When the Quel'Thalas Northern Expedition rushed out of Crystalsong Forest and overran the Drakkari Vanguard Camp, which had only retained its symbolic significance, the trolls who stayed here could not even react. They did not know where this army came from.
It came out of nowhere.
No coincidence.
On the southern battlefield, the grey-throated furbolg, which had always adopted conservative tactics before, also used the strength it had accumulated during this period of time as if it had been given a shot of blood.
The unprepared Drakkari trolls were forced to retreat continuously, gradually retreating to the vicinity of Zabharak's camp.
At this time, Draxalon Fortress has not yet received news that the Western Front was attacked by unknown troops.
The northern battlefield is under tremendous pressure. In order to ensure that it is not easily defeated by the Iron Legion, Frost King Malak ordered Draxalon Fortress early this morning, asking them to suspend the offensive against Grizzly Hills and transfer some elites to the north.
Based on the analysis of the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs' recent performance, the Frost King and the Ice Council concluded that the number of troops left to guard Zabharak and Drak'Salon Fortress was absolutely sufficient, and the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs were unable to break through the defense line.
But they don't know that under the instruction of the old secret agent Sarlayan, the grey-throated furbolgs have been deliberately showing fatigue recently in order to paralyze the Drakkari trolls and make them mistakenly think that they have lost their strength.
Due to Loken's unexpected "cooperation", Sarlayan's strategy achieved results beyond expectations, and the defenders of Drak'Saron Fortress were obviously somewhat empty.
When the warlord Zolmaz, who had just arrived at the Draxalon Fortress last night, received information that the battle ahead was not good, the grizzly-throated furbolg, which had been recharging its energy for a long time, had already broken through the last defense in front of the fortress - Zabuha.
Lark.
Just like the intelligence detected by the Backlight Blade, Daxalon Fortress is configured more offensively than defensively, and does not have powerful city defense weapons.
Zolmaz never dreamed that the grey-throated furbolg would accurately block Drakkari's seven inches, and just in time to launch a massive counterattack while the fortress' troops were being mobilized.
However, this is actually just a coincidence. The Grizzly Maw Furbolg that entered the silent state has not yet received relevant information from the northern front of Zul'Drak, and is only focused on rushing towards Drak'saron Fortress.
Although Zolmaz was caught off guard, he was not an idiot after all. For the fighting ethnic trolls, an idiot could not hold the position of warlord.
Under Zolmaz's frightened and angry control, the Drakkari troll, which gradually came to its senses, finally blocked the attack of the Grizzly Maw Furbolg in front of the fortress.
Although Draxalon Fortress lacks heavy city defense weapons, it is still a fortress.
The party attacking the city will undoubtedly bear more pressure and suffer more losses during the battle.
A large number of troll headhunters stood on the top of the city and threw short spears downwards, launching unilateral long-range attacks from above.
With the barrier of the city battlements, it was difficult for the greymaw furbolg's counterattack to actually hit the headhunters, and they could only continue to attack forward despite the long-range firepower projected from the city wall.
On the other hand, Sarlayan, who turned into a big white deer, charged forward with a horse... and a deer in the lead.
The sharp arrow formation formed by the Morning Frontier Legion destroyed all the checkpoints set by the Drakkari on the way. The rangers who followed closely named the Drakkari trolls who were at a loss after losing their defenses.
When the unprepared troll finally recovered from the sudden attack, the cavalry of the Morning Frontier Legion had already moved away. The rangers responsible for breaking up the rear sent a wave of arrows, so that the soldiers whose formation was scattered did not dare to catch up.
Too tight.
Only ten minutes had passed since the departure, and Sarlayan had already led the Morning Frontier Legion, which was advancing at full speed, to the rear of Dracsaron Fortress.
The Drakkari trolls never thought that Drak'Saron Fortress would be attacked from behind one day. There was no defense on the side of Zul'Drak, and the few defenders were easily pushed away by the paladins who had already rushed up.
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"Liadrin! I leave the command to you, attack the fortress from the main entrance!"
"Yes, sir!"
Liadrin and Sharlayan had a close personal relationship, but the battlefield was not the time for friendship.
