"The undead can't attack here, Your Majesty, don't worry too much."
The loyal attendant brought a cup of steaming tea to his majesty, while Emperor Lothar, who was immersed in the strategic map, just hummed in a low voice. All his energy was absorbed by this war that had been in full swing from the beginning.
Attracted.
He is constantly paying attention to the military movements on the front line, and will issue some instructions from time to time. Outside the combat command room, a huge logistics system is busy operating, filled with military supplies shipped from various countries in northern Xinjiang.
Warehouses, especially the extremely consuming gunpowder shells, were made from the dwarf gathering places in the Hinterlands and sent to the front lines as quickly as possible.
The undead were also blocked at the forefront of the Arathi Highlands by loyal soldiers and strong fortresses. Obviously everything was going on in an orderly manner, but Lothar was still a little worried.
He knew very well what impact it would have on the entire northern Xinjiang once the strategically important Arathi Highlands were lost. This pressure forced the emperor to not stop thinking. The map in front of him was also filled with all kinds of pictures.
Such mark.
"When was the last contact between Marshal Gatheris and the headquarters?"
The emperor suddenly asked. In front of him, the secretary immediately opened the thick record book. After a while, he replied:
"One hour and 30 minutes ago, he reported that the undead had entered the battlefield in the Wildhammer Highlands. Maybe now, he is still fighting those undead."
"But it's also possible that it has been defeated."
The emperor shook his head:
"I really want to have confidence in Marshal Gatheris. He is a trustworthy general. However, the defensive strength of the Wildhammer Highlands is not very sufficient. Although the red dragons promised us to help defend the highlands, it is difficult to say whether they will.
Fight to the death, the sky leading to the Wildhammer Highlands is now blocked by the Death Crow people, and the scouts cannot pass..."
"Move the Second Legion of Stromgarde to the defense line in the northeastern part of Arathi!"
Lothar thought for a few minutes and finally made up his mind. There should be no surprises at the rear of the battlefield, but his order was undoubtedly risky. The Second Army was originally supposed to support the southern defense line, but was now transferred to the northeastern defense line.
This means that the southern defense line, which has suffered heavy losses at present, will not be replenished in a short time.
But no one questions Lothar's judgment. For a long time in the past, before Lothar became emperor, he was the greatest commander of the entire human civilization in this era, and his strategic vision was undoubtedly top-notch.
.
After drinking a cup of hot tea, Lothar's slightly tired spirit became more relaxed. He strolled out of the command room. From the observation port high in the fortress, he watched the undead continue to attack the front wall of the city in the falling night.
After endless attacks, the soldiers who took turns to defend were taking a rest amid the roar of artillery fire. The wounded were sent to Stromgarde, and the arakkoa in the sky dropped one or two bombs from time to time.
The entire meager night was illuminated by the fires that continued to erupt from the front line. This cruel scene was like a stage in the night, where the two sides argued endlessly and smeared the grotesque performances with blood.
Lothar raised his head and looked at the stars slowly emerging in the sky. He said softly:
"I have a hunch that the victory or defeat will be tonight."
"Knight Robert, take my words privately to every general and commander on the line. We are going to get through this night and have all our soldiers ready. Once my order is given, I demand that everyone obey it.
..Whether it’s advancing or...retreating!”
"But Your Majesty!"
Robert, the high knight of the Alterac Kingdom who was guarding Lothar every step of the way, gritted his teeth and said:
"We paid a heavy price to drag the undead here. Once we retreat, wouldn't the blood of those warriors be in vain?"
"You have to understand, Robert Knight, this is a war."
Lothar looked at the battlefield on the front line and whispered:
"Just like the orc war, a partial victory or defeat can't change anything. We were once suppressed by the orcs, and they attacked all the way to the city of Lordaeron. At that time, we were only one step away from defeat, but we still survived
Come on... Do you understand? What we are fighting for is not just one place or one city, but the survival of the entire human civilization."
"The decisive point of this war from the beginning was not Thoradin's Bridge or the southern fortress. Tyrion and I both knew that the real decisive point was the final Stromgarde... If we fail, the undead will march straight into the heart of the empire.
, if we win, the undead will completely lose control of the Arathi Highlands and Wetlands, and even the Khaz Modan region will return to our hands."
"Be patient, knight. The cruelest battle is yet to come. Everything we do now must serve the final battle. Before that, retreating and retaining more precious strength is better than dying here.
More valuable.”
"The undead are defeating us, but we are also getting to know them better. The lessons learned from those failures will eventually be transformed into our strength, and finally help us achieve the most critical victory and completely turn the tide of the war... Just like us
As we have done before, this is a long war, Robert Knight, you and I may die in this war, but believe me... As long as human civilization still exists, we will always win one day."
"By the way, it has been three days since I sent the letter. Has King Dailin received any reply?"
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"There shouldn't be two human legions here!"
In the dark night sky, Luminas, who was sitting behind the bone dragon, looked at the human camp below with some madness. She screamed:
"We only spent 5 hours traveling through the mountains, which is not enough time for humans to complete such a large-scale mobilization!"
"Except when we were fighting Gatheris, Lothar, who didn't know the outcome of the battle, decisively issued the order to mobilize."
