Apart from Valeera, his childhood sweetheart, Stellagosa was the one who had been with Sharlayan the longest, not even one of them.
Influenced by Sharlayan, Stellagosa also recognized the concept that war is all about logistics.
The logistics referred to here include resource supply and intelligence acquisition. In Saryan's words, this is called a decisive victory thousands of miles away. A lot of relevant preparations must be made before the war officially begins.
Although there are resource supplies provided by the local native Wildhammer dwarves and Maltooth Trolls, there are some resources that only Quel'Thalas can provide.
For example, special physical ammunition specifically used to load magic guns and magic cannons, as well as magic crystal lattice used to power trial armored vehicles.
Although Sarlayan had already planned to capture the Hinterlands, the official finalization of the attack plan was only after the unexpected situation of the Battle of Northeron, and there was insufficient preparation time.
Moreover, the trial armored vehicle was only recently forced into the Marine Corps by Valant. Since this weapons test plan was launched in a hurry, the Weapons Research Institute did not prepare many magic lattice for the armored vehicle.
The trade routes connecting the north and south of the east coast have been basically opened, but it still takes a lot of time to transport materials from the Yonge Forest to the Hinterlands, and the cost of logistics and transportation is relatively high.
Therefore, when Shalayan formulated the final plan, he first made it clear that this unexpected surprise battle must be fought quickly and the enemy's headquarters should be captured in the shortest possible time.
As expected, Lethorn was very obedient. Before Melinsera personally intervened to persuade him, he vented a lot of anger and took the initiative to stop attacking Zinsaro. He even carried a dozen baby dragons without looking back.
Returning in the direction of Seradan.
"Ha~"
Melinsela looked at the direction Lethorn was leaving, and the corners of her mouth curved with an unknown meaning.
"You know what I mean."
The whole process of the green dragon's attack on Sinsaro only lasted less than half an hour, but the green dragon, who wanted to vent its anger, caused considerable damage to the evil branch's lair.
The Evil Branch Trolls who stayed behind in their hometowns were more or less splashed by the green dragon's acidic breath. Many of them were still hiding in the troll-style buildings, wailing in pain.
As we all know, the troll race has a strong self-healing ability. As long as the injury is not fatal, they can automatically heal the wound in a short period of time with the help of their racial talent.
However, the green dragon's acid happens to be the type of attack the troll fears most.
The corrosive damage caused by the acid will continue to affect the troll's wounds, suppressing their self-healing ability to a minimum. Not only will the wound be unable to be healed, but their own physical strength will be greatly consumed due to the continuous activation of their natural abilities.
No, no? No one thinks that the troll's self-healing ability is free, right?
According to the law of conservation of energy, this is obviously impossible.
When healing the body, the troll will greatly consume the energy stored in the body.
Those with magic power consume mana, and those without magic power naturally only consume physical energy.
Spellcasters are often very talented. The witch doctors and magicians of the Evil Branch Trolls do not account for a large proportion of the total population. Most of the Evil Branch Trolls are physical professions that work hard.
When Lethorn finally left with his brothers satisfied, Sinsaro was already in chaos.
Even Evil Branch Chief Hex was unlucky enough to be affected by the acid dragon's breath. At this moment, he was angrily covering his ugly face that was riddled with holes and was furious.
...One thing is that even if she was not hit by the acidic dragon's breath, Sarlayan didn't think that an old troll witch with a green face and fangs would be that good-looking.
But Hex obviously doesn't think so. As a female, disfigurement is one of the most unacceptable tortures for her.
Zinsaro is a typical troll-style city. Since it is built on a mountain, different floors are connected by stairs paved with bluestone.
After the infantry of the High Elf Marines formed a formation, they took advantage of the commotion within Zinsaro and advanced step by step to the upper level.
As for those trial armored vehicles...
"emmmmm..."
Sarlayan looked at the armored vehicle parked on the bottom floor with confusion and was unable to climb the stairs: "Sure enough, the terrain adaptability of the tires is still lacking. If it is replaced with crawler tracks, it should be able to climb the stairs."
A weapons researcher accompanying the army spread his hands helplessly: "There are gains and losses. Although the tires do not perform well in complex terrain environments, they can perform far better maneuverability than crawlers in the plains where the two armies are clashing.
sex."
