Azeroth’s Death Track

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For the people of the eastern continent of Azeroth, the last months of the seven years of the Dark Portal were still spent in the war.

The invasion of the orcs has lasted for seven years, and the order of human society has been messed up. Tens of millions of people have been displaced. When Orgrim rushed into the Tirisfal area and attacked the Lordaeron city, even humans The last piece of pure land in the world was completely submerged by the tide of orcs.

In those days, the shadow of failure shone over the head of the human world as if in substance. Once Lordaeron was defeated, all the resistance of the Human Alliance and all efforts would be lost.

Fortunately, he still cares about humanity, because Gul'dan's betrayal, the tribe's handy victory eventually turned into a bubble, Orgrim did not overwhelm the tribe's fate, he chose to retreat before the human reinforcements arrived on the battlefield .

Because of this, although the tribe suffered heavy losses, it still retained the power of a battle, but the war situation has completely fallen into a position that is extremely unfavorable to the tribe. In the face of the reunion and high morale, the chieftain can only After choosing all the way back to the Kazmodan area.

He intends to resume the confrontation between the two sides before the beginning of the war, arranging defenses between the wetlands and the Arathi Highlands to block the alliance’s pursuit, and after the alliance’s large-scale employment of Ravenholde’s agents, the chieftain All of the layouts cannot be concealed from the alliance commander,

"The news returned by the assassins who sold their lives for money is timely!"

In the Torrent Fort in Arathi Highlands, the Union's highest marshal Anduin Losa held a secret letter written in animal skin, and his brow furrowed high on the already wrinkled face.

"Ogrim really intends to guard the wetlands and Kazmodan, this is the source of most of the tribal war materials, he is not willing to give up here!"

The Marshal's eyes swept across the crowd, and he increased his tone:

"Even after a big defeat, the orcs have not given up the idea of ​​coveting the Northern Frontier! We cannot allow the Horde to occupy it again! We must go all out and smash all the arrogant fantasies of Orgrim! Get them out of Kazmodan!"

The Marshal's fist was clenched, representing his unchangeable will, but the commanders in front of him were stunned. General Darnas Torbain of Torrent Fort coughed and he stood up, his left arm There was still a bandage on the bandage, and there was still blood on the bandage. The brave soldier and commander would always charge the knights personally, and injuries were commonplace for him.

"Marshal Lothar, we can understand the importance of chasing the tribe at this time, but the soldiers are already very tired. If they forcibly attack, it will inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary casualties. Is it necessary to rest for a few days..."

Torbain's words resonated with many commanders. Even King Dailin, who hated the most orcs, nodded, and his will was often not a meal, and the soldiers did not get enough rest. The ferocious orcs must have suffered heavy casualties.

But Lothar sighed. He passed the secret letter in his hand to the commanders. He sat on the chair and whispered:

"I also want to give the soldiers enough time to take a break. During these four months, they hardly get even a day of rest, but we must act as soon as possible. The Ravenholds’ agents have obtained clear evidence, The cunning Orgrim is collecting large amounts of explosives in the Kazmodan area, and he is going to blow up the Saldo Bridge...you all know what that means."

The news written on the hide made everyone frown.

The Saldo Bridge is a stone bridge built hundreds of years ago by the dwarves of Iron Furnace and humans in northern Xinjiang. At the beginning of the design, taking into account the factors of war, this bridge is divided into two layers, the scale Magnificent, it can be called a spectacle of the northern Xinjiang mainland. It can accommodate 100 soldiers side by side at the same time, and it is the only land passage connecting the wetland and the Arathi Highlands.

Once the Saldo Bridge was blown up, human soldiers could only be trapped in Arathi, which meant that they would give the orcs the southern arch of the mainland, which is unacceptable anyway!

"boom"

Torbain's fist hit the table. He took a deep breath and said aloud:

"I'm going to mobilize the soldiers of Fort Rapids now, we will take the lead in this battle!"

"No, what you said makes sense, the soldiers are indeed too tired."

Marshal Lothar shook his head. His eyes finally fell on Uther and Turalyon, not far away. He pondered for a moment, and Shen Sheng said:

"Paladin, can you still fight?"

Uther and Turalyon glanced at each other. He patted his chest and said aloud:

"Thanks to Holy Light's assistance, the damage of the Knights of the Silver Hand is slight. If we add the newly recruited baptists, we can make up 1,000 people!"

"1000 knights...enough!"

Lothar closed her eyes for a moment, then opened her eyes and gave the final order:

"So in this battle, let the Knights of the Silver Hand be the vanguard, and may the Holy Light protect us from victory."

His gaze turned to the admiral before him, and he asked:

"Your Majesty Dai Lin, how is the Navy?"

"The lost ships have been replenished. We have ample ammunition. The only problem is that the wetland inlet is not suitable for large-scale warship entry."

Admiral Kul Tiras rubbed his chin, his eyes patrolling back and forth on the map. Eventually, he nodded and looked at Lothar:

"But I don't think this is a problem. Since the orcs can find a suitable port in the wetland, I think we can too."

"Then give you 1 day to find a suitable attack position."

Lothar’s finger tapped on the map:

"I don’t need the navy to support the frontal battlefield. I need you to pretend to the rear of the wetland to attract the attention of the orcs and make them think that we intend to attack from the rear. When the frontal orcs of the orcs move, I will join the Knights of the Silver Hand Let's start the attack together!"

