To Varian's expectation, Nazgrim actually ordered a pursuit.
"Why is this happening?" Varian was puzzled. As a king, Varian was not good at commanding battles, but he could also see that this was a trap.
Sylvanas smiled and said: "Because Nazgrin has tasted the sweetness countless times."
Varian was even more surprised, and Sylvanas continued:
"The reason why a famous general becomes a famous general is not because he knows how to command battles better than others, but because he is good at using the lives of soldiers to pave his way to promotion. Suppose there are two generals, and one general sees through the opponent's conspiracy and takes the initiative to avoid the battle.
He ordered a general to pursue them relentlessly and fight bravely after falling into an encirclement. Although his own side suffered heavy losses, he destroyed a large number of enemies and successfully broke through. Who do you think will be promoted?"
"Of course it's the first general." Varian blurted out, and then his tone became less certain: "Maybe!"
Although he didn't want to admit it, Varian knew that if there was only one spot, the person who would be promoted would probably be the second general.
The battle situation is often murky and unclear, and it is difficult to figure out if it is trapped in a lot of fog. You cannot expect the superiors who judge the merits to be better. Whether it is a trap or an opportunity is often just a matter of thought.
This world is often controlled by mediocre people. Under the general trend of smooth sailing and victory, the generals leading the army often appear mediocre, and others will think that I can do whatever I want.
If you can find a way out in a desperate situation, it will obviously be easier to gain attention and promotion.
Varian whispered: "Could it be that General Nazgrin used this method to rise to his current position?"
Sylvanas nodded: "Look at General Nazgrim's resume. He has experienced all tough battles. He can turn a big victory into a tough battle. This is Nazgrim's strength."
Varian secretly laughed at Garrosh. It seemed that Garrosh had no ability to recognize people.
There is a vast plain near the city gate of Orgrimmar, which is suitable for large army battles.
Not far away is Razor Ridge, with rolling mountains, rolling hills, and steep cliffs. It is impossible to launch a charge. It is a nightmare for human cavalry.
Orc wargs are good at climbing and are less affected. Nazgrin is confident of catching up because of this reason.
It's a pity that Nazgrin didn't have enough information and didn't know that the Forsaken had joined the battle.
After the Kor'kron orcs entered Razor Ridge, Forsaken archers in Alliance military uniforms appeared on the steep cliffs. They looked down from high and rained down arrows. The black arrows were like poisonous snakes, taking away a large number of orcs' lives.
The Forgotten have a stronger affinity for magic than humans. Their arrows are enchanted and can easily penetrate thick armor.
The Alliance soldiers immediately changed their fighting style and divided their forces to guard the roads leading to various cliffs to protect the safety of the Forsaken archers.
Nazgrim would never retreat easily, as this would leave a stain on his resume, and commanded the orcs to attack the cliff occupied by the Forsaken.
The battle situation once again fell into a stalemate. The two sides repeatedly competed for the commanding heights. The orcs fought bravely and quickly gained the advantage. They continuously broke through the alliance's defense line and attacked several commanding heights. When they finally climbed to the cliff, they lost the Forsaken bow and arrow.
Traces of hands.
Varian in the distance could see clearly through the telescope. The Forsaken could stop breathing for a short time. They had already dug a pit on the cliff and camouflaged it. Once the orcs broke through the blockade, they would get into the pit.
Bury yourself in the soil.
The orc soldiers climbed the cliff and could not find anyone, and they had to deal with the counterattack of the alliance soldiers. They waited for the alliance soldiers to retake the cliff, and these archers climbed out.
After the Alliance suffered a large number of casualties, Varian noticed that the orcs' offensive gradually slowed down and was unable to maintain its initial sharpness.
"I understand." Varian said loudly: "Garrosh used heavy armor to arm the orcs, but he didn't know that the weight of the armor accelerated the consumption of physical strength. The orcs traveled long distances to pursue, and then fell into a difficult positional battle. When the orcs were exhausted, they
When we win, we will win this battle."
Sylvanas looked like she was looking at a fool: "Do you really not know?"
"What should I know?" Varian was confused.
Sylvanas pointed at the soldiers fighting hard in Razor Hill: "These are just small fights. What really determines the outcome is the trump card of both sides. Don't you know that Garrosh has three secret weapons of sea, land and air? The sea ones.
The secret weapon is the turtle bone sea monster, and the secret weapons on land and in the air have not yet been revealed."
Varian scratched his head, looking at a loss.
Sylvanas sighed slightly: "You dare to attack Orgrimmar without knowing anything. You are really sending rations to the orcs."
Varian was very unhappy that he actually had information that he didn't know about, and he glared at the MI7 agents beside him.
The agent said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty the King, we have reported to you many times."
Varian thought for a while: "You mean the Iron War Scorpion and the Ancestral Dragon Galakras?"
The agent nodded.
The Iron War Scorpion was once destroyed by the black dragon prince Wrathion. The secret workshop in Orgrimmar, under the command of a mysterious man, rebuilt a new Iron War Scorpion day and night, which was more powerful than the previous one.
Garrosh brought back hundreds of proto-dragons from Northrend, as well as a large number of dragon eggs. Under the guidance of a mysterious man, the proto-dragons went through battles, devoured each other, and fused flesh and blood, and finally Galaka was born.
Si, it is said that it is more powerful than ordinary adult dragons, and its strength is close to that of the five ancient guardian dragons.
MI7 paid a heavy price to obtain information about the Iron Scorpion and Galakas, but unfortunately Varian never took it to heart.
Varian laughed a few times, what were you busy with at that time?
He was probably trying to please his mistress, or was angry with Anduin, or he was probably working hard to balance the noble factions in Stormwind City and stabilize his rule.
In short, Varian's time was very precious and he ignored this fatal information.
The battle turned out as Varian expected, the orcs fell into exhaustion, and the Alliance soldiers saved the situation and gradually gained the upper hand.
The alliance's cavalry troops bypassed Razor Hill and blocked the orcs' retreat from the rear. Only then did Nazgrin realize that the situation was over, and he organized several breakouts in succession, but all failed.
Seeing that the orcs were about to be annihilated at Razor Hill, Garrosh and Gamorr climbed to the top of Orgrimmar.
The two Kor'kron dark shamans cast spells in the water basin, clearly showing the battle situation at Razor Hill. Garrosh observed for a while and shouted angrily:
"The archers of the Alliance cannot be so sharp. They can only be the Forsaken or the Blood Elves. They betrayed me. They must not be forgiven. What is even more hateful is Nazgrin. I am so disappointed and must be severely punished."
Gamor was full of confidence and said with a smile: "The chief doesn't have to worry. As long as he activates his secret weapon, he can catch them all in one fell swoop. Razor Ridge will become their graveyard."
Garrosh said respectfully: "I wish you great success, master."
Rumble.
With a loud noise, a huge steel war scorpion crossed the wall of Orgrimmar and rushed towards the battlefield of Razor Ridge.
At the same time, the resounding roar of the ancestral dragon Galakas sounded in the air.
Upon learning that these two monsters had joined the battlefield, Varian was so frightened that his face turned pale and he sat down on the ground.