Anomaly Of Warcraft

Hillblad’s February was the end of the cold winter, and the cold wind blowing from Northrend was no longer able to sway the snowflakes. The soldiers of the Alliance had become accustomed to this temperature, and they all said they would not feel colder anymore. .

And the tribe, the warriors of the tribe said that we have Loktar, and all the cities that hinder our Loktar are Loktarogar. The little cold is nothing, although the orcs born in the jungle of Goldron and Tanaan want to beat those born in Frostfire Ridge. Orcs---How cold we are in this midwinter, you are so hot in that day, you owe a beating!

Putting aside all the trivial things, Horde Warchief Orgrim chose a cool morning and launched the battle plan he devised with countless thoughts.

In the first part of the battle, the newly trained wolf cavalry of 10,000 orcs launched a massive interspersed raid on the Alliance defense line north of Hillblad leading to the Silver Pine Forest.

Although Lothar was puzzled, the northern line of defense was very important. About 20,000 mobile troops of the Alliance were dispatched to key positions, ready to double-team this orc cavalry force that the Alliance generals could not understand.

Now even the league recruits have a deep-rooted perception that in the case of three against one, the league will win! Although it sounds very sad, it is actually a kind of overall improvement of human combat ability, and it is the painful improvement that this battle that fought in the second year has brought to the human world.

It is a pity that the wolf cavalry of the orcs disappeared from the vision of the alliance in only half a day.

"Exhaust double scouts, I want to know where the orcs have gone before dark, I want to know the movements of the wolf cavalry, and make the dwarf gryphon riders move too!" Lothar frowned, and Orgrim frowned. After fighting for so long, Lothar knew that the guy nicknamed Doomhammer was definitely not a reckless person. Behind this non-marginal action, there must be hidden secrets that are hugely harmful to the alliance.

Find it, crack it or use it in reverse! Although Lothar was anxious on the inside, but on the outside he showed a calmness and contempt for the orcs.

In the second part of the battle, the wolf cavalry moved more than 400 kilometers. At the cost of half of the wolves' escape ability, the Great Chief Orgrim successfully mobilized the Alliance to transfer the main force to the north to prevent the tribe’s imaginary offensive.

"Humans don't dare to bet, so I dare to bet, now, the army is attacking!"

Orgrim waved his hand, and the orcs rushed to South Blue Town like a tide.

Although the mayor of South Blue Town Heni Mareb has never slackened the defense of South Blue Town, in the face of such a large number of orcs, the outlying camps have been defeated, and the Alliance sergeants can only shrink in South Blue Town. , Defending hard under the cover of Marine gunfire.

"Your Excellency, we have suffered a lot of casualties in such a strong attack."

"There are no casualties, how can I convince the Alliance of my intentions and continue the offensive."

Although Orgrim usually cares for the clan and is approachable, he is an iron-blooded commander on the battlefield, and the death of soldiers is only a number to him.

"The strategy of adjusting the tiger away from the mountain..."

Lothar took a deep breath, and the orcs played a time lag, confuses them with the wolf cavalry, who were not very useful in the siege, and then the army stormed South Blue town with all their strength, trying to pull out the only alliance in the southwestern area of ​​Hillblad. Support point!

It was a good move to move the tiger away from the mountain. In response to the wolf cavalry's surprise attack, Lothar moved all the main forces of the alliance's cavalry to the north. Although these cavalry are recharged and vigorous, their combat power completely crushes those exhausted orc wolf cavalry.

The only problem is that it takes two days and two nights to rush from the northern defensive position to the town of South Blue. Orgrim won this time!

"Order Marshal Daelin Proudmoore to fully support South Blue Town, and the army will check the outfits. We are ready to go south!"

Lothar understood a truth, and was led by the nose by the enemy, and he would never end well.

South Blue town, you want me to give it to you! Without the wolf cavalry, in the south of Hillblad, what do you use to face the iron hoof of the Alliance?

"Kadgar, I'm going to trouble you again."

"Marshal Lothar, please give orders."

"Thank you for a trip to Stromgarde and prepare them. The password is the yellow river roaring."

"no problem."After Lothar finished the arrangement, he turned his attention back to the map, calculating in his mind whether there were loopholes in his strategy.

Therefore, the highest commander of the alliance did not notice that Khadgar's expression on the side was not good. For a moment, he seemed to be forty years old, but it seemed to be an illusion.

