More than 300 orc troop transport ships landed on the coast of Hillsbrad Hills. The orc warriors, who had long been unable to bear the sea, rushed out of the ship crazily, and then, under the leadership of their respective chiefs, arrived in Orgrim.
Under the order, they quickly began to build an outpost.
It was a crazy scene for nearly 30,000 green-skinned orcs to work together. Soon, the felled trees were sent to the designated location.
"Dar, you personally take the young man from the Fire Blade to scout the surroundings! See where those humans are hiding!"
"Send a message to Kilrogg that the landing has been successful, and ask him to hold back the human legion in Arathi Highlands at all costs!"
"Contact Saurfang and ask him to prepare for a feint attack on Quel'Thalas! Once we start to break through, I demand that he must also start to break through!"
"Talon Gorefiend, assemble your death knights and prepare to enter the battlefield!"
The warchief's orders were issued one after another, and the entire tribal vanguard army that landed was like a sophisticated war machine, starting to operate crazily. The orcs may not be good at production, but when it comes to plundering and war, these guys are definitely good at it.
He has a talent for self-taught warfare.
The warchief's eyes were fixed on the animal skin map in front of him. Although he failed to annihilate the human navy with the dragon, the successful landing meant that the blitzkrieg plan had begun and the war had officially entered its second phase.
Orgrim will lead the vanguard to open the road to the south of Lordaeron in the shortest possible time, piercing the heart of the human kingdom like a sharp knife, and using a glorious battle to completely crush the human will to resist.
In this case, the vanguard army he led must ensure sufficient combat effectiveness.
Only after all the orcs from the wetland must be transported can the war really begin!
On the other hand, just when the orcs started to take action, the humans did not take the risk of gathering an army on the beach to attack the orcs. This was not cost-effective and impossible to achieve.
The quality of human soldiers is far different from that of orcs. To stop 30,000 orcs, humans need at least 50,000 infantry. In the age of cold weapons, the coast of Hillsbrad Hills simply cannot accommodate so many infantry in formation.
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The battlefield selection for large-scale battles in this world is very knowledgeable. The imagined scene of human soldiers blocking the coast and driving the orcs into the sea is simply impossible...
More importantly, humans stationed heavy troops in the Arathi Highlands adjacent to the hills. After the orcs made a risky beach landing, the human commanders, as long as they were not crazy, would inevitably mobilize troops from Arathi to block the orcs' retreat.
Achieve the most perfect front and rear flanking attack.
In the coalition camp in the northern part of the hills, Anduin Lothar, who serves as the marshal of the human coalition forces, quickly slides his fingers on the map. Like Warchief Orgrim in the same sky and on the same land, he is also
Constantly issuing command orders.
"Order General Trollbane to lead the army from Stromgarde to Hillsbrad Foothills!"
"Order Major General Blackmoore to lead the army to break through the orc blockade and meet the Legion of Stormfort! The two parties must work together to ensure the smooth flow of transportation roads along the Arathi Highlands-Taren Mill-Alterac Mountains line!"
Marshal Lothar, who is now nearly 50 years old, has a tall body and is a standard human warrior. The short hair on the top of his head has turned completely white, but he is still energetic. He wears strong armor and has eyes like a lion, calm and intimidating.
He grew up in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and was a life-and-death brother to the sacrificed King Lion. He had an intolerable hatred and anger in his heart towards the orcs who killed Ryan and destroyed Stormwind City, but this did not affect his outstanding character.
War thinking.
Marshal Lothar tapped his finger on the map and said to the commanders around him:
"Here! In the hinterland of Hillsbrad Hills, this will be the place for the decisive battle!"
"But Marshal, why did Orgrim crash into our encirclement?"
Standing next to Marshal Lothar was his adjutant Turalyon, one of the five new knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand. He looked at the Marshal in confusion and asked in a low voice:
"Why didn't he launch an attack immediately and wait for our encirclement to become more and more complete?"
This was a question that other low-level commanders also wanted to ask. Looking at their gazes, Marshal Lothar smiled and pointed at the location of the city of Lordaeron, which was not far from the hills.
"Because that arrogant chief wants to completely defeat all our resistance in one battle!"
The marshal's eyes became sharp, and he said in a deep voice:
"Orgrim knows very well that falling into a frontal battlefield that cannot be broken through means that his army of 100,000 will have to fight against the combined power of the entire human race. Even if he wins, it will be a miserable victory... That cunning orc will not
In doing so, his goal from the beginning was very clear, to attract our attention in the Arathi Highlands and personally lead the army into the hills."