Sarlayan nodded approvingly: "Indeed, instead of letting these armored vehicles park here, it is better to move them in the direction of the Altar of Zul to block the enemy's counterattack."
"Liadrin."
"exist!"
Sarlayan turned to look at the waiting Morning Frontier Legion, and ordered to Legion Commander Liadrin, who was standing straight in a military posture: "These trial armored vehicles will be left to you."
"I ask you to use the mobility of the cavalry regiments and armored vehicles to harass the main force of the Evil Branch coming back from the direction of the Altar of Zul before Sinsaro is captured, and delay their return to Sinsaro as much as possible. If you can,
?"
Liadrin hammered her hard breastplate decisively: "I promise to complete the mission!"
Liadrin and Sarlayan have been friends for many years, but in this formal occasion, she who has inherited the title of earl will not show her good personal relationship with the Archduke Deep Shadow, and always has a business-like attitude.
"very good."
Saryan nodded to the researcher accompanying the army beside him: "Andre, you are also following the Morning Front Legion. It doesn't matter if these trial armored vehicles are damaged. Your mission is to collect more actual combat data on the battlefield.
.”
The researcher named Andre hurriedly accepted the order: "Okay, Grand Duke Shenying, I will maximize the performance of the armored vehicle. No matter whether the result is good or bad, I will strictly record it and hand it to Director Valante."
"That's good, let's go."
"yes!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Under the leadership of Liadrin, the paladins of the Morning Frontier Legion who have been rich because of their repeated military exploits quickly mounted their horses and headed to the west of Hinsaro
March quickly.
According to the intelligence detected by the Wildhammer Griffin Knights from the sky, the Deadwood Troll and the Evil Branch Troll quickly shook hands and made peace as Sharlayan expected, and both sides began to return to reinforce the rear area, which was surrounded and attacked by different enemies.
Shadralo, the Altar of Zul and Xin'saro were originally the strongholds of the Evilbranch Trolls. After Shadraro was unexpectedly taken away by the Witherwood Troll, the main force of the Evilbranch Trolls was unsurprisingly hoarded in
The Altar of Zul closest to the front line.
Because of this, the number of Evilbranch trolls left behind in Zinsaro was limited, and the green dragons led by Lethon came to bring justice from the sky. At this moment, the camp was full of wounded soldiers.
Before the reinforcements from the Altar of Zul have arrived, it is the best time to attack Sinsaro, the lair of the Evil Branch, and we must seize this fleeting opportunity.
After the green dragon left the scene, the Wildhammer Griffin Knights who had previously been ambushing at the Hidden Stone and Stormfeather Outposts also cooperated with Seradan's draconians and the Maltooth Troll to eliminate the isolated Evil Branch army.
After completing the mission assigned by Lethorn, the dragonman army that went out in large numbers turned around and returned to Seradan.
The Wildhammer Griffin Knights and the Maltooth Troll speeded up and rushed to the gate of Zinsaro to meet up with the high elf marines who had begun to attack upwards.
When Sarlayan calmed down the Brokentooth leader who was frightened by the green dragon, and planned to command the Wildhammer Griffin Knights to take off again to ensure air superiority, a Griffin Knight Scout who had been flying in the sky to observe the situation suddenly spoke loudly.
shouted.
"Sir! There is a military emergency!"
Sarlayan frowned slightly and said, "Land down and report the situation."
"yes!"
After landing on the ground, the red-bearded Wildhammer dwarf pointed at the top of Zinsaro with a finger as thick as a carrot.
"The Evil Branch Troll is preparing some ritual again. I saw many seriously injured Evil Branch Trolls being moved to the altar array on the top of the mountain!"
Sarlayan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Altar? Seriously injured troll? Could it be..."
Considering that the Evilbranch Trolls like to perform human sacrifices, Sarlayan suspects that the lunatics want to use severely injured tribesmen who have no value to do the whole thing.
"Valeera."
"I am here."
The two just looked at each other for a moment, and Valeera nodded understandingly, disappearing into the shadows on the spot.
"Using one of your own people as a living sacrifice..."
Sarlayan looked thoughtfully towards the top of Zinsaro Mountain: "It's such a big game, maybe they want to summon some evil god who likes blood to come out to help... huh?"
When he said this unconsciously, Sarlayan was suddenly stunned, and subconsciously looked at Stella Gosa who had also thought of something next to him.
"...No way, could that guy also be a model worker?"