For the people of the eastern continent of Azeroth, the last few months of the 7th year of the Dark Portal were still spent in war.
The invasion of the orcs has lasted for seven full years. The order of human society has been disrupted as a result, and tens of millions of people have been displaced. When Orgrim rushed into the Tirisfal region and attacked the Royal City of Lordaeron, even humans
The last piece of pure land in the world was completely submerged by the rolling tide of orcs.
In those few days, the shadow of failure hung over the human world like a real thing. Once Lordaeron was breached, all the resistance and efforts of the Human Alliance would be in vain.
However, luck still favored humans. Because of Gul'dan's betrayal, the tribe's easy victory was ultimately in vain. Orgrim did not gamble with the fate of the tribe. He chose to retreat before human reinforcements arrived on the battlefield.
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Because of this, although the tribe suffered heavy losses, it still retained the strength to fight. However, the war situation has completely fallen into a situation that is extremely unfavorable to the tribe. In front of the alliance legions who have reunited and have high morale, the war chief can only
They chose to retreat all the way to the Khaz Modan area.
He planned to resume the confrontation between the two sides before the start of the war and set up defenses between the wetlands and the Arathi Highlands to block the alliance's pursuers. After the alliance hired Ravenholdt's spies on a large scale, the warchief
All arrangements made by the alliance cannot be hidden from the commanders of the alliance.
"The information sent back by those assassins who work for money is very timely!"
In Stromgarde in the Arathi Highlands, Alliance Supreme Marshal Anduin Lothar held a secret letter written in animal skin in his hand. His brows were furrowed on his already wrinkled face.
"Orgrim really plans to defend the wetlands and Khaz Modan. This is the source of most of the tribe's war supplies. He is unwilling to give up here!"
The marshal's eyes swept over the people in front of him, and he emphasized his tone:
"Even after a huge defeat, the orcs still haven't given up the idea of coveting the northern border! We can't allow the Horde to occupy it again! We must work together to crush all Orgrim's arrogant illusions! Drive them out of Khaz Modan!"
The marshal's fists were clenched, symbolizing his unchangeable will, but the commanders in front of him looked embarrassed. The general of Stromgarde, Danath Trollbane, coughed lightly. He stood up and raised his left arm.
There is still a bandage on the bandage, and there are blood stains on the bandage. This brave warrior and commander will always lead the knights to charge personally. Injuries are a common occurrence for him.
"Marshal Lothar, we understand the importance of pursuing the tribe at this time, but the soldiers are already very tired. If we attack forcefully, it will inevitably cause many unnecessary casualties. Do we need to rest for a few days..."
Trollbane's words resonated with many commanders. Even King Dailin, who hated the orcs the most, nodded. Will often cannot be eaten, and the soldiers cannot get enough rest.
The fierce orcs will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.
Lothar sighed and handed 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 rest. They have barely gotten even a day's rest in these four months, but we must act as soon as possible. Ravenholdt's spies have obtained clear evidence.
The cunning Orgrim is collecting a large amount of explosives in Khaz Modan, and he wants to completely blow up the Soldor Bridge... You all know what that means."
The message written on the animal skin made everyone frown.
The Sardo Bridge is a stone bridge built hundreds of years ago by the dwarves of Ironforge and the humans of Northern Xinjiang. At the beginning of the design, the factors of war were taken into consideration. The bridge is divided into two levels, the upper and lower levels.
It is so grand that it can be called a wonder of the northern Xinjiang continent. It can accommodate 100 soldiers passing side by side at the same time. It is also the only land passage connecting the wetlands and the Arathi Highlands.
Once the Saldo Bridge is blown up, the human soldiers will be trapped in Arathi, which means that they will hand over the southern part of the continent to the orcs, which is unacceptable under any circumstances!
"Bang"
Trollbane smashed his fist on the table, took a deep breath, and said loudly:
"I will mobilize the soldiers of Stromgarde 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, and his eyes finally fell on Uther and Turalyon not far away. He pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"Paladins, can you still fight?"
Uther and Turalyon looked at each other, he patted his chest and said loudly:
"Thanks to the assistance of the Holy Light, the damage to the Knights of the Silver Hand is minor. If we add the recruits who have just been baptized, we can make up 1,000 people!"
"1,000 knights...enough!"
Lothar closed his eyes and considered for a moment, then opened his eyes and gave the final order:
"Then let the Knights of the Silver Hand be the vanguard in this battle. May the Holy Light protect us from victory."
He looked at the admiral in front of him again and asked:
"Your Majesty Dai Lin, how is the situation in the navy?"
"The lost ships have been replenished and we have sufficient ammunition. The only problem is that the entrance to the wetland is not suitable for large-scale entry of warships."
The admiral of Kul Tiras rubbed his chin, and his eyes roamed back and forth on the map. Finally, 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 wetlands, I think we can too."
"Then I'll give you one day to find a suitable attack position."
Lothar’s finger clicked on the map:
"I don't need the navy to support the frontal battlefield. I need you to make a feint attack behind the wetland to attract the attention of the orcs and make them think that we intend to raid from the rear. When the orcs' frontal legions are transferred, I will fight with the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Let’s launch a general attack together!”
"The Sardo Bridge must be controlled by us! As long as we control this place!"