"That is an arrogant guy, but he has the ability to be arrogant. Once we fail on the frontal battlefield, the defense of Northern Xinjiang will be completely collapsed."
There is no need for Marshal Lothar to explain what happens next. Turayan, the first brother on the battlefield, rubbed his forehead and said the terrifying result:
"If the frontal battlefield fails, the Kingdom of Lordaeron will face the peak of soldiers. The Kingdom of Gilneas and the Kingdom of Dalaran, which border Lordaeron, will have no danger to defend...The orcs can take an absolute advantage and use the wealth of the richest areas in northern Xinjiang.
Arm yourself with resources, and then turn your back on the Kingdom of Stromgarde in the Arathi Highlands."
Marshal Lothar's fingers were pressed on the hilt of his sword. Turalyon's analysis was very accurate, and there was no need for him to say anything more. Now his only worry was the hastily mobilized human army.
Can he block the frontal assault of 100,000 orcs? After a moment, he said in a deep voice:
"Turalyon, sent a messenger and suggested to King Perenolde to mobilize all the armies of the Kingdom of Alterac and block all cliff passages! As long as the Alterac Mountains, which are full of natural dangers, do not fall, the orcs will
We will be locked in the hills of Hillsbrad, and we will never fail!"
Turayan was stunned for a moment. This suggestion was completely Marshal Lothar's remedy for possible failure. The old Marshal himself seemed to have no confidence in victory.
But Turalyon didn't say much. He saluted the marshal, turned around and walked out of the headquarters.
Regarding the war situation, all mobilizations take time.
Both sides started crazy adventures... To be honest, now the balance of the war has been balanced. One hundred thousand orc warriors and two hundred thousand human soldiers. This is already the craziest military power this continent can produce. Next
, all conspiracies have lost their effect, it’s time for both sides to speak with the cruelest swords!
In the midst of intense preparations, the secret weapons of both sides have quietly arrived on the battlefield... They are always ready to attack and give the other side a real "surprise", but this kind of waiting time is actually the most important thing.
boring.
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In a corner of the orc camp, in the quiet night, the death knight Tyrion was chatting with his nominal leader Talon Bloodfiend. The relationship between the two people was very strange.
We are in the same group, but we don't trust each other.
We will fight together, but we are not comrades.
We occasionally exchange knowledge with each other, but we are not friends.
When facing Gul'dan, they will truly unite, but they will never be brothers...
"Buzz"
As the light of the shadow danced in his hand, an obscure evil rune flashed on Talon Blood Demon's finger. The moment the rune appeared, the death energy in Talon Blood Demon's body became extremely powerful.
Corrosive, the wooden table in front of him was corroded by the power of this rune and collapsed silently.
"really not bad!"
The Blood Demon stared at the evil runes in his fingers, and his dark red eyes flashed with satisfaction:
"These useless runes have been passed down in the Shadowmoon clan for hundreds of years, but no one except those weak psychics will pay attention to them... Tyrion, you are really a genius..."
Facing the leader's praise, Tyrion's expression did not change at all, and there was only a cold sheen on the elf's characteristic feminine cheeks.
"Death runes naturally have to be used in conjunction with death energy. I'm not a genius... I just make the best use of everything. For a warlock, if you want to achieve this corrosive effect, you can use simpler methods.
..runes are a bit useless to you.”
"Indeed!"
Talon Blood Demon nodded, and the evil runes in his hands suddenly shattered:
"But this thing is very friendly to new knights, especially those warriors who have not been exposed to magic. At least they don't need to risk being beheaded by Orgrim to learn warlock spells, and they may not be able to learn them.
, just like that stupid follower of yours, even after being resurrected, his brain is full of muscles!"
Tyrion nodded, he stretched out his slender fingers, cold white runes, boiling red runes and corrosive green runes intertwined in his palm, and he whispered:
"Before the last psychic was killed by Gul'dan, he gave me this knowledge... What do you think he got in exchange for this knowledge?"
This question caused a twisted smile to appear on Talon Gorefiend's gloomy face:
"I guess he asked you to help him kill Gul'dan?"
Tyrion nodded and stopped talking. Of course he made up this story, but the hatred of the psychics who have completely cut off the inheritance towards Gul'dan, the ancestor of the warlock, is not fake, so this story will definitely win the tower.
