Anomaly Of Warcraft

The tragic battle proved that both the Stitching Monster, the Ghoul or the Skeleton Soldier have extremely high bullet resistance.

In other words, using hot weapons to fight the Scourge is surprisingly poor.

However, it can't stand the firepower!

Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

Alsace fought fiercely for two days and two nights. Without the onslaught of retreat, he squeezed 800 meters abruptly.

Aha!

Eight hundred meters!

That's awesome! ! !

That's right, the marble hits the suture monster, but PIUPIU's corpse oil; hits the ghoul more effectively, can hit a stagger; the best thing is to hit the skeleton soldier, because there are too many layers, In theory, the most bulletproof skeleton soldier is the most bulletproof.

Look, for two days and two nights of fierce battle, the militias of Anhador taught the Scourge Army what is called a skirmish line, and taught the necromancers and death knights who control the skeleton soldiers what is called a scatterman. a flower!

Using the weapons of World War I, the militias of Anjador played the momentum of World War II.

But there is an egg.

Whether it is production capacity, organization capacity or transportation capacity, the Alterac Kingdom cannot be compared with a truly industrialized country. After the ammunition inventory is finished, the protagonist of the battlefield is still cold weapons and magic.

Short-term battlefield comedy cannot change the situation of human beings' last fight.

It is even said that at the moment when the heavy long-range firepower delivery equipment of the Scourge arrives, Anjador will face the dilemma of being suppressed by firepower.

"Marshal, why don't you let us play?"

Garithus asked puzzledly.

His 9,000-man army can be said to be the second largest remaining military force in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. As an army that has faced the undead and natural disasters, it is not afraid to fight head-to-head with the Scourge.

However, Carlos rejected Garithus's several requests for a fight.

The real reason cannot be said.

Propaganda before the war, there is no way for us to retreat, this is our home, behind the motherland.

Everyone is ready to fight Anhador to death, and has the consciousness of fighting to death.

At this time, Carlos could quietly tell Garithos - in fact, it is okay to give up Anjador.

Can?

No way!

I couldn't say anything, but Carlos really didn't want to use his inferior force and combat power to fight his brother-in-law in the ghost place of Anjador.

It's still the old saying.

Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been fragmented, the Alliance of Lordaeron still has the strength to confront the Scourge in a short period of time.

Delayed time, delayed until the main combat power has been gathered, and then the final word is Carlos's real plan.

But these words cannot be said to the people below.

Otherwise, the anger of seeing death as a last resort will dissipate, and it will really be a thousand miles away.

"It's not time yet. Garithus, I ask you, how many enemies are there?"

Carlos shook his head deeply, put down his binoculars, and asked rhetorically, leaning on the trench and soil barrier.

"Four hundred thousand."

Garithus's answer was quite satisfactory, this is the information revealed by the propaganda mouth.

"Four hundred thousand, even four hundred thousand dogs, can kill nine thousand of you. As Anjador's current trump card, you must withstand the greatest pressure in the most difficult circumstances, not reckless, stupid, and being Dominated by the enthusiasm of the battlefield, understand?"

Carlos's preaching became more and more severe, but Garithos was very happy to listen.

"Understood, Marshal, the Legion always listens to your call."

"Go and rest."

"Yes."

Flickering away Garithos, Mograine looked at Carlos with a weird look.

"What are you looking at?"

"I remember you were not such a person before."

"Then you come?"

"never mind."

To be honest, neither Carlos nor Garithus could understand the actions of the Scourge.

Why is it so slow?

Yes, slow.

After Dalaran was blasted by a hammer, Anhal'dor's caster power was far inferior to the undead Scourge.

In order to resist the possible harm caused by spells such as Death Cloud, Carlos expended a lot of manpower to dig many anti-virus holes.

However, except for Arthas riding his beloved Invincible on the first day of the battle, he showed his face far away, and he disappeared for the next two days.

What kind of gargoyle necromancer, death knight, the high-level units of the Scourge, it seems that the undead army wants to use the skeletons and ghouls to pile up humans with low-level units.

This makes no sense.

After fighting for two days, Arthas wasn't a real second fool. Didn't he understand that Anhador could not be piled up so easily before he finished fighting the mankind's weapons inventory?

So behind this unreasonableness, there must be a deeper reason.

Carlos thought carefully, but suffered from too little intelligence to deduce any logically self-consistent conclusions.

"Master Ashbringer, what do you think?"

Carlos asked.

"First of all, the Ashbringer is the name of this knife, although I also like it very much. It sounds better than the Lightbringer and I don't know where it goes."

"..."

"..."

"Hahahahahaha!"

"You feel stupid too, right, hahaha!"

It can only be said that Uther, who is very popular among the people, is actually very unwelcome among the paladins, and always gives his colleagues a feeling of holding on to the air, unpleasant.

After the two angered Uther, Mograine continued.

"Then what I want to say is that something is not right."

Mograine took off the helmet, buckled it, and took it back, using this time to organize his thoughts.

"Too weak. Compared with the battle in the west, these bones are too weak and very abnormal. The reports are all good to say, but Carlos, we won't win so easily. The enemy is endlessly sleepy and tireless. , And we have flesh and blood, and we bleed and weep."

Carlos nodded and motioned for Mograine to continue.

"It can only be said that the number of enemies in that battle was just right. The 30-mile battlefield left enough space for the cavalry to intersperse, and the desperate resistance of the militia limited the movement of the undead. Don’t look at us as if we were 30,000 dozen ten. Wan, in fact, on the local battlefield, we have always been fighting more and less. We are all veterans, so I won’t tell you about the illusion. More is more, less is less, more and less is bullying. But even so , The situation is not optimistic, so I am the only one here this time."

"I know."

Carlos nodded, Mograine explained the reason before.

Natural disasters.

The soldiers wounded by the plague ghouls and the people infected by hatred became a great burden after the battle.

Patients with minor injuries can also be cured with their own resistance and medicine. Those with moderate injuries or more can only use high-intensity holy light to suppress the injury.

Uther really did a good thing. One hundred elite Paladins, without them, I don't know how many Alliance warriors would die under the epidemic.

But the problem also lies in this. Compared to Lordaeron's million-level population base, there are not two thousand paladins plus reserve.

As high-end combat power, the number of paladins is too scarce, and the priest group, only bishop-level priests have the light intensity that can suppress the erosion of the plague.

Therefore, behind the Hillsbrad victory, there are very deep and acute problems.

In order to treat the wounded and sick, most of the Paladins of the Silver Hand stayed in Hillsbrad, and only the brilliant Mograine made an emergency transition and relayed the specific information of the battle to Carlos.

"This is not the style of the Scourge at all. They besieged Anjador, they must be hiding something."

Mograine made his own sharp interpretation of the seemingly lively battle.

"Where are their casters, what is Arthas hiding?"

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