Anomaly Of Warcraft

The sky full of smoke and dust obscured the otherwise impenetrable sky of the burning plain.

When the already dim light became more obscure, both sides of the war knew that today would probably be here.

Because it's dark.

The Alliance soldiers holding the camp were grilling and eating around the campfire, with armor on their bodies and weapons at their waists. The whole day of fighting tested the will of the warriors both physically and mentally.

The alliance persisted, or was let go.

In the south, Turalyon and the generals who rushed to the front line fought with Orgrim all day long. Tens of thousands of human orcs fought wildly in the relatively flat "plain" area, neither the alliance nor the tribe. A decisive victory was achieved, and the battle line has been stalemate near the original battlefield.

In the dilapidated war fortress, two roundabout orcs seized the opportunity to seize the opportunity.

However, luck was on Lothar's side. The earthquake destroyed the city walls and also destroyed the landforms. The difficult marching process gave Lothar time to regroup. And the fierce offensive of another orc army did not defeat Gavinrad's will. The young paladin shouted the name of the holy light, and after finishing the game, he did not let the orcs' plan succeed.

When Lothar saw Gavinrad again, the young Paladin had fallen into a deep coma.

"The adult fell after the battle. At that time, the adult couldn't even hold the sword. He was completely relieved. He was covered in blood. He had his own, and more of his own. Before he fell into a coma, he had something to tell the Marshal. "

"Say it."

"Tell the marshal, I tried my best. Tell my father, I love him."

...

The fighting in the day wasted the soldiers' energy, and there was great fear hidden in the silence of the night.

Lothar walked through the dilapidated barracks full of exhaustion, and signaled the soldiers to take a good rest, not to stand up and salute.

Although the world of Azeroth does not have a chairman and no "On Protracted War", Lothar still understands the truth of the loss of everything.

Maybe... it's time to leave.

Knowing himself and the enemy, Lothar, as the General Marshal, has a clear understanding of the two military groups, the Alliance and the Horde.

It was a fluke for Hillblad to win. Six months ago, the wave after wave of the orcs' turbulent offensive was the culprit for Lothar's awakening in the middle of the night and the nightmare of all Alliance soldiers. Three fights and one is killed. It seems too normal for the Alliance. Without five soldiers, who can be sure to win an orc.

Even so, the league won.

Win or lose never asks about means, victory is only a result.

As a very dedicated teacher, the orc used blood and suffering to teach the comfortable humans in Lordaeron for a long time what real war is, and also forged a strong army comparable to Thoradin's victory over the trolls.

No, it could be stronger!

Lothar felt that if it were the current alliance, Quel'Thalas would be able to push the troll head-on without even Quel'Thalas' magic.

But so what?

Dare to lead a lone army of 30,000 people to station in the Burning Plains is a scientific judgment, based on three points. First of all, it is the existence of the fortress of war. Relying on the fortress's strong walls and the defensive outposts scattered around the stars, it is impossible for the orcs to mobilize large forces to form a siege. The war will eventually become a stalemate fighting against the consumption of materials. Even drinking water is a strategic material in the ghost place of Burning Plains, and the orcs have no capital to play tricks with humans. Secondly, after the victory of the Battle of Hillblad, the alliance bottomed out. Victory, victory, victory, constant victory, the morale of the alliance and the unstable tribe formed a sharp contrast. In the end, these 30,000 people are the most elite 30,000 people in the seven nations of the Alliance, including Silvermoon City Ironforge. They are the backbone of the alliance. Any infantry dare to stand up against the orcs one-on-one. .

Because of this, Lothar dared to personally go to the Burning Plains to direct the battle with a personal risk.

But thinking about it conversely, the strongest is also the most important fate.

Speaking of the alliance army, 300,000, how many are truly elites in hundreds of battles?

A full play is no more than sixty thousand.

Some of them are the Knights under Carlos Barov, the Guards under Gene Greymane, the Marine Corps under Daelin Proudmoore, and even Terenas Menech. Lieutenant regiment.

After the victory of the Battle of Hillblad, the kings of various countries withdrew some legions to varying degrees. Lothar can understand and even agree with this. After all, the basis of ruling must have military power in addition to the name. Afterwards, the kings recruited more soldiers to join the alliance, leaving Lothar not interested in mentioning this matter.

But putting it right now is a big problem.

The massive earthquake destroyed the alliance’s war fortresses and surrounding fortifications, and the orcs could maintain at least one week of fighting with the dry food they carried with them.

Relying on the 30,000 alliance to fight against 50,000 orcs in the wild is actually not impossible... but it's a huge loss.

And if the tribal warchief of Orgrim is not a fool, the messenger for help is probably already on the way.

On my own side, even though Lothar hid 20,000 people in the Searing Gorge, if Uther was not an idiot, he should have set out to rescue soldiers.

But far can't quench near thirst.

Black Rock Mountain has always been a disturbing factor. With the addition of the orcs in Black Rock Mountain, Lothar estimates that the number of orcs he needs to face now may exceed 80,000.

Orcs beat humans, two beat one...

Maybe it's really time to go. The temporary loss is nothing. The situation of the alliance will not be changed because the tribe breaks a war fortress by taking advantage of natural disasters. Ironforge's subsequent reinforcements of more than 100,000 were not placed there as a display. Lothar kept thinking about it during the patrol, and finally made up his mind.

Fight a nice little counterattack, and then Sa Yazi leaves.

It is not easy to make up your mind, and it is even harder to implement it.

The current stalemate is due to the fact that at least half of the Alliance troops are fighting Orgrim head-on, and the entire frontal battlefield is staggered. It took three full days for Lothar to pass the rough command that could not be rougher to every general who led the soldiers outside. The biggest good news for you during the period was that the orc army in Blackstone Mountain remained unmoved, and the two roundabout orcs also stopped and stopped the alliance camp as if they were routine, and even there seemed to be a camp scream during the period.

Judging from the news from Turalyon, Lothar judged that Orgrim was also hesitating. It was a difficult choice to attack or retreat. The alliance with the deadly tribe seems to be dominant in this small battlefield, but if the battle cannot be resolved before the ammunition and food are exhausted, the orc army under Orgrim is likely to be in a dilemma because of the tribe’s chief. Nor can it be determined when the alliance's reinforcements will arrive.

Lothar and Orgrim actually both encountered the same problem - insufficient intelligence.

The only difference was that Lothar made up his mind a few hours earlier than Orgrim.

The dust caused by the earthquake has gradually calmed down in the past three days. Today is a difficult sunny day. The burning plain has not seen the sun for a long time.

Lothar made up his mind to annihilate a roundabout army of orcs today, and led Reid Blackhand's army to respond. Otherwise, he would get stuck in the passage. At that time, it would not be a question of whether to retreat, but a problem of being unable to leave. The problem is gone.

And Orgrim finally made up his mind and said to the emissary.

"Go back and tell Reid, I agree with his plan, for the old chief."

The group of Yamanaka in Lordaeron and the happy playing kobolds were destroyed. A group of tin people were killed from the depths of the tunnel. They would kill if they saw the fat for no reason. They turned boxes and cabinets everywhere, even the dried rat meat. Kobold babies can't beat...

After exiting the mine, the death squads who had survived weeped with joy, grabbed the snow on the ground and stuffed them into their mouths. Carlos was also cried out by the reflection of the snow on the ground, so he grabbed Khadgar by the collar.

"Can you rely on the spectrum? Can your teleportation spell be more reliable? Where is it? Northrend? Did I yell and charge, target Northrend!"

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