Air Force Captain Duerin burst into tears: "Our void ray was eaten by the orcs."
"What, eaten?" Voretal was shocked: "How much is left?"
"Half eaten, a group of orcs rushed into the Sky Guard camp last night, forced our knights to land, roasted them and ate them together with the void rays."
The dwarf Durin felt aggrieved like a resentful little daughter-in-law.
"The orcs didn't suffer any losses, right?" Voretal asked worriedly.
Duerin shook his head: "We strictly obeyed your orders and did not fight back, but our people and the Void Ray died tragically."
Voretal let out a long breath: "As long as there are no losses to the orcs, the dead brothers are all heroes, it doesn't matter, we still have an absolute advantage."
Duerin was unwilling to give in: "Did our brothers and the Void Ray die in vain?"
Voretal said with a fearful voice: "Remember, the orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again, we should be grateful."
Duerin wiped away tears: "Okay, I understand."
Voretar's face was straight and he issued a stern warning: "I hope the Sky Guards can forget the unpleasantness and become good friends with the orcs. You must be generous. If it affects today's battle, don't blame me for complaining to Adal. I will punish you."
crime."
When he thought of Naruadal, Durin hurriedly stopped his tears.
In the morning, everyone in the Sky Guard had a hearty meal and gathered in the Void Ray.
The dwarf Durin wears a helm and an armor, and the Void Ray he rides is the largest, and its broad back can accommodate five sky guards.
Under the command of Durin, the five hundred void rays of the Sky Guard lined up in a neat formation, covering the sky and the sun like a dark cloud.
Void rays appear to be docile, but in fact they have sharp teeth and are also ferocious beasts.
The dwarves were inspired by the taming of griffins and successfully tamed the void rays in the outer realm.
In the Storm Fortress, thirty fiery red dragon eagles fought in a panic, in a loose formation.
The leader was the phoenix summoned by Kael'thas, with a blood elf woman standing on its back.
"I am the Great Astromancer Solanlian, who is coming?"
Duerin was shocked when he heard this. Solanlian is the chief astromancer under Kael'thas and is best at demonic magic.
"Solanlian, surrender quickly and I will spare your life."
The ten-headed void rays firmly protected Durin in the center, allowing him to relax.
"You are the one who should surrender. Do you still want to conquer the Storm Fortress with these Void Rays?" Solanlian mocked wantonly.
"Attack!" Duerin shouted.
Five hundred void rays surrounded them, and Solanlian's thirty dragon eagles looked very weak.
Voretal and the generals were watching the battle below. The difference was so huge that it should be a crushing force.
Solanlian calmly took out a piece of crystal, and a deafening roar came from it, which was the voice of an orc.
The Sky Guards were immediately in chaos, with void rays flying everywhere.
Many void rays bit each other and became a mess. The void ray Duerin was riding jolted violently, and the four sky guards except him fell down and fell into the endless abyss.
Solanlian looked on with a smile. The Sky Guards lost more than two hundred Void Rays, and the surviving knights could barely hold on to their mounts.
Duerin was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs became weak, and he led the team back to the camp in disgrace.
"Prophet, the orcs ate the void rays in public last night. They were all frightened. They would panic and run away whenever they heard the orcs' voices."
Voretal slapped him in the face: "What a useless waste. What do I need from you? When can the Sky Guard go into battle?"
Duerin said aggrievedly: "The psychological trauma of Void Ray is difficult to remove. It can take as little as three to five years, as long as decades, and may even affect a lifetime."
Voretal kicked Durin to the ground: "If you go unfavorably in battle, you should be punished with death. Take it down for me."
Law enforcement forces stepped forward to lock up Duerin and took him down to await his release.
Voretar frowned fiercely, losing the support of the air force, the war became difficult.
"There is only one way at the moment." Voretal quickly came up with an idea.
Countess Liadrin's face darkened: "You mean the fueling tactic?"
The refueling tactic is a siege tactic.
Gather the mage troops and use mass teleportation to send the soldiers to the city wall to engage the opponent in close combat.
Because the number of soldiers teleported at each time is limited, the small group of soldiers who climb the city wall will definitely be under siege.
Such repeated investments in multiple batches consume the enemy's effective strength, and ultimately lead to a tragic victory.
Voretal's eyes flashed fiercely: "Fortunately, we have a lot of cannon fodder. It's time to let them serve."
Aldo, the astrologer, brought a total of 50,000 adventurers, most suitable as cannon fodder.
Voretal presided over the construction of a teleportation circle, and mobilized three hundred mages from Aldo, Astrologer, and Silvermoon City to coordinate spellcasting.
Three hundred mages can teleport every three minutes, and can teleport a team of 500 people to the Storm Fortress each time.
Voretal led the astrologers to supervise the battle, and those who were timid would be killed without mercy. Every five hundred adventurers formed a square and lined up to climb onto the altar.
In Storm Fortress, after Kael'thas learned the news, he personally led the team and stood ready.
The first group of 500 people teleported to the gate of Storm Fortress, and within a minute they were shot into a pile of corpses by a hail of arrows.
Voretar didn't blink an eyelid. Three minutes later, the second batch of 500-man team began to teleport.
Kael'thas has less than 10,000 subordinates, and they will be tired and injured. As long as they persist, the Shattrath coalition will win.
A total of twenty teams of five hundred people teleported to Storm Fortress. In the open space at the entrance of Storm Fortress, corpses piled up like mountains, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere.
Kael'thas was horrified to see it, his armor was dyed red with blood, and the arrows of the soldiers were almost exhausted.
Voretal and Kael'thas looked at each other, showed a cruel smile, waved, and another team of 500 people walked onto the altar.
As soon as Kael'thas' subordinates are tired, Voretal will send out elite troops, and victory beckons to him.
Thrall stood on the wall of Wrench Town with his hands behind his back, watching Voretal's refueling tactics.
Eitrigg on the side frowned: "Lord Savior, the blood elves have too many mage troops."
Thrall's face tightened and he said coldly: "Yes, they can bring out so many mages, which is a threat to us."
Eitrigg made a beheading gesture and lowered his voice: "Why don't we kill them all..."
Thrall rolled his eyes and said fiercely: "Tolerating the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If the blood elf mage army is not destroyed, I will not feel at ease."
Eitrigg chuckled and went down to make arrangements.
At the gate of Storm Fortress, after many bloody battles, Kael'thas' subordinates finally fell into exhaustion.
Voretal smiled happily, he already had a chance to win, and was about to send in his elite troops.
Suddenly, the gate of Wrench Town opened, and a large group of fully armed orcs came out and headed straight for the altar.
The mage troops at the altar had consumed more than half of their mana, and were exhausted physically and mentally. They saw a large group of orcs approaching and had no time to react.
The orcs surrounded the mage troops and chopped them into pieces, then demolished the altar.
"No!"
Voretar let out a cry of despair, his vision went dark, and he fainted.