Gul'dan's betrayal was not just as simple as a slap in the face to the warchief.
He took the Stormrage clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan with him, although the number of orc soldiers who ultimately followed him to the Tomb of Sargeras was less than 3,000, and most died there, but were scattered to attract
More than 6,000 orcs who were chasing the attention of the soldiers are now trapped and dead in the northern Xinjiang land.
Orgrim also sent 3,000 men from the Black Teeth Smiling Clan to hunt down Gul'dan. In this way, he lost nearly 10,000 warriors, and the Dragonmaw Clan lost their chief Zuluhid.
A great schism occurred. At least one-third of the Dragonmaw orcs stayed in Quel'Thalas to avenge Zuluhed. The brutal war against Lordaeron and the rear army that stayed in the hills to lead the Alliance also suffered losses.
nearly 20,000 soldiers.
Calculated this way, almost half of the nearly 70,000 orcs who followed Orgrim and invaded northern Xinjiang have been lost.
And the most terrible thing is that during the past few days of retreat, a strange disease suddenly broke out in the tribe, just like a common cold, but the orcs infected with this disease will become weak, just like
It's like losing all will to fight.
In this case, every bit of military power Orgrim has on hand is very precious, and he cannot let Brox bring the troops from Blackrock Tower. The warchief knows very well that if the wetlands and Khaz Modan
After falling, Blackrock Spire's army is the tribe's last hope for a comeback, and they cannot be used here.
"Kor'kron, can you still fight?"
The warchief stood outside the city of Grim Batol. In front of him were 3,000 Kor'kron Guard soldiers. This was an elite division dedicated to protecting the warchief. The strange disease had also infected Kor'kron.
Long's warriors, but these elites did not completely lose their fighting spirit. Although they were also very tired, the warriors still waved their weapons in front of the great chief and shouted his name loudly.
This reaction made Orgrim very satisfied. He turned over and mounted his black war wolf, waving his war hammer:
"Then come with me! Let's defeat those Alliance dogs!"
"For the tribe!"
"Ho ho ho"
A green turbid current rushed into the wetland and quickly attacked the Saldo Bridge in the distance. On the magnificent Saldo Bridge battlefield, the Alliance's paladins had already invaded the tightly defended bridge.
"Feel the power of the Holy Light!"
The great knight Turalyon waved the heavy sword in his hand and chopped the ferocious orc in front of him to the ground. He roared and stretched out his hand. The strong holy light gathered into a war hammer in his hand and smashed the head of the orc assassin beside him.
Turned into minced meat, Turalyon took a step forward and helped an injured Alliance soldier up. The warm holy light rushed into his body. In less than 3 seconds, the soldier regained his strength and roared.
Entered the battlefield again.
The originally white and majestic bridge has become a river of blood, and the shouts of killing from both sides are loud. In front of him, Uther is waving his war hammer bravely, leading the fully armed paladins to advance resolutely. Marshal Lothar
He also brought his own bodyguards, the exiled knights of Stormwind City known as the "Iron Horse Brotherhood", to charge with Uther.
The marshal wore a bright red cloak and didn't care about his old body at all. Wherever that touch of red touched, the knights on the iron horse followed behind the marshal waving their weapons. Their bravery was incredible.
Behind him, the new recruits led by Tirion Fordring were no less impressive. The battlefield at the bridge was not enough for the soldiers to set up their positions. Faced with the tightly guarded orcs, the Quel'Thalas Ranger Legion sent
Deadly use, their commander is Alleria Windrunner. After this ranger captain returned from her hometown, she was as cold as ice. Under her rational and cold command, whenever the orcs wanted to fight back,
, a precise rain of arrows will fall from the sky.
There are also the mages of Dalaran. After learning the painful experience, they no longer gather together. Instead, they follow the knights and advance in small teams. Every time they occupy a stronghold, a purple defensive barrier will appear.
It is used to collect wounded soldiers and stabilize the passage in the rear.