"The Saldo Bridge must be controlled by us! As long as we control it here!"

The sadness on Marshal Lotsa's face eased a little, and he said in a deep voice:

"As long as you control this place, the orc's defeat is only a matter of time. When the reconstruction of Stormwind is completed, there will be our front line against the orcs. With the assistance from the entire human world, the orcs...the orcs will inevitably be driven back by us. Go to their world!"

"This is the hope of mankind!"

This remark outlined Lothar's thinking about the future battle in the commanders' minds. This marshal is not an exaggerated person. All his analysis is very consistent with the status quo, and the commanders are very recognized.

Even if it is now a counterattack, the Alliance is not very sure about ending the war as soon as possible. It has been 7 years since the southern mainland fell into the hands of the orcs. In the area around the Blackstone Tower in the Burning Plains, it is their rule In the center, there are still tens of thousands of powerful orc warriors, and it is unrealistic to solve the battle in one or two years.

Unless...unless you can get rid of the core of the current tribe, Orgrim the Great Chief.

Lothar knew that the human kingdom had already dispatched enough assassins in the dark, more than once wanted to assassinate Orgrim, and the tribe’s system at this time also decided that once the wise chieftain died or was captured, each clan Contradictions within the chieftain will instantly disintegrate the tribe.

But Lothar also knew that Orgrim had the same idea. After he served as a coalition marshal, he suffered an assassination almost every few days. Obviously, the chieftain also saw the hidden factional contradictions inside the alliance. Said that the life and death of Lothar and Orgrim directly determined the victory or defeat of this war.

But now, the league has turned into a real counterattack stage, and time has already stood on the side of the league.

One evening a day later, at the port in the northwest corner of the wetland, the orcs of the Blood Ring clan lit a torch and patrolled the damaged port.

This place was originally a port for the dwarves and the best natural port for wetlands. After the fall of the wetlands, it was used as a stronghold by the blood ring orcs. During the war, it was repeatedly attacked by the Union Navy. Obviously, the Alliance intends to open the door to the rear of the tribe here.

"It's a pity that the Great Chief has failed."

A small orc warrior carrying a war bow, while patrolling the city walls, said to the scouts at his side: "I heard that it is almost impossible to break through the king capital of human beings. It's the blame of Gul'dan!"

"But our soldiers were withdrawn anyway."

The scout gave a piece of dried meat to his boss, and the two sat in the corner, eating while saying, "We can beat the first time, we can beat the second time, the cunning Union dog is not our opponent at all, you Look, sooner or later, the chieftain will take us to capture northern Xinjiang!"

"I don't want to fight anymore, maybe I can build a farm in Elwynn Forest in the future."

The orc warlord snorted. He ate jerky and couldn't help rubbing his forehead. He yawned. He said to the scouts around him:

"Speaking of it, have you recently felt that you are always very tired, just like being out of strength, obviously you haven't fought."

"Maybe the bad climate here, those disgusting swamps, I don't like it."

After the scout finished eating the dried meat, he stood up and casually glanced at the evening sea, and the next moment, the orc's eyes widened.

"Ship! Union Dog's Ship!"

A few seconds later, the harsh drums sounded through the port, and outside the port, dozens of heavily armed warships broke through the darkness. On the deck, the alliance sailors filled with anger and hatred in their eyes, could not bear it anymore. Live to kill a lot.

Dai Lin stood on the flagship deck. He put down the telescope in his hand and picked up the flagpole of the flag in person:

"Warriors of the Alliance!"

"Shoot all the shells into that port! Send the tribe's pigs to hell!"

"For the Alliance! Shoot!"

Along with Dai Lin's roar, and the red flag draped fiercely in his hand, the next moment, hundreds of burning shells flew out of the fleet's muzzle, and a sharp, frightening roar in the sky , With the flames of death, smashed into the port of the blood ring orc.

After the first round of shelling, in the horrified eyes of the orc scouts, more troop carriers appeared from the darkness, and it seemed to be covered with dense alliance dogs, which were jointly produced by the masters of Dalaran. Illusion, on the sea at night, this illusion is enough to be fake.

But the tribe did not know this, and the return of this information shocked Kilrogg.

"What are you talking about? More than 200 ships?"

He grabbed the trembling orc scout, and the look on his gritty face almost swallowed the soldier alive, and received a definite reply, and after seeing the alliance navy's situation with his own eyes, the blood eye immediately put the news back Grimbatol’s headquarters.

"What? The Alliance's navy carried nearly 10,000 soldiers from the rear to attack? Are they going to force landing?"

Orgrim received the news instinctively felt that there must be something wrong, but Kilrogg. Blood Eye was his most assured chief. He could not deceive him in such a thing. The tired chief looked at him. The map of the Saldo Bridge is important, but if the league really desperately wants to land from the rear, the defensive situation of the wetland will collapse in an instant.

Eventually, he gritted his teeth, reached for the Destruction Hammer, and gave the order.

"Let Dar and Saurfang take the Fireblade clan and the Thunder King clan to support! Let the warriors of the Dragonmaw clan give me a guard to the Saldo Bridge! I will personally support them with reinforcements!"

"Cunning Union Dogs never want to cross the Saldo Bridge!"

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