"I am no longer a prince, just an ordinary citizen of Lordaeron."
Alsace slightly laughed at himself: "I once wanted to escape from this miserable country and live like a coward. Now I have the courage to face it all, but it is just courage and can't change anything."
Baron Rivendell held the city head, with a solemn look on his face, and said cautiously:
"No, Your Highness, you have probably realized that you are extraordinary. You shoulder the only hope. Lordaeron will be reborn in your hands, and the people will eventually be saved. You may be misunderstood and reviled by others. You
You will carry Lordaeron with heavy courage on your back and move forward alone, but this is your destiny, Your Highness. The enemy you have to face is not only the orcs, but also the entire Azeroth."
Alsace was full of doubts and shook his head again:
"I'm not afraid of death, let alone suffering. It's just that I don't know the direction to move forward. I desperately need strength, but I don't know how to become stronger. The power of the guardian is irresistible. Leave me alone, Your Excellency Baron, leave here, for
Lordaeron has left a small spark of hope, and the last dignity of Lordaeron should be protected by me, the prince."
"It's too late, we are a group of people who have no choice." Baron Rivendell smiled faintly, as if he was used to seeing life and death, and handed over his tobacco bag. Robbie took it with a suspicious look on his face, twisted the tobacco and smelled it.
A spicy and pungent smell rushed straight into the nose.
"It's laced with poison," Robbie exclaimed.
"Chronic poison will not kill you temporarily."
Baron Rivendell grabbed a handful of tobacco and chewed it: "To deal with the orcs, we mainly use sports tactics. We deal with them patiently in the wild and never confront them head-on. When they are tired and hungry and have no strength, we will fight them again.
Their eradication has always achieved good results."
"Later, the Warsong clan somehow got in touch with the orcs in the shelter outside. Orgrimmar deliberately let go of a large number of people and drove them to the Black Mist Fortress. I couldn't give up tens of thousands of people, so I had to choose
Hold on to the fortress with all your might."
"You see, even I couldn't make up my mind when cruelty was really needed. Before the decisive battle, we all knew that we might not survive, so every soldier ate this tobacco. For us, this was
It is a chronic poison that will only take effect after a few years. For the orcs, if they eat our meat, it will be fatal. It can make them lose their combat effectiveness. There is no cure and they can only be cleaned up by their own kind. Fortunately
, we won that war.”
Baron Rivendell took out a small bottle of potion and handed it to Arthas.
"Potion of Violence!" Arthas recognized the name of the potion.
"It was originally for our own use. A soldier accidentally threw a bottle of violent potion under the city wall. The orcs went berserk. It was probably because the Warsong clan drank too much demon blood. The orcs became berserk one after another, like
It was as contagious as a plague. The violent orcs were unable to coordinate their hands and feet and could not climb the city wall. They eventually lost their minds and fell into cannibalism. When the orc corpses here filled the ground, Grom Hellscream withdrew, and the Warsong clan was no longer alive.
Haven’t been here either.”
"It really doesn't have to be too difficult to deal with the orcs."
Baron Rivendell pointed to his head: "As long as there is a brain here."
"The Guardians did not allow us to destroy the Warsong Clan, so we, a group of people who knew we would die, had no choice but to start a campaign, traveling around Lordaeron to save the people of Lordaeron. Almost 100,000 people have been sent out from the Black Mist Fortress in these years
There are many people. What’s abominable is that these scum, Silver Hand, pretended to be us and brought death to the people.”
"The fire of Lordaeron has been spread. Now we only need a hearty decisive battle, so that we can die peacefully on the battlefield, die like a true warrior, and safeguard the final dignity of Lordaeron."
"You are already warriors." Arthas said seriously.
"Your Highness, I am just a reckless man. I can't teach you anything. Starting from tomorrow, I will teach you real fighting skills."
"Time is pressing, why not start now?" Alsace asked.
.......
The training ground within the fortress.
"There are no invincible combat skills. The so-called superb combat skills are just a summary of experience on the battlefield. When a soldier dies in battle, he must think clearly about the reasons and learn lessons to ensure that other soldiers will not make similar mistakes. Instead of
Blindly sending soldiers to die in vain.”
"Any mistake on the battlefield costs life. A soldier's mistake costs his own life. A commander's mistake costs the life of the entire team. Your Highness, you have to learn from an ordinary soldier."
Baron Rivendell waved his hand, and several soldiers escorted an orc wrapped in chains. Someone helped the orc remove the chains and handed him a battle ax.
"Your Highness, don't use holy light and try to fight the orcs."
Arthas fought the orcs for the first time. He looked serious, raised his shield and sword, and bent slightly, assuming a fighting posture.
The orc raised his battle ax and slashed hard at him. Arthas followed what he and Uther had learned and raised his shield to resist.
boom!
Arthas staggered, took several steps back, and almost fell to the ground. The wooden shield in his hand broke into two halves. The orc's power was unexpectedly strong.
There is a huge power gap between humans and orcs. Without the use of Holy Light, Arthas is no match for the orcs.
The orc grinned ferociously, pursuing the victory and attacking with his battle ax. Seeing this, Robbie rushed forward and knocked down the orc with one punch.
Baron Rivendell, who arrived later, stared at Robbie in surprise, then turned around and yelled at Arthas:
"This orc has not eaten for three days and is in a weak state. Otherwise, you would have been split in half with your shield. I have told you before that you should not confront the orc head-on. This is how it is on the battlefield.
The same goes for choosing the right time.”
The baron picked up the unconscious orc and threw him in front of Arthas:
"Your Highness, take a careful look at your opponent, especially his legs. Our human legs are much thicker than our arms. Orcs' legs are relatively thick and limited. Their bodies are too large and their legs are overburdened."
They are heavy, their steps are not as flexible as ours, and their coordination is poor. These are the weaknesses of the orcs."
Alsace listened carefully, no different from an ordinary recruit, and kept nodding in agreement.
The orcs were awakened, and Arthas began to fight with them again.
"Pace, pay attention to the pace of the orcs, they also need their legs to generate strength." The baron yelled from the side: "Rely on the flexible movement of the steps, circle around them, consume the orcs' physical strength, pay attention to their eyes, eyes
Turning red means going berserk, it's a whirlwind, so retreat quickly."
It must be said that Baron Rivendell has extremely rich combat experience, especially the strengths and weaknesses of the orcs. Arthas learned a lot, and Robbie also benefited a lot.
"When fighting orcs, you must first learn to escape. Orcs have poor endurance, but their explosive power is extremely strong. If you are only a hundred meters away from an orc, he will definitely catch up with you. What should you do at this time?"
"Turn around and fight to the death." Arthas replied.
"Just turn back and run." Robbie said.
"By the way, it's difficult for the orcs to turn in a rage. Just constant sharp turns are enough to leave them behind." The Baron patted Robbie on the shoulder: "You don't need to learn this skill. What you need to learn is
How to fight with the warriors among the orcs, remember, any orc who talks about glory will be more insidious and cunning on the battlefield."
.......
In the Black Mist Wilderness, at the edge of a swamp, King Saurfang and Thrall met secretly.
"What do you need from me, Lord Savior?"
After looking at the ring carefully, Saurfang asked. (To be continued)