When the scorching fireball drags its long tail flame across the battlefield and hits the group of orcs, the scorching flames can always help the knights clear a path full of ashes.
The 1,000 paladins were like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of these orcs, and like the most tenacious heavy shields, standing tenaciously amidst the tide of orcs' counterattacks.
Seen from the sky at night, they are like huge boulders in the river, bit by bit, slowly eating away at the bridge controlled by the orcs.
The Saldo Bridge is nearly one kilometer long. On this cruel night, this kilometer was simply smeared into a terrible road of flesh and blood. Every step forward will fall the eternally fearless soul. And the marshal personally went into battle, and also
Let the soldiers forget the horror of death. Where courage is surging, fear has no place at all, and even cruel death has to retreat.
"Gryphon Knight! Take off!"
The Wildhammer Griffin Knights, led by their leader Kurdran Wildhammer, carried a large amount of explosives and rose into the night sky. The Wildhammer dwarf with war patterns on his face looked down worriedly.
On the bridge crowded by orcs, he gritted his teeth and took out two alchemy bombs from the griffon saddle pocket.
"The bridge built by the Bronzebeard dwarves is probably not so easy to be blown up..."
Kurdran ignited the bomb in his hand, looked at the location, and threw the bomb into the crowd behind the orcs. Dozens of gryphon knights followed suit. Soon, the alchemists who were thrown into the orc army
The bombs exploded, like an endless line of fire. The explosion of hundreds of bombs completely blocked the orcs' front and rear support.
And those alchemy bombs made by the dwarf craftsmen who were ingenious and crazy enough exploded at the rear of the Sardo Bridge, causing the solid bridge masonry to fly everywhere along with the shattered flesh and blood, and even making the entire bridge shake.
Got up.
Dozens of mages worked together to hold up the magic barrier that covered most of the stone bridge, blocking the aftermath of the explosion from the human soldiers. The pungent smoke completely enveloped the night battlefield in just an instant, and the shaking stopped.
After that, Uther raised his head and saw the scene in front of him of the orcs, whose morale had been completely shattered by the bombing from the sky, fleeing in all directions.
"Paladin! Charge!"
"For the Holy Light! For the Alliance!"
The great knight grabbed his war hammer and rushed into the battlefield ahead, stepping on the flesh and blood on the ground. Behind him, Marshal Lothar also waved his sword. The soldiers of the alliance shouted for victory and completely broke through the last part of the bridge in one go.
For a while, what was waiting in front of them was the orc army that had already formed up and was approaching quickly.
Obviously, the orcs do not intend to hand over the Sardo Bridge to humans so easily.
"Antonidas! It's your turn! Don't let the sacrifices of the warriors go to waste!"
The marshal, whose face was covered with blood, clenched the telegraph aragonite in his hand. On the other side of the bridge, in the palace astrology platform at the top of the huge Stromgarde, was Darla, who was wearing a white robe and holding an ice staff.
Archmage Antonidas glanced at the archmages behind him. He stroked his long beard, and a trace of determination flashed in his wise eyes.
"Come on! Companions, put aside the conflicts between us for the time being. This attack is for Dalaran! For the mages who died at the hands of the orcs."
It is rare for the six archmages of the Six-person Council to appear together at the same time. There are not many expressions on their faces. They belong to different magic factions and there are many conflicts between them. But to appear here today is already representative.
their attitude.
The six archmage stood at the corner of the huge hexagram formation at their feet. Under the auspices of Antonidas, he waved his staff to gather the magic power of the six archmage together. While the colorful magic power emerged,
The coordinates that had been calculated countless times were determined by the Archmage. In the sky of the wetland, on the curtain of night, an almost identical hexagram array was reflected on the sky.
"Feel the wrath of Dalaran! Our magic will tear the Horde into pieces!"
"boom"
As the magic power surged, the scorching sky fire was like a waterfall, pouring down from the six-pointed star in the sky. The scorching flames formed a pillar of flames in the sky and the earth. The scorching temperature, even from a distance,
You can feel it even if you are thousands of meters away.
