Whether the high elves are willing to admit it or not, the involvement of the human army has given them a chance to breathe.
Even without the elf himself feeling it, Orgrim on the opposite side could clearly feel that the resistance of these long ears was increasing rapidly.
To be fair, none of the major races that can stand tall in the racial forest of Azeroth are weak.
At first, the high elves were caught off guard, mainly because their combat preparations were too poor and the talents of the entire group were a little skewed.
They worshiped the Master of Magic, which caused all the middle- and lower-class elves to swarm to practice spells regardless of whether they had talent or not, thus despising all melee professions in disguise.
Their former compatriot, the night elf huntress, could bring down five or six orc soldiers in the forest alone.
On average, the high elf infantry is slightly worse than the orc warriors who have become mad with demon blood. In addition, they are not adapted to the orcs' power-based play style in the early stage, and there is a lack of room for maneuver on the battlefield. The elf infantry often suffers big losses.
The battle losses were greater than the losses to my grandma’s house.
McDonald's troops gave the elves the time they needed most.
After the elven mages and craftsmen worked day and night to repair it, by early April, the elves were able to line up two rows of magic puppets under the city wall before the orcs attacked the city.
These war puppets made of various metals are two stories high and powered by magic. Before the control core is destroyed, even if they only have one arm or one leg left, they will continue to fight. And they have good identification between ourselves and the enemy.
ability.
The emergence of organized war puppets gave the elves with damaged city walls a solid barrier. When their most elite rangers and mages received sufficient forward protection, their power gradually became apparent.
Able to shoot at will without being disturbed, any qualified ranger or wizard will become a fort.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Arrows rained down from the top of the city.
It would be a normal shot, but every arrow fired by the ranger is [aimed shot].
Their superb archery skills allowed them to ignore the orcs' armor and hit their vital points with a high probability.
Especially Windrunner's arrows!
No orc knows how to protect himself.
These greenish arrows can always find any flaw in the orcs' throats, eyes, open mouths, or the fleeting gap between the simple breastplate and chest.
One arrow is a life!
The orc siege troops need to break through those inorganic war puppets first!
Except for the larger ogres, no orc warriors can compete with these puppets in terms of strength. With a slap, an orc's body often loses its width.
However, except for the trebuchets, the orcs originally received less long-range support. After losing the direct leadership of their leader Zuljin, the morale of the Zul'Aman trolls who remained in the orc army was visibly low.
What bothers Orgrim the most is that both the Blackhand brothers who are chasing Gul'dan and Grom's troops on the other side of the sea have lost contact. But that damn Stratholme army is still setting up camp step by step.
approaching.
Recently, after receiving the support of the reserve army Mograine left in Tyr's hands, Macdonken's troops have made a leap in marching speed, from traveling one thousand meters per day... to three thousand meters per day.
Look, the red horn has triple speed? Isn’t it awesome?
Compared to the elves, who are more and more difficult to deal with? Orgrim thinks that Macdonald is the real devil, which makes him lose his temper.
It doesn't matter if you hit him, it doesn't matter if you don't hit him.
The most disgusting thing is that McDonald's army is approaching Sunsail Port? At this time, the last batch of orc ships are docked there.
Didn't McDonald directly lead his army to attack the rear line of the main orcs? Instead, he surrounded their retreat. This is the most vicious thing.
Nowadays, the hunting grounds where orcs can obtain prey are getting smaller and smaller. Except for the middle part of Yongsong Forest, other places are no longer safe. Without the support of trolls, elven rangers and even civilians have taken up bows and arrows to harass the orcs endlessly.
Supplies started to be difficult.
Orgrim didn't know whether he would be able to obtain enough food supplies by capturing Silvermoon City.
He felt like he was a loser, but the human duke opposite him was still trying his best to force him to increase his bets.
No matter whether we advance or retreat, there is a possibility of catastrophe!
Varok Saurfang said solemnly: "Warchief? A decision must be made. No matter which one, we will accompany you to the end!"
This night? Orgrim couldn't sleep.
At the same time, a certain wealthy man was enjoying the fine wine of Quel'Thalas in the newly built bunker.
McDonald gently swayed the wine in a gold goblet, allowing the aroma of the wine to slowly dissipate.
What he enjoyed more than the fine wine was the admiring looks of the famous heroes in history in front of him.
"I don't know if you believe it, but if this was a game of chess, Orgrim would be checkmate by me."
Veresa took a sip of the wine, her face was like a peach blossom, and she said firmly: "Believe it!"
On the right side of the hall, Rivendell, Serijek, Kurtaz, and Braumiux raised their glasses and said in unison: "We believe!"
McDonald raised his glass to the men on the left side of the hall who were teetotal and drank fruit juice and wore white and silver armor: "For justice that will never be forgotten!"
The other party responded in unison: "In the name of Holy Light!"
Finally, McDonald set his sights on a nervous and excited young man: "Willy! Relax! As long as you hit one shot tomorrow! You will be a knight! If you hit 10 shots, you will be a baron. If you hit 30 shots, you will be a baron."
You are the Viscount!"
Willy smiled bitterly: "Sir, if you say that, how can I feel relaxed?"
McDonald patted the shoulder of this 'young man' who was actually older than him: "This is a test! Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared! Since you are ready, go and meet the glory that belongs to you!
"
The master and the servant simultaneously cast their gazes on the majestic metal giant door on the cliff.
Let’s see what happens tomorrow!
On the orc side, Orgrim finally received a message that was nearly a month late.
"What? The territory of Andorhal was recaptured by humans, and the Warsong clan was defeated miserably!?" Orgrim simply couldn't believe his ears.
Orc communications are really bad.
There is no air force and no magical messaging.
With the land route blocked and the sea route tightly blocked by the Kul Tiras fleet, the orc who delivered the message relied on great courage and luck to row along the coastline north of Tirisfal Glades in a small boat.
I just sent this battle report and Grom's 'handwritten letter'.
This book was ghostwritten by a half-hearted shaman and attached with a tooth ring from Grom. It described in detail what happened in Lordaeron.
After listening to this, Orgrim felt a chill coming straight from his tailbone to Tianling Gai: "That Duke of Stratholme actually came here slowly to drag my main force after defeating the strongest partial force of our orcs!
