In the autumn of Year 5 of Dark Portal, this night is destined to change the fate of many people.
Not only Tyrion or Zul'jin, but many other people will be involved, just like the wings of a butterfly that have just started to flap. No one knows how big a storm it will be in the future.
And just as Zul'jin and Tyrion were playing a chase game, a surprise battle that did not exist in history slowly began in the night rain.
It has been 4 years since the orcs entered this world from the Dark Portal. Their world has died. Entering this world called Azeroth is also a struggle for survival. As the saying goes, survival is the most important thing.
Wonderful fight...
They captured the Kingdom of Stormwind in the southern part of the continent, killed King Llane of the kingdom, and forced the young prince Varian, his ministers, and the people to flee north in haste. But now, their iron hooves have broken through the dwarf kingdom Khaz Modan in the center of the continent.
, is advancing towards the country in northern Xinjiang, and a war is about to break out.
As the most trusted overseer of the Horde Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer, Varok Saurfang received a special order not long ago. He was ordered to lead an elite force through the blockade of the human kingdom and go to
In the heart of the Kingdom of Alterac, Zul'jin, the leader of the Amani troll clan, was rescued from a prison camp in the Hillsbrad Foothills.
The great chief hopes to get the assistance of the indigenous Amani trolls in northern Xinjiang, so as to obtain new sources of troops and destroy the last line of defense of the united human kingdom in one fell swoop. This is not so much an adventurous mission as it is a diplomatic one.
The mission, at least in Saurfang's view, is a diplomacy in which rescue outweighs threats.
When the orcs took advantage of the night rain to sneak attack on the high elf camp, Safarul didn't feel much threat...
"This is the hinterland of the human kingdom, we can't waste too much time here!"
The orc warlord put his battle ax in his hand. He leaned on the branch and reached out to take the roasted horse meat handed over by his subordinate. This was taken from the Quel'dorei war horse that had just died on the battlefield. Saurfang bit it.
After taking a bite of horse meat and looking around at all the noises covered by the raindrops, he said to the deputy beside him:
"After eating, you take our soldiers and go first. After those rangers escape, they will definitely contact reinforcements. You have to find a way for us!"
"Okay, I understand."
The governor's deputy nodded, devoured the horse meat in his hand, then sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the whetstone, and began to polish his red sword.
On this orc's arm, there is a triangular symbol of Forge Mountain, which represents his clan, Blackstone.
Saurfang also has the clan symbol on his arm, which is a spear shining under the light of thunder. This brave and shrewd warlord comes from the Thunder King clan.
The two people sat by a weak bonfire, waiting for the end of Zul'jin's revenge. Orcs are not emotionless war weapons. They also have their own culture and civilization. When Saurfang rested with his eyes closed, the one who polished the weapon
The orc suddenly spoke:
"Overseer, why do you think the warchief let go of Gul'dan, that scheming bastard? And let him resume his high position?"
This question caused Saurfang's eyes to open suddenly. He turned to look at the young and brave orc. He was silent for a moment and said softly:
"Red, you're resenting the Warchief, right? Because he killed your father?"
"No"
Orc Reid turned his head and continued to polish his weapons next to the flames. After a moment, he said in a deep voice:
"My father died in a duel with the war chief in the sacred Makgora. He died like a real orc chief. I have no resentment. If I have to say hatred, it can only be between Gul'dan and
His Shadow Council...I saw with my own eyes how my father was fooled by them, watched them spread darkness, and ultimately led the Horde to failure..."
"I can't wait to break his neck, now!"
This answer did not let Saurfang breathe a sigh of relief. As one of the few orc warlords who was willing to use his brain, Saurfang could detect a trace of resentment in Red's tone.
And he is also very aware of the special position of the young man in front of him in the current tribe. He is the eldest son of the previous war chief Blackhand. Although he is currently only the leader of the small clan he founded, the Black Teeth Smiling Clan, he is among the Blackstone Orcs.
He has a very high reputation, and it is basically certain that he will inherit the position of Blackstone Chief in the future.
The Blackstone Tribe is currently a very powerful part of the orc tribe. At this critical point in the decisive battle, there must be no signs of rebellion.
Therefore, Saurfang thought for a moment and replied in a low voice:
"Don't worry, Red. The warchief has said more than once that there is no place for Gul'dan and his sneaky Shadow Council in his tribe. Now letting him command the Ravager clan is nothing more than asking him to fight against humans for us.
The casters of the kingdom, work hard for us to seize the right to survive in this world, and wait until everything is over..."
Saurfang reached out and patted Red on the shoulder:
"I swear on my clan that I will personally hand over the power of executing him to you!"
"good!"
Red simply spit out a reply, which made Saurfang's eyes flash. As a confidant who was absolutely loyal to Warchief Orgrim, Saurfang did not want to see the tribe divided because of this. He felt that he should find someone
It's time to enlighten this young man Red.
And just as Red Blackhand was leaving with a group of orcs, in the dark night not far from the orc camp, a large army of more than 300 people was advancing rapidly.
The leader was surprisingly the King of Kul Tiras, Daelin Proudmoore, who had just recovered from treatment and was already wearing a battle armor and a battle helmet. Behind him were humans and elves united.
