There are many battles that cannot be avoided if you don’t want to fight them.
When someone's knife is pressed against your neck, do you hit you, or do you stretch your neck and let the enemy kill you?
The Alliance does not take the opportunity to attack this time. When Despicable Roar really succeeds in opening the door and finds the [Iron Horde] to perfectly invade Azeroth, it will be another situation.
Don’t make strategic mistakes!
For example, on Earth, Eagle Sauce tries to beat up a bear and a rabbit together. This is a typical example of brain failure in terms of strategy.
Throughout human history, there are only two younger brothers who fight against the elder brother. I have never seen the elder brother insisting on getting the second and third younger brothers together.
The Battle of Chibi in the Three Kingdoms is the most typical example. Liu Bei first sent Zhuge Liang to find Sun Quan to jointly fight against a wife fanatic.
McDonald is in charge of the alliance, so naturally he cannot mix the 'Orthodox Tribe' with the [Iron Tribe].
Even though Thrall's orthodox tribe seems to have a small number of people, Thrall has many heroes! All the tribal heroes who can't deal with Brainless Howl will join Thrall if they have a choice.
Thrall is the world's Thrall and the Son of the World in the original history. It is impossible for McDonald not to be afraid of him.
Pull one faction together and fight another faction, this is the kingly way.
Therefore, the two fronts of Outland and Pandaria have prepared strategic reserves that are slightly higher than usual levels, and have not allocated resources for long-term fierce battles.
In fact, even Kalimdor is like this.
Knowing that there was a high probability that Despicable Roar would use the four tribal provinces of Kalimdor as cannon fodder, McDonald only used Serijek's Second Army and half of Braumiux's Third Army.
After being stationed in Kalimdor, the equipment of these two legions was not updated so quickly, so they can be regarded as "local legions".
After the throne meeting, Queen Xi came over and gently rubbed McDonald's temples.
"Will Thrall listen to us?"
"Yes. Because in that Draenor, there is another Durotan."
"Oh?" All the elf girls, including Queen Xi, raised their pointed ears, and the way they all twitched was very interesting.
"Will there be a second Thrall?"
"Who knows?" McDonald shrugged: "Maybe there will be a female Sal. Well, it's not surprising that it's a female Sal."
"Pfft!" All the girls laughed.
It feels like this is too bad fun.
McDonald didn't dare to say yet, if this kind of plot fell into the mouths of the LSPs of the Evil God Cult, it would turn into some outrageous plot in a minute like "the mortal enemy turns into a girl, gets knocked over by the enemy's car, and then falls into a vicious trap, etc."
McDonald considers himself an LSP, at least he doesn’t speak too harshly!
Turn your attention back to the battlefield.
The alliance exercised great restraint and did not use all force, which was indeed beyond Despicable Roar's expectations.
"Can the Alliance kill all those losers with just one partial army?" Garrosh was furious in the secret stronghold in Tiragarde Strait.
Goblin Prince Resha whispered: "Based on those primitive people alone, maybe it is true."
The blame will really fall on Despicable Roar in the end.
He took away all the elites, including most of the young Blackstone orcs, all the Warsong orcs, and the Armored Gronn. What was left to Varok were only miscellaneous clan soldiers with little training, and a large number of women and children. Even half of the Blackstone warriors were still
Especially mostly veterans.
In New Orgrimmar, Varok felt sad as he looked at his subordinates whose average age was over 40 years old.
Orcs are a typical fighting nation. They can go to the battlefield at the age of 12. Relatively speaking, they age quickly. In ancient times, except for those who were shamans or those who were particularly good at fighting, there were very few orcs who could live for fifty or sixty years.
Most orcs will find a way to die on the battlefield or in a hunt before they grow old completely.
Some of these soldiers are veterans who participated in the first and second Dark Portal, and some came back from Draenor after it opened. Anyway, most of the new soldiers of the Blackstone Clan were taken away by the warchief, and only these crooked soldiers were left.
Melon split jujube.
Under normal circumstances, veterans have enough combat experience, so theoretically they won't be too bad.
Don't forget that most of these veterans drank demon blood. The price of overdrafting their strength is that their bodies weaken faster than ordinary orcs.
Thinking about his own death, Varok suddenly felt older.
"I wonder what the situation is like on the front line."
After Vol'jin took away the main force, Varok had fewer mages at hand. Originally, there were few communication facilities available on the front line. Only large cities and core fortresses were equipped with things like magic transmission.
There was silence in the communication channel.
At this moment, on the front lines of Desolace and the Southern Barrens...
The ripples created by a drop of water can instantly spread across an entire pond like a spider web.
The cracks created by a cannonball can have the same effect all over the walls that orc laborers spent so much time and effort building.
The city wall built by the tribe with similar rammed earth technology is not hard, well, according to the standards of the Cold Weapon Age.
The Alliance didn't even need to lose a single soldier. It just used heavy artillery to bombard these fortresses.
The fifteen-meter-high city wall exploded and collapsed like a broken wafer.
Those young orcs who were regarded as cannon fodder by their war chiefs, when they saw the flash of fire on the Alliance troop front at least five kilometers away, with only a vague outline, they didn't even understand what lying down was and what finding a bunker meant.
When the cannonballs that exceeded the ability of human eyes to capture flew towards them, there was only a bang, and time and sound seemed to disappear without a trace.
The young orc soldier was completely petrified. He could only open his mouth wide open and watch in amazement as his comrades beside him performed the disappearing technique.
A moment.
It was as if time had stopped and suddenly resumed its flow. With a bang, the large cannonball shattered the city wall, and at the same time, the shrapnel exploded and penetrated directly into the soldier's brain from his open mouth.
The sharp and violently rotating fragments cut his throat, and then the huge impact completely severed his spine and even shattered his skull, distorting his facial features.
There was a moment of panic in his eyes, and soon his eyes and his entire head were distorted.
The green skin could not withstand such exaggerated tension and was torn into pieces with a "squeak", revealing the bright red muscles and blood underneath.
Supported by the body that had not yet fallen, blood spurted fiercely into the sky from the severed arteries and veins, but the shrapnel that had severed the orc's neck continued to move forward, completely penetrating the chest of another orc guard with armor and flesh, and finally poured out the pouring blood.
It was stained on an orc battle flag fluttering in the wind at the top of the city.
It was only at this moment that the soldier who had lost half his head and the unlucky guy whose chest was penetrated twitched at the same time, and then fell limply to the ground.
Blazing sparks and smelly blood flowers floated in the strong wind caused by the shells, sketching a picture of destruction.
The orc recruits, who had never seen the power of Alliance artillery, were completely stunned.
This happens to be a microcosm of all the outposts and fortresses on the Horde's front lines.
To be honest, to defeat these tribal cannon fodder, it is enough to rely on the alliance's partial troops.
