Anomaly Of Warcraft

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The outcome of a war is never determined by an individual, but everyone can touch the balance of victory.

Carlos is not a god. After more than ten years of exhaustion, he finally traded in a situation that was not too bad.

In the original history, the orcs used Alterac, bypassing the layers of defense of the Alliance, and upset Lordaeron. Today, he is guarding the mountain road, and watching the Horde die in the Hillbrad Hills and the Alliance.

Regardless of background or potential, the alliance has the upper hand. Although many guys in the human kingdom were frightened by the wildness of the orcs, most of the kings and lords who really held power could see that the longer the stalemate, the greater the chances of the alliance. So even when Lothar sent a letter to the league’s senior leaders that when the second battle failed, Gilneas sent more supplies, Lordaeron sent 30,000 recruits, and Alterac added 1,000 horses to the league. Military horse.

No one in power blamed Lothar for the disadvantage of fighting because they knew they could not do better than Lothar.

When the Alliance army took the initiative and planned to let go of the encirclement net and concentrate its forces to organize defenses, Orgrim could only sigh helplessly.

"This is my mistake. If we can stabilize our troll ally and drag it for another ten days, the situation will not be like this. Our old opponent, Lothar from the south, is too cunning."

There are countless warriors among the orcs, but not many are willing to use their brains.

Many orcs think that the alliance has retreated and the tribe has won, and they don't understand why the warchief sighed instead.

It is true that the retreat of the alliance and the failure of the second battle are both the decline of mankind's strategic posture.

However, the main force of the alliance still exists, and the loss is not great except for the soldiers who lured the enemy to sacrifice.

But did the tribe not lure the enemy and sacrifice?

Originally, according to Orgrim's plan, the Alliance dispersed its forces to surround itself, so it would be dispersed. When the Alliance thought that they had a chance to win and launched an annihilation battle, the Horde army cooperated with the uprising troll allies, whether it was going north to attack Alterac or sweeping Lordaeron from the Silverpine Forest, or cooperating with the ambush to break through Thoradin’s. The wall, which connects with the wetland by land, is the best choice.

In war, or on the battlefield, the most taboo is to change the order. If the alliance doesn't move, it's nothing more. When the Alliance prepares to encircle and annihilate the tribe, it is also the best opportunity for the tribe.

No matter how you come, I only go all the way, and the identities of hunter and hunter can be changed at any time.

However, Orgrim fought Lothar when he was serving under the black hand of the former chieftain. The old opponent of this tribe was too tolerant. Faced with such a great pressure from the tribe, they actually hid 10,000 cavalry behind Thoradin's Wall. When the information came back to his own hands, Orgrim couldn't help but laugh. Sure enough, the opponent should be like Lothar to be interesting. Sure enough, it is correct to replace the black hand. Besides himself, among the orcs, who else can defeat such an enemy!

After a moment of loss, Orgrim remembered his friend Durotan. If Durotan had not been banished by the black hand, if Durotan had fought side by side with him, then the orcs would have conquered the world long ago! At least Orgrim thought so.

It's a pity that even the best plan can't keep up with the ever-changing changes.

Orgrim endured for so long, and instead of waiting for the horn of the Alliance soldiers to charge, it was the empty barracks.

The alliance retreated.

The Alliance retracted outside the tortoise shell constructed by countless fortifications.

"The trolls are making trouble. At least the league will have a total of scorers to defend. This will reduce the pressure on the main battlefield."

Orgrim comforted himself in this way.

"Warriors of the Horde! The Alliance Dog fled, and the great orcs will surely move from victory to greater victory!"

Orgrimmar motivates his men in this way.

But when the hustle and bustle was gone, only Gul'dan, whom Orgrim didn't want to see, stayed.

"My, the great, the incomparable warchief who brought victory to the Horde, Doomhammer, the glory of Blackstone, the brave and fearless Lord Orgrim."

"Enough, to be straightforward, Gul'dan!"

"Your real plan has failed."

"Yes, then?"

"If you still trust me, let me take a trip to the north for you."

"reason."

"I am also an orc, and I and the tribe, and the chief, you are a community of destiny. Without the support of the tribe, the troll can't do anything."

"Can I trust you? Gul'dan, from your eyes, I see the madness of reason. If it wasn't for Master Ner'zhul to trust you, I would rather find a reason to execute you, you are too dangerous."

"Warchief, Orgrim, I don't need to use the power of the tribe, as long as you allow the Dragonmaw clan to help me, as long as you allow me to control my tribe at will, I will use victory to prove my loyalty to the tribe. Uh, From victory to victory, from the next victory to a greater victory, it’s just like you fooling those guys who don’t want to use their brains. And I will use facts to speak.”

"Well, you convinced me. Take your storm predators and your ogre stray dogs to a big fight! Warlock!"

"You will get what you want, my warchief."

Gul'dan smiled and left.

Back to his camp, Gul'dan called a human.

"Lokama Sharptooth, wake up others, it's time to do a big job."

"Yes Master."

The human named Lokama Sharptooth had a handsome face and a pale face, and his bloodthirsty red pupils glowed cruelly. He responded to Gul'dan's call with proficient orc language.

"By the way, let Tyrone Gorefiend speed up, don't miss the action."

Gul'dan thought for a while, and supplemented and perfected his command.

"No problem, Master."

Lokama Sharptooth hammered his left chest with his right fist, hammering a deep hole in the forged steel breastplate.

Carlos Barov, thank you so much, you inspired me how to perfect the death knight.

Gul'dan couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

Hahaha, hahaha, ahahahaha.

In the white snow of Alterac, the soldiers dragged into a long queue, marching slowly on the winding mountain road.

"Ms. Alleria, do you need more clothes?" Turalyon asked affectionately.

"Mr. Turalyon, before your father's father was born, I was already fighting for Quel'Thalas as a soldier. I know how to take care of myself." Alleria replied unceremoniously.

"Um, Alleria, although I understand your feelings and don't mind if you lose your temper to me, impatience and anxiety can't solve any problems." Turalyon persuaded.

"Sorry, you are right, I shouldn't lose my temper at you, I apologize to you." Alleria calmed down and sincerely reviewed her mistakes.

Although Alleria Windrunner added a coat, she apparently mistakenly estimated the climate of Alterac Mountain when she joined the team temporarily.

Turalyon took off his cloak and put it on Alleria.

"Don't worry, Quel'Thalas is not a persimmon. You have to have confidence in your people. Carlos is a good and upright man. He is a paladin and a good hand at trolls. What are you worried about?" Turalyon said confidently.

It is precisely because I know my people that I am even more worried... And the Carlos you know is no longer simply the brave and fearless Paladin. He is also a king.

Although thinking about it this way, the words came to my mouth, but it became: "What you said makes sense, let's speed it up."

"Of course, I don’t want to spend the night in Alterac Mountains anymore. Speed ​​up. I should be able to reach Steinbrad before Tenten is dark. Alleria, let me tell you, Alterac Ham and Rock Sheep cheese can be extremely delicious..."

Ignoring Turalyon who was babbling, Alleria walked silently with the army.

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