The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

The tribe was defeated once again, completely.

This time, the tribe's defeat was no longer due to an unexpected attack, but a head-on defeat by the Draenei on the battlefield.

The newly-appeared Draenei were wearing super armor they had never seen before, and each had the ability to match ten, making it impossible for the orcs to suppress them in one fell swoop even if they had a numerical advantage.

Coupled with the huge amounts of mechanical golems and their powerful artillery fire, the orc formations were often blown to pieces by terrifying volleys in the middle of the charge. Under such circumstances, even if they broke through the firepower network and rushed in front of the draenei, they would have suffered heavy losses and were out of organization. What remaining strength would they have left to fight against the wolf-like draenei warriors?

Facing the draenei's firepower, the orcs of the tribe no longer dared to charge in a dense formation as usual. Because the denser their formation is, the greater the casualties they will suffer when hit by artillery fire.

But when they form a sparse formation of "seven or eighty", they will face another problem - insufficient combat effectiveness.

The so-called tactics are essentially a game of space and time. The key to tactics is to attack more and less in unit space and time, or to invest as much firepower as possible

to cause greater damage.

However, the sparse charge formation means that the lethality of the unit space is insufficient. The warriors of the tribe could not defeat the draenei who were equipped with advanced equipment. If they lost their numerical advantage again, what awaited them would be a one-sided massacre.

After driving the orcs completely out of Shattrath, the golden army was not satisfied. They filed out through the gap and even launched a counterattack against the tribe.

Even though they numbered only a thousand people, only one percent of the orc army, this one percent still had incomparable power and defeated the orcs steadily.

What makes the orcs despair the most is their casualty ratio.

With their terrifying artillery fire, the draenei were able to inflict huge amounts of damage to the orcs from a long distance away, while the orcs could only stand a chance of harming them by running closer and risking their lives.

However, the energy shield of the draenei warriors minimizes this possibility: unless the same draenei warrior is constantly attacked in a short period of time, as long as he is given a chance to breathe, the energy shield will be activated within a short time. The shield will return to its full strength.

This resulted in very few Draenei casualties during the battle, even in a head-on fight.

Orcs are indeed quite warlike, but they do not like a battle that is destined to be unwinnable.

Orcs are indeed not afraid of sacrifice, but they are afraid that their sacrifice will be meaningless.

The battle against this draenei army proved this.

As a result, the orcs collapsed. They did not want to fight this army again, and they did not want to continue such a war - this was not a war, but a massacre.

The tribe began to rout.

Looking at the scene of the green tide receding in front of them, the soldiers and civilians of Shattrath couldn't help but look at each other. They couldn't believe that the scene before them was real. The terrifying army that had cornered them an hour ago actually retreated on its own initiative?

No, that's not a retreat, that's a rout.

They won, and it was an absolute victory.

Since the war with the Horde, the Draenei have only received bad news: the city has been lost, the caravan has disappeared, the village has been massacred, and the temple has fallen.

This was the first time that they won the war, and it was a big victory!

Soon, endless cheers sounded in Shattrath. People hugged each other, shouted and shed excited tears to celebrate this rare victory.

Along with the cheers, Auchinton's army chased the tribe for several miles, and then calmly returned to Shattrath, without taking the opportunity to expand the fruits of victory.

Little did they know that their actions made Kil'jaeden furious.

"How on earth did they discover our ambush!?"

In front of his men, Kil'jaeden roared.

"No...I don't know...My master, we don't know what went wrong at all."

Facing the wrath of the demon leader, Gul'dan, who was domineering in front of the orcs, seemed quite humble at this moment. 【

"I don't know!?" After hearing Gul'dan's answer, Kil'jaeden became even more angry: "I don't know how the army appeared here, and defeated the tribe with weapons that I don't know where they came from. In the end, I don't know how they found out in advance. You caught our ambush and don’t know anything, so what do I need from you!?”

Kil'jaeden was really angry this time.

Kil'jaeden has always been extremely angry about Velen's betrayal, otherwise he would not have hunted down the draenei for ten thousand years.

After the Draenei settled on the planet Draenor, Kil'jaeden also followed the traces here. Seducing the orcs, a native race of Draenor, and using their power to massacre the draenei. This is Kil'jaeden's proudest achievement: using a barbaric and backward race to kill those who claim to be kind and philanthropic. The draenei are his biggest mockery of Velen's "hypocrisy" philosophy.

However, this can only slightly alleviate his anger at betrayal. Only Velen's blood can calm his anger.

Originally he was going to do it...

Under the walls of Shattrath, everything changed.

During the first attack on the city, the hypocritical group of ants actually used the power of the "shadow" that they had always looked down upon in the past, and inflicted heavy losses on the tribe. The arrogant Burning Legion did not even notice the change in the Draenei's ideas, and suffered a hidden loss as a result.

During the second siege, Kil'jaeden tried his best to temporarily mobilize an army from the Burning Legion that was fighting everywhere to prevent accidents, but the accident happened in a way he did not expect.

In fact, not long after the golden army appeared, he understood their origins - those people were not unexpected spoilers, but the group of Draenei from Oakington south of Shattrath. organized army.

But this was what made him angrier.

If this support army comes from other places, such as those light-forged draenei who fought with the Holy Light Legion against the Burning Legion in the universe (not all of the Draenei followed Velen during their ten thousand years of flight, and there is another Zhi directly joined the Naaru's command and became the Lightforged Draenei), he would not be so angry. But it happened that this army came from Auchindoun, another Draenei city on Draenor, but it overturned his entire plan. This feeling of "out of control" was what made him most angry.

Known as "The Deceiver", Kil'jaeden has always been proud of his wisdom and cunning. The current loss of control is a denial of his wisdom - especially when that army revealed his plan: using the orcs' defeat as bait to lure them into an ambush, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop.

This kind of tactical deception has always been Kil'jaeden's most proud method, but now in 5.8, he seems to feel that he has been crushed by his IQ.

And soon, new bad news came, making him even more angry.

"Report to the Master Deceiver, our attack failed." The person who came to deliver the message was a demon. At the moment, his body still had many burn marks caused by energy attacks: "The defensive power of that city is too strong. !As soon as we approached, we were attacked by a large number of energy cannons. We suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat. Sir, you..."

The demon hesitated for a while, and finally continued: "Your judgment is wrong. Auchindoun's remaining power is not as weak as you think."

"...Get out of here!"

Kil'jaeden was trembling with rage as his plan to attack Auchindon with the demons that were on guard against Auchindoun failed.

At this moment, he deeply felt that everything he had been proud of in the past had been deeply insulted in front of the city called Oakington and its ruler.