mountains and rivers with a final decision.
Therefore, we must break through the siege net deployed by Alsace outside Andorhal, and Carlos must chase his brother-in-law.
Just like the Curse Sect has planted a large number of spies within the alliance and developed a large number of downlines.
Carlos also broke into the Cult of the Damned.
After all, not all cursed cultists like to play dominoes with the dead. After Carlos withstood the first wave of the Scourge's offensive, some guys who coveted the prosperity of the world wanted to rebel.
They regretted it.
The power promised by the Lich King conflicts with the "power" they really hope for, and they hope to return to the world of the living.
Therefore, Tirion Fordring and Alessandro Mograine took the risk.
Although with the success of this raid, the Lich King must strictly investigate the leaks, the subsequent role of these Scourge Legion's second and fifth sons will inevitably weaken, and it is not impossible to even be mentally controlled by the Lich King.
But at least it proved that it was possible to play espionage with the Scourge.
As the alliance army and the Scourge continue to change their strength balance, the situation is bound to become more complicated.
Therefore, Carlos did not expect to rely on intrigues to achieve strategic goals.
After all, we still have to fight with real swords and guns.
Just like Garithos knew how to use the fleet's large-caliber artillery to bombard the dense sea of skeletons and ghouls.
How could Carlos, who had more cards in his hand, have a tug-of-war with the Undead Scourge?
On the front line of Andorhal, Uther looked at Tirion Fordring with a complicated expression.
The two bosses stared at each other, and the other paladins couldn't speak.
Magni Bronzebeard wanted to speak, but he held back. He was not his third brother Brian who was so adventurous. He could still understand the atmosphere.
"I still don't think deporting you was a wrong thing."
Uther spoke almost arrogantly.
"It's my fault."
Tirion Fordring, who had already broken through the knot in his heart, responded without hesitation.
"The Alliance needs you now."
Uther looked complicated.
"So here I am."
Tirion Fordring has a resolute face.
"Welcome back, my brother."
Uther gave Tirion Fordring a big hug as if relieved, and the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand present cheered and applauded.
"So, after all... forget it."
Magni Bronzebeard began to applaud, although he didn't quite understand what was happening in front of him.