Orgrim, what gave you the courage to fool the Alliance so much?

After completing the deduction on the map, Lothar slammed a punch. If the tribe does not have a secret weapon, then the tribe is looking for death!

In the third part of the battle, Lothar received an emergency report from the town of South Blue. After two days of fierce attack, the orcs suddenly retreated, even the corpse did not converge.

The orc's weird behavior made Lothar's back sweat unstoppable.

"What does the orc want to do?"

Uther asked everyone present what the orcs wanted to do.

"Report, Your Excellency Marshal, there is intelligence that the orcs' dragoons are dispatched on a large scale, and the goal is our direction."

"Marshal, we need defense!"

"Master Lothar, call the Griffin Rider."

"To shut up!"

Lothar interrupted the words of those around him.

Up to now, the red dragon of the orcs is no longer an unsolvable weapon of decisive battle. In order to deal with these giant sky beasts, the Alliance has accumulated nearly a million insights and more than 100,000 bows and crossbows. It can be said that without ground coordination, it is a idiotic dream to count on the red dragon flames in the sky to destroy the main force of the alliance. The babbling.

"This is an illusion, Orgrim's trap. The target of the Horde Dragon Knight will never be us."

A qualified commander must dare to make judgments. Lothar believed in his own judgment.

"We move on and order the dwarves to prepare and intercept the red dragon on the way back."

Although the movements of the tribe give people an illusion of overwhelming, dazzling. But Lothar looked for a point, head-on confrontation, the alliance is completely worthy of your tribe, then I will force you to fight head-on. The alliance has so much more troops than your tribe. As long as you grab your little tail, everything else is imaginary. As long as you force your main force to concentrate on yourself, your Doomhammer can't play any tricks.

Lothar ordered the army to move on.

In the fourth part of the battle, Orgrim made his own judgment after seeing the alliance's actions.

"The bald head named Lothar wants to force us to fight decisively."

"Chief, mankind wants to fight, then let's fight."

"Chief, give your order, let's kill those humans!"

Ignoring the subordinates' request for battle, Orgrim waved his hand.

"The tribesmen have been trekking these days, not for wrestling with humans when they are exhausted."

Orgrim said with contempt for humans.

Although Orgrim never despised any opponent, he knew how to speak to make his subordinates more obedient.

"This step of the plan is enough, Redborn Clefthoof Slayer, the rest is up to you." Orgrim said.

"I would rather die!" The warrior from Nagrand beat his chest.

That night, Orgrim brought the orcs who had fought for thousands of miles to the south quietly, and approached Thoradin's Wall.

When the flames of the red dragon and the smoke ignited by the defenders of Thoradin's Wall broke through the sky, Lothar fully understood that Orgrimmar was about to make a desperate move.

But can they break through Thoradin's Wall?

Even with the flames of the red dragon, how can the essence of mankind for two thousand years be destroyed by flames?

"Not good, troll!"

Lothar suddenly exclaimed.

Attacking Thoradin’s Wall from the north is almost impossible, but attacking Thoradin’s Wall from the south is no longer an insurmountable moat!

Lothar finally remembered the existence of tribal forces on Arathi Highlands!

"Quickly, order the defenders of Dunhold Castle, the few corps in the south, to abandon all defensive positions, and urgently support Thoradin's Wall! Even if you die, you also die under Thoradin's Wall!"

Lothar couldn't imagine that if the orcs really played a time difference, broke through Thoradin's Wall, and went all the way south, opening up the connection between the Saldo Bridge and the wetland, so that the continuous reinforcements from the rear could go north.

And human beings will lose the logistics supply of Stromgarde after losing Hillblad's food output.

At this point, the number advantage of humans will become a joke in front of the orcs. In this battle of hard power, humans will become the loser who bleeds too much and died before the orcs.

"There must be nothing wrong with Thoradin's Wall!"

Lothar said decisively.

After the dazzling combination of punches, Orgrim Doomhammer finally revealed his vicious fangs.

After enduring a whole winter, the tribe completed all the arrangements. Inspired by the elements and shadows, blood and glory, countless orcs contributed their strengths.

Although the frontal attack on Thoradin’s Wall, the Horde lost more than two thousand people on the first day, but the defenders were not happy. Biglas Bertone, with the smell of fireworks, took advantage of the intermission of the war and took time. He left two letters to his elder brother and son, which can also be called suicide note, and sent them to Strawberry Fort.