Danaus Trollbane, who was also standing behind the Bone Dragon, had a cautious expression on his face. He assessed the human defense line below and said softly:
"It only takes 3 hours to get here from Stromgarde... There is no doubt that Lothar predicted Gatheris' defeat, and he made preparations in advance... Tsk tsk, it's still the same as before
Difficult."
"What now?"
Ruminas moved her fingers and asked:
"Are we still going to launch a surprise attack? If the two legions rely on defense lines to fight, it will be difficult for us to defeat them within the scheduled time. Such a surprise attack will lose its suddenness. The extra time will be enough for the humans in the southern fortress
The soldiers have completed their evacuation."
"If the battle was stopped every time because the raid failed, there would be no need to fight."
Danas took a deep breath like a living person and said in a deep voice:
"Of course we have to continue fighting and send news to Tyrion. I believe that as a qualified commander, he can understand this unexpected mistake. I can only say that Lothar is smarter than we thought."
"Attack the human defense line from two directions at the same time. Under pressure, Lothar's next move is likely to evacuate soldiers from both lines at the same time to the front line of Stromgarde. As far as I know, around Stromgarde, he also
Setting up a layer of fortress... is really troublesome. My former His Majesty knew very well that the key point in Arathi Highlands lies in the victory or defeat of Stromgarde. It seems that he is ready to fight us there."
Danas' analysis made Luminas's eyes shine with a glimmer of light. She clenched her fist and waved it in the air:
"In other words, we will win without any effort!"
These inexplicably optimistic words made Danas glare at her. After a moment, looking at the happy young lady, the undead general shook his head helplessly:
"How on earth did Tyrion rely on you to occupy the entire southern part of the continent? The Death Lord, who scares mankind, has such a strategic mind... I have already said that all victories are meaningless before we capture Stromgarde.
! Lothar did not lose decisive power at all, and we only occupied some meaningless land... What is the use of this kind of victory? "
"But winning is always more satisfying than losing."
Ruminas crossed her arms and looked at Danas:
"What? You have already taken away my legion, now you want to take away my simple happiness too?"
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"Humanity retreated."
The artillery on the fortress in the southern part of the highland roared even more crazily. The human artillerymen were almost using a way to vent their anger, pouring all the ammunition in their hands on the heads of the undead. Under the cover of the artillery fire, the troops in the defense line were
Evacuate the defense line in an orderly manner and move towards Stromgarde behind.
All this could not be hidden from the Screamers patrolling in the sky. Under the leadership of Queen Lexi, the Screamers launched a brutal pursuit of the evacuating troops. From time to time, shells dropped from the sky and hit the fast-moving humans.
Over the heads of the army, every explosion will take away the lives of many soldiers.
But under the night battlefield with heavy artillery fire, the steam tanks equipped with the latest continuous-fire guns also responded with sharp counterattacks against the arakkoa in the sky. When holding bombs, the flying speed of the arakkoa will be interfered with
, it is difficult to escape the hail of bullets set off by continuous firing muskets, and without bombs, the arakkoa can only fall from the sky in a surprise attack.
The killing efficiency is very slow, and it is easy to be counter-killed when encountering sharpshooters or paladins hiding in the crowd.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and the road to evacuate from the southern front to Stromgarde was less than 20 minutes, which resulted in very little damage to humans during the evacuation.
"The mages are opening the portal!"
The Archlich waved his hands, wanting to use a sharp space anchor to re-fix the torn space, at least to trap the soldiers in the fortress who voluntarily left behind. However, his outstretched hand was blocked by Tyrion's
The hand holds the wrist, preventing the release of the spatial anchor.
"Um?"
Khadgar turned around and looked at Tyrion with a strange expression:
"Don't you like warriors? Don't you want these warriors who face life and death?"
"I want to, but not now."
The Dark Blade King's eyes were profound. He looked at the night sky in the northern sky and said softly:
"Let them go, the Dark Blade's war in Arathi Highlands is over..."
"What?"
This sentence made Khadgar, who had always been calm, couldn't help asking a rhetorical question, his silver eyes dancing with a puzzled light:
"You are not a slow-moving person!"
"In the past, every plan of yours was bound to yield results. I used to think that you were a person who was eager to pursue victory. So, if you hadn't suddenly changed your personality, it meant that something more important had happened.
Important enough that you can give up on the victory you are about to win."
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes and the Archlich's silver eyes looked at each other. A few seconds later, in the cold night wind of Arathi Highlands, he nodded, and for the first time he responded directly to this secret to him.
peep.
"I know that you have always been curious about why I turned a blind eye to the escaping Draenei."
"I know that you have been secretly investigating the old events in the world of Draenor, including the last whereabouts of Ner'zhul, the previous warchief of the tribe."
"You know I hide some secrets, some secrets that will change the course of the history of this world. You want to know it...and I will tell you, not just you, but everyone who is qualified to know it, I will tell it without reservation.
Tell you."
"And now, what I can tell you is... the small fight is over, the enemy I really want to fight against by forming the Dark Blade Knights is about to appear, and my first step to truly change the history and destiny of this world is about to come.
And all of this requires your participation.”
Tyrion reached out and brushed his gray hair. He closed his eyes and said:
"Fighting humans will make you uncomfortable and make you feel like a destroyer. That's good. Then let's change the target, another one that is more challenging."
"Devils, they are coming. The expedition across the worlds is about to come to an end, and we will bury the destroyers who come across the world in this land!"