An army rose up, they came from Nanhai Town.
Kassel Brightwing, who rushed to ask for help, was among them, but his footsteps were far from that fast. In fact, 20 minutes after he climbed out of the orcs' warning circle along the river, he encountered someone who had already arrived from Nanhai Town.
The troops came to support.
Lor'themar Theron's prediction of danger was very accurate, and King Dailin was unwilling to turn a blind eye to the danger that his savior might encounter, so as the king, he integrated the troops of Nanhai Town and rushed as quickly as possible.
Go to the prisoner of war camp near Durnholde Castle.
After seeing the elf prisoner-of-war camp destroyed by the orcs, the human soldiers who originally had some complaints about the unclear target attack also cheered up and planned to destroy Dai Lin, who had penetrated the orc army in one fell swoop.
He also sent messengers to the nearby towns of Tarren Mill and Durnholde Castle, asking them to send troops immediately to besiege the orcs with him!
"Right ahead! Zul'jin and Captain Tyrion are there, as well as those damn orcs!"
Kassel was riding on a human cavalry horse, guiding the army on the way. When approaching the faint bonfire that was faintly visible in the night rain in the distance, Dailin gave the order to prepare for a raid, while Lor'themar Theron walked to Kassel.
Seer stood next to him, whispered something to him, and then disappeared into the night alone.
Lor'themar doesn't believe Tyrion is dead like this... He wants to find out for himself!
Nearly 10 minutes later, Warlord Saurfang, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes. Not only him, but the orc veterans around him also grabbed weapons in their hands. Saurfang stood up and raised his head to look.
Looking at the dark night in the distance, at an extremely dangerous distance, the earth shook, and torches were flying in the air.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Saurfang's deep voice echoed through the night sky. He raised the double-edged ax in his hand and shouted loudly:
"Spread out! Spread out! Avoid the charge of those human knights!"
The human knights who had already raised their speed were galloping wildly on the flat ground of Hillsbrad Hills. The unhurried night rain had not yet made the ground soft and muddy. It seemed that this time the goddess of luck was still standing by the human race.
This way.
Under the leadership of King Dai Lin, who took the lead, they quickly entered the final sprint stage. The iron lance was placed in front, and the armored war horses galloped. A torrent of steel suddenly took shape. Under its raging,
The earth was trembling in the night.
"The greenskins slaughtered our people in the south and destroyed a noble kingdom!"
"Now, they dare to extend their disgusting claws into our territory!!"
"Warriors! Charge! Send these bastards to hell!!"
Dailin's war cry rang out in the dark night, and the knights' cheers in unison made the orcs and trolls fall into panic. After witnessing the tragedy of their compatriots being slaughtered, the high elf rangers were filled with anger.
, before the knights' charge arrived, the elves' revenge arrows had already weaved into a large web exuding the aura of death in the darkness.
It represents the first wave of the night surprise attack.
Orcs are generally over 2 meters tall, with muscles all over their bodies and great strength. One orc infantry can fight 3-5 human infantry head-on. On the frontal battlefield, the same number of human infantry can only be slaughtered, but the orcs in Ai
Xerath did not encounter resistance. The human heavy armored cavalry charged, but they were still unable to resist with their flesh and blood.
In fact, before the Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed, the fearless charge of the cavalry and the suicidal magic attack of the mages bought precious time for the people to evacuate.
Under Saurfang's scolding, the veterans of this orc force had already withdrawn away from the direction of the cavalry charge. Unfortunately, the Amani trolls who stayed with them had been dealing with high elves all year round.
The human cavalry had too little knowledge. These trolls fled in a chaotic manner, which not only failed to buy the orcs time, but also made the orcs' evacuation more difficult.
"Crush them! Kill every greenskin!"
Dai Lin brandished the heavy sword with both hands, and was the first to rush into the battlefield, escorted by four Kul Tiran knights. The three trolls waved their weapons and tried to resist the armored warhorse, which had reached its speed limit, but the next moment
, their bodies flew out like broken rag dolls. Dai Lin's horse did not stay for even a second, and rushed into the orc troops behind.
The human king swung his heavy sword, and with the impact, he easily chopped off the heads of the two orcs. With blood splattering everywhere, Dai Lin let out the most joyful roar.
"That's it! Charge! Charge! Charge again!"
"Warriors of humanity! Kill these bastards!"
"call"
The moment Dai Lin took the lead and penetrated the orc army in the darkness, the flying ax in the darkness whizzed towards Dai Lin's body, but Dai Lin dodged.
"Ahhh! Human!"
A roar came from his side, along with the sound of sharp blades breaking through the wind.
The foreknowledge of the danger made Dai Lin jump off the war horse without thinking, and rolled twice on the ground. Then she saw the war horse whose neck was cut off by a battle ax fell weakly to the ground, and
Opposite him in the dark night, next to the corpse of the war horse, an orc wearing armor and carrying a battle ax was roaring towards him.
"I know you! Dai Lin! Today, you will become the second human king to die at the hands of the tribe!!!"
Faced with this provocation, Dai Lin reached out and threw aside the cloak behind his back, grabbed the heavy sword with both hands, and rushed forward without fear. He was more like a fighter than a king:
"My head is right here, come and get it! Green-skinned bastard!"