Long.The Blood Demon's trust.
As for these runes that he spread among the death knight group, they are indeed innate to him... they come from his mind, to be precise, from his memory of the death knights in the game, and the person who was killed by him
Knowledge of killed orc psychics.
"It seems that our Mr. Gul'dan has indeed made countless enemies... But I am curious, will you really kill him?"
Gorefiend asked in a low voice, Tyrion shrugged:
"I can't even get close to Gul'dan quietly... The gap between me and him is too big. If it were you, maybe it would be possible."
"Don't worry, my friend Tyrion."
Gorefiend stood up, flexed his fingers, and said softly: "Gul'dan will not live long, Orgrim will not allow him to live freely... By the way, are these the many runes you have learned?
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This question made Tyrion feel a hint of crisis. He thought for a moment and said softly:
"Blood Demon, you also know that these runes were originally unique to your world of Draenor. They are secret spell runes passed down by the Shadowmoon clan who are good at divination and necromancy magic. No one knows how many there are. How many runes are there?
What kind of special uses, that psychic taught me so much, if I have any new breakthroughs, I will tell you."
This world is not a game world, it is real. Although Tyrion has played the death knight profession in the game and is very proficient in it, it does not mean that he can memorize all the mature death rune systems in the game.
And what he is using now is not those mature rune systems.
Instead, he used the Shadowmoon clan's psychic runes to "simulate" the death runes.
The Shadowmoon Clan was once one of the great clans of the orcs in Draenor. This clan was famous for its rune magic that could summon the dead and divination in Draenor.
Tyrion discovered in an accident that through different combinations of these hundreds of runes, coupled with the corrosive and cold death energy, after operation, they can actually achieve the special effects of the death knight's rune weapons in the game.
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For example, the most basic cold weapon enchantments, such as blood-sucking runes, such as dark armor runes, through different combinations, Tyrion has also differentiated into many rune compositions with different functions.
It was with this skill that he truly entered the inner circle of the 20 death knights of the first generation, and was looked upon differently by Talon Gorefiend. The Gorefiend needed this knowledge to supplement the combat effectiveness of the death knights. In exchange, Tyrion needed that knowledge.
A soul stone that can control him.
And although he hates this group that is full of corruption and conspiracy, Tyrion does not refuse promotion in this system. After all, there are already 200 death knights obeying Orgrim's orders. If he does not embody
If he shows his own worth, it is hard to say which day he will be sent by Talon Blood Demon to be used as cannon fodder.
In this situation of mutual use, it is certainly impossible for him to teach everything to the cunning and crazy former warlock in front of him. In the death knight group currently dominated by Talon Gorefiend, useless guys will only die.
One piece.
Hearing Tyrion's words, a glimmer of dissatisfaction flashed in the blood demon's eyes. He was sure that the guy in front of him was not telling the truth, but a deal was a deal. He tossed it casually, and the black soul stone fell into Tyrion's hands.
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The Elf Death Knight's face really calmed down at this moment, and the Blood Demon watched him crush the soul stone. His conversation suddenly changed and he talked about another thing:
"I'm actually very curious, Tyrion. Look, I have returned your soul stone to you. Logically speaking, you are free and no one can control you anymore. So do you still want to stay in this place where there are only orcs?"
Where is it in the tribe?”
The Gorefiend's question made Tyrion laugh. He shook his head, looked at the Gorefiend, and asked softly:
"If I don't stay here, where else can I go?"
"To be honest, I don't like orcs, I hate them very much, and I can't resist the urge to kill them. But in this world, only the Death Knights dominated by you have a place for me.
..Do you think humans will accept a monster that comes back from the dead? Do you think my relatives, when they see me like this now... will they still love me and trust me as they did before?"
The Gorefiend shook his head, and a calm smile appeared on Tyrion's lips. He reached out to hold his heavy sword and began to redraw the runes on the sword:
"Do not doubt my loyalty to the tribe, my friend. My loyalty to the Warchief is almost as much as yours!"
This answer made the Blood Demon laugh dumbly. He snorted and turned around to leave.
"If that's the case, Tyrion, for the sake of us getting along well, please find a way out for yourself as soon as possible! You poor thing... a dead man who doesn't want to be driven crazy by nothingness, just find something to be obsessed with.
Things to do.”
"Obsession?"
Tyrion was stunned for a moment. After the figure of the Blood Demon disappeared into the darkness, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
