Anomaly Of Warcraft

The gale started at the end of Qingping, and the huge waves formed between the waves.

When Zujin once again set up the battle flag of the Amani Empire, when the trolls of Zu Aman were ready to vent their thousands of years of resentment, and when the ancient races from the Eastern Kingdom decided not to remain silent.

Two battlefields separated by thousands of miles have become a community of destiny.

Once, the elves of Quel'Thalas and the humans of the Arathor Empire joined hands to ruin the hope of revival of the oldest empire and torch the civilization of the trolls.

For nearly six hundred years, the Farstrider troops of Silvermoon City have even regarded the trolls as a trial for recruits. They have encircled and suppressed once a year, leaving the people of Zu Aman trapped in a corner, looking across the mountain.

The civilization was destroyed and the foundation was shaken. The strong Amani troll warriors could only use stones and animal teeth against the well-equipped high elves. Countless people cried to Zujin, not that our army is incompetent, but the elves have magic. At this time, the old heroes, the elders of the trolls, the ruler of Zuaman, and the troll Zujin can only use the gods and beliefs to appease the people.

Today, however, everything is no longer the same.

Orgrim Doomhammer brought a covenant to the trolls, bringing steel and shadow.

For a whole year, Orgrim used his tight capacity to secretly provide the Amani trolls of Zuaman with enough weapons and equipment to arm an army of 10,000.

For a whole year, Zujin led his people to unite all tribes, conquered many vassals including kobolds, and trained countless birds of prey and beasts that served the trolls.

Lynx, blizzard, dragon eagle, thunder falcon.

Surrounded by an army of beasts and slaves, Zu Jin fought the troll's largest battle of revenge in hundreds of years.

Whether it was Lordaeron or Quel'Thalas, the Amani trolls had a dispute.

The high elves are right in front of them, and they will be happy when they go out and turn left.

Human beings are not far away, through the mountain woodland, is Stratholme.

For Zujin, there is no difference in the degree of hatred of high elves and humans. According to his intentions, which one is close to which one.

Just joining the tribe, always show some sincerity, since Orgrim wants the trolls to attack humanity south, then he can't ignore the feelings of his allies.

So Zujin decided to fight the high elves first, and then kill the humans to vent their anger.

Thus, on the appointed day, the war in the north reignited.

From the rebel camps in Stranglethorn Vale, the sporadic resistance in the Elwynn Forest, to the white snow of Khaz Modan, from the marshes of the wetlands to the fortification of the Saldo Bridge to the fierce battle in the Hillblad Hills.

The flames of war have completely burned across the entire Eastern Kingdom, and there is nowhere else in this land that is paradise.

With Orgrim's continuity, the trolls of the Evil Branch and Eviltooth clan also joined the tribe, and the Witherwood clan provided a guide under the surface neutrality.

So a coalition of more than seven thousand orcs, ogres, and trolls bypassed the eyeliner of Dunhold Castle, and gathered from the vast Yamanaka to the Hinterland, and then avoided the order from the Yamanaka trail of the Hinterland group. Thoradin's Wall of the Horde's despair.

Suddenly, the situation on the Alliance side reversed.

Lothar's original plan was to encircle the tribe in a stalemate. Then leaked a flaw in the southwest, led the enemy to the open area, and took advantage of the alliance's cavalry to annihilate the main force of the tribe in one go.

However, until the Horde once again sent wolf cavalry from the Burning Plains to the Hillblad area, the alliance's strategic deployment still failed to complete. The invasion of Quel'Thalas and Stratholme's emergency made Lothar smell of conspiracy even more.

It wasn't until the Bertone family, the master of Stromgarde, that the Arathi region was in a hurry, and the 10,000 cavalry of the Alliance could only be used to save the emergency, and Lothar understood the big game of the tribe.

Fortunately and unfortunately.

Lothar felt a trace of luck in addition to his anger.

Because of forbearance, the commander-in-chief of the alliance, Anduin Lothar did not mobilize the 10,000 Stromgarde cavalry hidden in the Arathi Highlands even at the moment of crisis.

The Wall of Thoradin was designed and built to defend against potential enemies in the north, so the defense on the side facing Arathi Highlands is actually quite weak.

However, Stromgarde with sufficient reserves and sufficient strength to defend Thoradin’s Wall and Saldo Bridge, the tribe’s surprise soldiers cannot change the situation of the war.

Although the final killer of the entire second battle was broken, the plan of the tribe to move thousands of miles to the battle was also lost.

The two most brilliant commanders of this era, in a game called War, on a chessboard called Lordaeron, after several rounds of exchanges, they still reached a tie.

"It's one move, it's one move after all." Lothar couldn't help sighing after receiving the military report.

"Marshal, we are still besieging the tribe, why are we so despondent?" Turalyon asked.

After all, he is still too young, and no matter how strong he is in tactics, he cannot change his passiveness in strategy.

After all, he was still young. Being young was the biggest advantage. Lothar didn't mind teaching his adjutant more knowledge.

"From the very beginning, the siege was a gesture. There is a geographical factor in the siege of 50,000 orcs with an army of less than 80,000 people. We can be surrounded, but Immune to Death, the orcs want to break through, and we can't stop it. The difference is only where they broke through and when they broke through. The first move is lost, and the backyard is on fire. We are passive. For soldiers, a frontal charge requires great courage. For commanders, passive response is the greatest fear. The situation is already under our control."

"Why bother, Marshal, if the situation at the beginning of the battle, the alliance at this time is no better than the original alliance, the victory will be ours after all." Turalyon still said confidently.

It's great to be young, Lothar couldn't help sighing.

"You are right. Victory will eventually belong to human beings." Lothar responded to his subordinates' expectations with a confident smile.

However, the Kingdom of Lordaeron and King Terenas gave the Alliance tremendous support, and the hinterland was empty, while Gilneas guarded the route from Hillblad Hills to the Silverpine Forest. If there is a loss, Lordaeron will have nothing. Risks can be guarded. In addition, Gene Greymane himself has a strong tendency to isolationism, asking him to help the people and money for thousands of miles, I am afraid that there is little hope.

Lordaeron is not to be lost, but it is the key to confronting the tribe. At this moment, drawing troops from the frontal battlefield is looking for a dead end.

Where did the army come from?

Lothar thought, hesitated, and suddenly, a name was in his mind—— Alterac!

It only takes half a month from Alterac to support Stratholme through Andorhal!

"Turalyon, I need you to do something for me." Lothar said.

"Marshal, please give orders." Turalyon is willing to provide any useful help to his idol.

To deport the others, Lothar alone gave Turalyon a face-to-face instruction.

Carlos Barov who was far away in Alterac couldn't help sneezing twice.

"Strange, the Paladin also catches a cold?"

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