For my brother, Biglass, the veteran soldier, just said that the Saldo Bridge cannot be lost, and the troops defending the Saldo Bridge cannot be withdrawn!

For his son, Biglas had many thoughts, and in the end he wrote only a few words, and the central idea was one: Your father is worthy of the name of a warrior. If I die in battle, please be proud of me.

"Your Excellency Commander, the orcs launched a night attack!"

"Let the reserve team on top, and the cavalry is ready to go out from the racetrack to counterattack at any time!"

Biglas calmly responded to the messenger, calming the panicked soldier.

The defensive power of Thoradin’s Wall is not weak. As long as the reinforcements come, all difficulties will disappear. Biglas has the confidence to hold on to Thoradin’s Wall for at least one month!

"Except for accidents, the orcs can't take my life!"

Biglas wiped his face with cold water, once again arranged his armor and draped, walked up the high wall, and commanded the battle.

As for the tribe, the knowledgeable high-level commanders couldn't help but look at their warchief, when will the ambush move!

Night attack, storm attack, attacking Thoradin's Wall from the front, the warriors of the tribe are attacking the mountain with their flesh and blood!"It's not time yet. The scouts report that the main force of the Alliance has at least five days to come over. We still have time."

Orgrim put the Doomhammer's handle down on the ground, pressed his hands on the hammer head, and calmly watched the tribe's offensive.

"It's not time yet. The defenders of the Alliance are still quick to react to night attacks. We need to attack, attack harder, until they are exhausted. Then a fatal blow."

"But the soldiers have been exhausted from the continuous shifts during this period of time."

"You are facing humans, not another clan of orcs."

Orgrim's words dropped the doubter's head, and then screamed abruptly.

Yes, we are orcs from Draenor, we are noble and powerful orcs, fatigue and sleepiness cannot prevent us from winning.

This presumptuous howl seems to be contagious. Although the night is already dark, one after another, all the orcs begin to howl. This venting voice conveys the same connotation—the orcs are invincible!

"Your Excellency, Chief Tribone’s messenger is here, and he has brought news."

"Say."

"Chippon did not choose to capture the emptiness of Dunhold Castle. He bypassed human defenses and sentries. At the same time, Chief Chipborn believed that if there is a chance, it would be a reasonable strategic goal to change the target and destroy the Griffin Cavalry troops directly to destroy the dwarves. ."

"He is the commander, and the actual situation is up to him."

Everyone is gone, Orgrim is happy to be a good person, pretending to be generous, but there is still a trace of annoyance in his heart.

Humans have changed Orgrim's views with their firmness and tenacity. This is not a race that can be easily enslaved. If you can't seize the opportunity or create an opportunity to kill you, something bad will happen.

Although the word failure did not appear in Orgrim's heart, the shadow of the soul enveloped the warchief of the tribe.

In this land, the tribe has been dragging on for too long.

In the Burning Steppes, Gul'dan is directing the orc soldiers to transport runestones stolen from Quel'Thalas to an elemental pool.

"Tyron, don't you want a new body? When this altar is built, everything will change. Tribes and alliances will become history. There will only be one ruler of this world, and that is the legion!"

The success of the plan made Gul'dan look happy.

"Master Gul'dan, is it really okay for you not to go to the north now? If your Lord Chieftain fails, it will have a great impact on your plan." Tyrone Gorefiend asked, absorbing enough high elves to transform deaths. After the soul, he no longer entangled with the problem of the body.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Orgrim is a good warrior, general, and commander. At present, nothing is as important as the altar in front of me. As long as the altar is abbreviated, I will have inexhaustible blood, Horde Will be invincible, the Burning Legion will eventually dominate the world!"

Gul'dan greedily breathed the air near the fire elemental pool.

Because the fire element was active, which shook the stability of the space, Gul'dan got in touch with Kil'jaeden very smoothly, and the fraudster was satisfied with Gul'dan's actions.

Just now, Kil'jaeden the deceiver rewarded Gul'dan with more dark knowledge. These taboo and powerful magical knowledge made Gul'dan intoxicated.

"Tyron, you are right, the great cause of the Legion is above all else. After completing the necessary preparations, you come to preside over the construction of the altar. I should return to Orgrim."

After thinking about it, Gul'dan said so.

"Yes, my master, everything is for the master's master."

Tyrone Gorefiend bowed gracefully.

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