Liadrin, who put down her visor, accepted Sarlayan's order coldly, took his place, led a large group of paladins to transform into a long snake formation, and filed in through the outer gate leading to the interior of the fortress.
At this time, Sylvanas's rangers were still lagging behind, shooting at the scattered remnants of the formation as they advanced.
The stunned Drakkari troll gradually came to his senses. Immediately, messengers rushed to the second functional floor to inform the top officers of Drakkari about the attack on the Western Front.
The Frost King and the Ice Council were shocked when they heard the news. A three-front war would be an unbearable burden for any race.
And none of these three parties are good friends.
Not to mention the Iron Legion, the Grizzly Maw Furbolgs also have an old friendship with the trolls. They both know the ins and outs of each other and understand the other's difficulties.
But the high elves...
Some senior leaders of Gurdak recalled the tragic memories of being held down by the Shandara Highborne with the blaster recorded in their ancestors' books.
"Damn it! I can't control that much anymore!"
Suddenly attacked from three sides, the situation faced by the Drakkari trolls was already very critical.
Frost King Malak gave the order with a ferocious expression: "Let all the priests urge Loa to join the battle at all costs! First, consolidate the defense line of the functional layer, and we must not let the enemy destroy our farmland and workshops!"
"What's the situation with Saronya? Is it confident it can block the enemy's attack?"
The chief priest of Saronya is also one of the members of the Ice Parliament. He smiled bitterly and said: "Salonya has just received the news that the fortress was attacked, and has not seen the enemy yet."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me..."
The chief priest hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and said: "The elves and furbolgs are obviously well prepared. They launched attacks from two directions almost at the same time, with precise targets at Drak'Salon Fortress."
"I'm not advocating that the enemy belittle themselves, but with the current strength of Darksaron Fortress... even if Saronya helps, it is unlikely to reverse the situation."
"I suggest that you directly abandon the Daxalon Fortress, which is destined to fall, and move Salonya back to the functional level to consolidate the defense line."
The priest's bold suggestion caused an uproar from other MPs.
"Are you asking us to just give up our outer territory! How dare you say something so humiliating and humiliating to the country?! Skinning! Death penalty!"
"It's understandable that you want to protect Loa Salonya for your own power, but your guess is too pessimistic. The Dracalon Fortress is a strong city, how could it be breached so easily!"
"Fortified City?"
Anyway, it was already open to the public, and the Saronya priest did not dare to show weakness and retorted with a sneer.
"A fortified city that has been mobilized with a large number of elites and is being attacked from both sides without any defense weapons? Who designated it as a fortified city? Did you designate it yourself?"
Taking a deep breath, the Saronya priest ignored the Loa priests who were yelling at each other for their own interests, and bowed respectfully to Malak, who had a gloomy expression.
"Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible."
"The enemy's speed is too fast. No matter how we deal with it, it is impossible to defend the Draxalon Fortress."
"Maybe our reinforcements haven't been assembled yet, and Draxalon Fortress has been captured."
"Since it is destined to fall, it is better to retain its vitality."
"This three-sided attack has obviously been planned for a long time. I suspect that these three parties have already secretly reached an agreement. Dakari must deal with it carefully. If there is a slight mistake..."
Priest Saronya did not finish his words, but he believed that everyone present was not a fool.
The Frost King Malak remained silent with a gloomy expression. The councilors present knew his temper well and did not dare to interrupt at this time.
"call……"
After more than a minute, Malak finally made up his mind and let out a breath with a tired face.
"Recall Salonya, but don't let it go to the defense line of the functional layer."
Malak's eyes flashed with cold light: "Send Saronya to the northern battlefield, let it and Siletus use all their strength to repel the Iron Legion's attack in the shortest possible time, and stabilize the battle situation on the northern front first."
Salonya wanted to say more in time, but when he saw Malak's cold eyes, he could only sigh secretly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
…
When Sarlayan turned into a silver wolf and stepped on the outer wall of the fortress to jump inside first, he happened to see a huge wind snake taking off from the highest altar.
Before leaving, the huge wind snake glared at Sarlayan who invaded the fortress, and then headed north without looking back. Sarlayan could still see several people of different ages beside it.
The troll priest is suspended in the air.
Sarlayan: "?"
"What's going on? Are you planning to vote directly?"