This flame illuminated the night sky, and even more illuminated the victory of the Alliance. The orc camp was completely engulfed by the flames, and together with the thousands of orcs in it, it was completely buried by the flames. More importantly, this mark continued
For a full 15 seconds, the sky fire magic completely evaporated the muddy swamp around the alliance soldiers, making the ground solid and creating a perfect charging battlefield for the knights who followed.
This kind of skyfire magic, which is extremely destructive and has a strong impact on the environment, is rarely used by the mages of Dalaran. The last time it was used was during the Troll War 2800 years ago, when the first generation of mages gathered
With the power of hundreds of mages, a single attack completely changed the situation of the war and completely buried the kingdom of forest trolls.
And this disaster of fire falling from the sky also completely shattered the last will of the orcs to resist. Although there were nearly 10,000 orcs on this battlefield, with the death of the commander here, the entire battlefield under the night became...
Become confused.
"Click"
Danath Trollbane lowered the visor of his helmet and waved the halberd in his hand. The halberd was wrapped with the flags of Stromgarde and the Kingdom of Stromgard. He controlled the fully armored war horse and charged ahead.
Entering the Sardo Bridge, which was completely cleared in front of him, behind him, the knights of Stromgarde who had been prepared for a long time roared and followed closely.
Then there are the Knights of Lordaeron, the Knights of Stormwind...
The moment the heavy cavalry, the greatest threat to humans, rushed into the battlefield, the orcs who were still resisting completely collapsed.
"Victory!"
Marshal Lothar clenched his fists excitedly, and his voice rang out among the sparks on the battlefield:
"Glory belongs to the Alliance! The tribe's defeat is right before our eyes... Charge! Soldiers, drive them out of our land!"
At the moment when the pillar of fire lit up in the darkness, Orgrim tightened the reins of the wolves. These smart beasts sensed the crisis ahead, and they roared and were unwilling to move forward.
The great chief was now less than 10 kilometers away from the battlefield, but when he looked at the position where the fire pillar was flying, the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.
"Lost."
Orgrim shook his head, his heart filled with some kind of frustration, but soon he put aside this unnecessary frustration. He turned back and shouted to the captain of Kor'kron:
"Get ready to collect the remaining troops! Set up a defense line around Grim Batol... Let Kilrogg abandon the port, we... we should retreat."
"Great Chief!"
Sergeant Kor'kron shouted:
"We can still fight! We can't just retreat! We can't give this land to the Alliance dogs!"
"No one wants to give up just like that!"
Orgrim roared, venting the pent-up anger in his heart:
"But the wetlands are infinitely defendable! Don't forget, the dwarves and gnomes of Khaz Modan have been secretly resisting us. Once they get in touch with the Alliance, the snowy mountains of Khaz Modan will completely turn into our tombs.
..."
"Retreat."
The chief looked helplessly at the battlefield in the distance, and said with some reluctance:
"The fall of the wetlands is only a matter of time. Khaz Modan can no longer hold it. We must retreat to the Searing Gorge and the Burning Plains to join Brox. The Blackrock Tower is our last line of defense. If the Alliance is still confident about attacking there, I will
It will make them suffer a lot!"
"By the way, the news about Red and Maim hasn't come back yet?"
The warchief asked in a low voice, and Sergeant Kor'kron hurriedly handed over a letter written in animal skin and replied:
"No, Warchief, just before departure, we received news from them... Gul'dan died, died on the Endless Sea, and Chief Red brought his heart back."
"good!"
The light in Orgrim's eyes suddenly shone, he clenched his fists and said cheerfully:
"That bitch Gul'dan died well! He was really given an advantage!"
"Let Red sail directly to the Western Wilderness, land from there and join us at Blackstone Mountain. The fleet they bring back can also transport a batch of grain and grass. Red... seems to be a qualified Blackstone Chief.
