"Dear Warchief Garrosh, you are the great hero of the tribe and the savior of Azeroth. As a humble leader of the Forsaken, Sylvanas was lucky enough to receive the protection of the tribe and was not wiped out by humans.
Now she is ungrateful and sends troops to the Kingdom of Gilneas without permission. This is contempt for the warchief and betrayal of the orcs."
Garrosh read Jaina's letter, his face uncertain, and he respectfully asked Doras at the side: "Dear Doras, what do you think of this matter?"
Doras's fat face trembled and she said coldly:
"Garrosh, you must understand that the rule of the Horde Warchief relies on majesty. Sylvanas sent troops to Gilneas without informing the Warchief, just because she doesn't take you seriously. She must let you
She pays the price."
Garrosh smiled cruelly: "I think so too. Tomorrow I will send troops to the Undercity and smash Sylvanas' throne to let her know who is the chief of the tribe."
Doras widened her eyes angrily:
"Garrosh, I've taught you that you can't do things based on your whims. You must be thoughtful and considerate of everything. You must not only reflect the majesty of the tribe, but also take into account the interests."
Garrosh was a little embarrassed and asked obediently: "Queen Doras, please teach me."
Doras snorted coldly:
"If it weren't for me, I really don't know how you would be able to secure your position as warchief. Since Sylvanas didn't tell you to send troops to Gilneas, you just pretended not to know. In the name of attacking Ashenvale, you ordered the Forsaken to send troops to assist.
, if Sylvanas is smart enough, she can take the initiative to come to Orgrimmar to plead guilty and order her to give up the occupied Gilneas territory. If she doesn't appreciate it, you will lose the reason to send troops and unite the tribes to besiege her.
Undercity.”
Garrosh praised: "Brilliant, brilliant, I will act immediately."
While the two were discussing, a fake messenger sent by Robbie entered Orgrimmar and delivered a letter from Sylvanas requesting reinforcements.
Doras read this letter and felt a thump in her heart:
"It's not good. With this letter, Sylvanas will have enough reason to annex Gilneas. Damn it, this banshee has learned a lesson."
Garrosh whispered: "Then I will take advantage of the situation and send troops to Gilneas."
Doras shook his head: "No, this would be equivalent to the Forsaken and the Orcs joining forces to annex Gilneas, and they would only be able to gain half of the territory at most, which would not be able to deter Sylvanas. We must think of a foolproof strategy.
"
Lockhane on the side said cautiously:
"From what I understand, this is not Sylvanas' style. She is an opportunist, ambitious, arbitrary and greedy. How can she take the initiative to share Gilneas with the Warchief?"
Doras's eyes lit up, she patted her thigh and said:
"Yes, this distress letter is fake. Some people must have deliberately pretended to be Sylvanas's messenger. Garrosh, you immediately send an army to Gilneas and supervise the battle from the side. The Forgotten have captured it.
The Royal City will immediately and legitimately occupy the entire territory of Gilneas. By the time Sylvanas reacts, Gilneas is already ours."
Garrosh was overjoyed and summoned General Nazgrim, and an orc army set sail, targeting the Kingdom of Gilneas.
Under the protection of a large group of abominations, Cairn Bloodhoof personally went to the front line to direct the battle.
Lelar felt extremely uncomfortable when he first came into contact with the Forsaken.
Kane Bloodhoof did not send out the main force. Under the cover of the undead archers, he launched an attack with endless cannon fodder troops, continuously attacking the city wall like a tide.
From an offensive point of view, the Forsaken gives people a soft feeling, which is not as good as the terrifying explosive power of the Orcs.
The characteristics of the Forsaken are that they do not know fatigue, are not affected by morale, do not need to rest, and attack non-stop 24 hours a day, which is something that all flesh and blood creatures cannot do.
In order to adapt to the offensive rhythm of the Forsaken, Lelar divided the Bloodfang werewolves into multiple echelons, taking turns to mount the city wall to defend, and replace them immediately when they were tired.
The undead meat grinder bombarded the city wall day and night, and the fighting on the city wall continued. Kane's tireless command seemed to never end, and the bones under the city wall quickly piled up like a mountain.
The Bloody Fang Werewolves who had just entered the battlefield suffered a lot. Although the physical fatigue could be relieved, the mental pressure could not be relieved, and the soldiers' nerves were always tense.
On the fifth day of the war, the alpha wolf Lelar himself almost suffered a mental breakdown.
"I can't sleep, I dare not close my eyes."
Lalar complained to Robbie that his beard was messy, his eye sockets were sunken and bloodshot, and his lips were full of cuts.
"I don't know how long I can last. I'm really worried that I won't be able to get up if I fall down."
Robbie patiently advised: "Don't worry, you will be fine. This is a baptism of war. After experiencing a cruel war, young recruits can grow into veterans."
Cairn Bloodhoof's tactical purpose is very clear, to give full play to the strengths of the Forsaken, and to exchange cannon fodder troops for the fatigue of the Bloodfang werewolves.
When the mental pressure of the defenders reached its peak, the main force was dispatched to capture the city in one go.
It's a pity that God is not as good as God. Kane did not wait until the defenders were exhausted. Instead, he waited for the orcs. The general leading the army was none other than General Nazgrin, whom Kane feared most.
The orc army came ashore one after another. Nazgrin was dressed in military uniform and looked so majestic. When Kane saw it from a distance, he felt his whole body trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear.
This is another weakness of the Forgotten. Necromancers torture the dead with the most cruel methods. The resurrected undead will never resist. Those terrible tortures are forever buried in their hearts and become their most terrifying nightmare.
The Forsaken's attack finally stopped, and Lelar looked at the orcs who landed in surprise. They were an elite Kor'kron army, all of them strong and well-equipped.
"The opportunity has come." Robbie whispered: "Pick up the Luna Scythe, boost the morale of the Bloodfang Werewolf, open the city gate, and launch a general attack on the Forsaken."
Lalar looked at Robbie in confusion: "Are you really going to do this?"
Robbie said confidently: "Believe me, this is the only chance to win at the minimum cost."
Although Robbie did not explain the reason, Lalar blindly believed in Robbie and nodded: "The Forsaken's front is very long, where will it break through?"
Robbie pointed at the thousands of tall abominations surrounding Cairn Bloodhoof.
"This is the goal of the first attack. As I said, as long as the commander of the Forgotten is killed, the remaining Forgotten will be at the mercy of others."
General Nazgorin commanded the soldiers to land. When he saw that the Forsaken's attack had stopped, he thought it was some kind of welcome ceremony and didn't take it to heart.
At this moment, all the gates of the Royal City of Gilneas opened. Encouraged by the Scythe of the Moon God, the werewolves roared and rushed towards the army of the Forsaken.
Something surprising happened. As soon as the battle began, the most powerful Abomination army collapsed. The tall Abominations fled in all directions, disrupting the formation of the Forsaken.
Kane tried several times to summon the courage to command the battle, but he couldn't.
The hatred around him was just like him, with eyes full of fear.
Kane understood that hatred was the soul of the tauren. They were cruelly torn into pieces and eaten by the orcs during their lifetime. When they saw the orcs, there was only fear in their hearts.