The sadness on Marshal Lothar's face lightened a little, and he said in a deep voice:
"As long as we control this place, the defeat of the orcs will only be a matter of time. When Stormwind City is rebuilt, it will become our frontline against the orcs. With assistance from the entire human world, the orcs...the orcs will inevitably be driven back by us.
Go into their world!”
"This is the hope of mankind!"
These words outlined Lothar's thoughts on the future war situation in the minds of the commanders. The marshal was not a person who boasted, and all his analyzes were very consistent with the current situation, and were highly recognized by the commanders.
Even if they now turn to counterattack, the Alliance is not very sure about ending the war as soon as possible. The southern part of the continent has been in the hands of the orcs for 7 years. The area around the Blackstone Tower in the Burning Plains is under their rule.
In the center, there are still tens of thousands of capable orc warriors entrenched there. It is unrealistic to resolve the battle in 1 or 2 years.
Unless...unless we can kill the current backbone of the tribe, that is, Warchief Orgrim.
Lothar knew that the human kingdom had secretly sent enough assassins to assassinate Orgrim more than once, and the tribe's system at this time also determined that once the wise chief died or was captured, all clans would
Conflicts within the chiefs will cause the tribe to fall apart in an instant.
But Lothar also knew that Orgrim had the same idea. After he became the marshal of the coalition, he encountered an assassination almost every few days. Obviously, the warchief also saw the hidden factional conflicts within the alliance and could
It is said that the life and death of Lothar himself and Orgrim directly determine the outcome of this war.
But now, the alliance has entered the real counterattack stage, and time is on the side of the alliance.
One evening later, at the port in the northwest corner of the wetland, the orcs of the Bleeding Ring clan set up torches and patrolled the damaged port.
This was originally a port for the dwarves and the best natural harbor in the wetland. After the fall of the wetland, it was used as a stronghold by the Bleeding Ring Orcs. During the course of the war, it was repeatedly attacked by the Alliance Navy.
, obviously, the alliance plans to open the door to attack the tribe's rear here.
"It's a pity that the great chief failed."
A small orc warlord carried a war bow and patrolled the city wall while saying to the scouts beside him: "I heard that we were only a little bit close to breaking through the human capital. It's all because of that bastard Gul'dan!"
"But our soldiers finally withdrew."
The scout gave a piece of dried meat to his boss, and the two of them sat cross-legged in the corner, eating and saying: "If you can beat us the first time, we can beat you the second time. The cunning alliance dog is no match for us. You
Just watch, sooner or later, the great chief will lead us to conquer Northern Xinjiang!"
"I don't want to fight anymore. Maybe I can build a farm in Elwynn Forest in the future."
The little orc warlord snorted. As he ate the dried meat, he couldn't help but rub his forehead and yawned. He said to the scout beside him:
"Speaking of which, have you ever felt tired lately? It's like you've lost all your strength. You've obviously never fought."
"Maybe it's the bad climate here, those disgusting swamps, I don't like it here."
After the scout finished eating the dried meat, he stood up and glanced casually at the evening sea. The next moment, the orc's eyes widened.
"Ship! Alliance dog's ship!"
A few seconds later, the harsh sound of war drums resounded through the port, and outside the port, dozens of fully armed warships broke through the darkness. On the deck, the Alliance sailors, whose eyes were filled with anger and hatred, could no longer bear it.
It's going to be a big killing spree.
Dai Lin stood on the deck of the flagship. He put down the telescope in his hand and personally picked up the flagpole of the semaphore:
"Warriors of the Alliance!"
"Shoot all the cannonballs into that harbor! Send the tribe's pigs to hell!"
"For the Alliance! Fire!"
Accompanied by Dai Lin's roar and the red flag he slashed in his hand, hundreds of burning cannonballs flew out of the fleet's muzzles in the next moment, making a sharp and frightening whistling sound in the sky.
, carrying the flames of death, hit the port of the Bleeding Ring Orcs hard.
After the first round of bombardment, in the horrified eyes of the orc scouts, more troop transports appeared from the darkness. They seemed to be filled with densely packed Alliance dogs. They were jointly crafted by the archmages of Dalaran.
An illusion, on the sea at night, such an illusion is enough to look real.
But the tribe didn't know this, and the return of this information shocked Kilrogg Bloodeye, who was stuck here.
"What did you say? More than 200 ships?"
He grabbed the orc scout who was trembling in front of him. The shining expression on his ferocious face almost wanted to eat the soldier alive. After getting the exact reply and seeing the alliance navy's formation with his own eyes, his bloody eyes immediately put the news back.
Grim Batol's headquarters.
"What? The Alliance navy carries nearly 10,000 soldiers and attacks from behind? Are they going to force a landing?"
After receiving the news, Orgrim instinctively felt that there must be something wrong here, but Kilrogg Bloodeye was the chief he was most assured of, and there was no way he would deceive him in such a matter. The tired warchief looked in front of him
In the map, the Sardo Bridge is important, but if the alliance really puts all its efforts into landing from the rear, the defensive situation in the wetland will collapse in an instant.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, reached for the Doomhammer, and gave the order.
"Ask Dahl and Saurfang to bring the Burning Blade Clan and Thunder King Clan to support! Let the warriors of the Dragonmaw Clan guard the Sardo Bridge for me! I will personally bring reinforcements to support them!"
"The cunning Union dogs will never cross the Saldo Bridge!"
