Dathrohan led a group of Silver Hand paladins and moved forward silently.
Most of the Paladins of the Silver Hand fled and defected to Mograine. Even so, the number was equivalent to the original defenders of Stratholme, but morale was extremely low and everyone was listless.
Although Dathrohan is the nominal commander of the Silver Hand, he is not qualified to participate in coalition meetings.
He didn't know the specific battle plan, Uther just arranged the task for him.
Create chaos in Stratholme City, then gather your forces and cooperate with the orcs inside and outside to capture the city gate.
He saw the mages of Dalaran, busy preparing the teleportation circle.
There is also a disgusting figure at the scene, the Dread Lord with huge bat wings, Mal'Ganis, this monster floating in the air, will join him in the assault on Stratholme.
Mal'Ganis saw Dathrohan, and the Dreadlord narrowed his eyes, revealing a meaningful and treacherous smile.
Thinking of the fate he was about to face, Dathrohan's whole body became cold and his blood seemed to freeze.
When Uther's whole body was filled with holy light, a pair of golden wings lit up behind his back, and he slowly rose into the air, the siege of Stratholme began again.
Uther's opponent is the silent Robbie.
Robbie was wearing the golden armor of Alsace, wearing a black skull mask, and holding the war hammer Holy Light of Justice in his hand. He was also floating in the air and faced Uther.
Uther immediately recognized that this was his first opponent.
So where is Prince Alsace?
Arthas held the Ax of Violence in his arms and was extremely focused, staring at the square without blinking, listening carefully to the information about the dead souls.
Although a mixed army of lords from various places participated in the battle, Stratholme's military strength was still very tight. Most of the soldiers gathered near the city wall, preparing to face the orcs.
Alsace didn't have many troops, so he had to fight a good ambush.
Fifteen magic beacons and fifteen teleportation points. Arthas was very alert. He did not completely believe the Archmage Antonidas. After careful investigation by the dead souls, it turned out that this cunning Archmage had something to hide. He even had Thrall
All lie.
The actual number of teleport points is eighteen.
Most of the teleportation points are in dark and hidden corners, such as in a basement or a cave. There is no need to waste troops. You only need to seal the basement or cave tightly. The paladins of the Silver Hand can only be trapped to death.
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A few teleportation points are in some courtyards or inside a certain house.
At the moment when the troops were in a tight situation, they had no time to think about anything else. They piled up flammable materials at the teleportation point and poured kerosene on them. They just waited for the teleportation to be completed and ignited it as soon as the figure appeared.
Only the teleportation location of Dathrohan and Mal'Ganis was the most troublesome, located in a larger square in Stratholme.
Alsace led people to search the entire square, but could not find the magic beacon.
His Highness the Prince doesn't know much about magic, especially the beacon specially made by Antonidas himself. Once the position is set, it will merge with the space. Except for Antonidas himself, there is nowhere for outsiders to search.
So Alsace could only wait for the other party's arrival.
"Are you ready? Your Highness."
A whisper came from the Ax of Violence: "The power of the Dread Lord will help you understand the runes of the dead. The Burning Legion once referred to the power of the runes of the dead. Many of their troops were built based on the principles of the mutated runes.
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Arthas knew very well that if he wanted to win, he must first understand his opponent. This duel with the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis was an excellent opportunity, which might allow him to understand the secret of the fifth Rune of the Dead.
The feeling of teleportation is not good, especially for a rookie who experiences teleportation for the first time.
Feeling dizzy and spinning, Dathrohan felt as if his feet had just touched the ground. Before his eyes could adjust to the light, he heard the sound of arrows penetrating flesh and the sound of incessant screams coming from his ears.
"It's over, there's an ambush."
Dathrohan hurriedly forced himself to calm down. The power of the Holy Light condensed in his body. He finally saw everything around him clearly. It was a square with many obstacles piled up around it, forming a simple encirclement.
Arrows were shot out from behind the obstacles, and there were shouts of killing from all directions. There were countless enemies.
After a hail of arrows, not many of Dathrohan's paladins fell. The helpless and demoralized paladins were unwilling to fight and fled in all directions.
"charge."
Dathrohan saw Prince Arthas striding towards him, holding a terrifying turquoise battle ax in his hand.
"Prince Alsace is here, so who is on the wall?"
Without any time to think, Dathrohan hurriedly greeted him.
Unfortunately, Alsace's target was not him. With just a casual blow, Dathrohan was seriously injured and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
"I didn't expect that the strength gap between me and Prince Arthas is so big!"
Practicing the evil secret method of the Dread Lord, there is not much holy light left in Dathrohan's body. Now he is not much stronger than an ordinary soldier. Dathrohan vomited blood clots in his mouth, looked up at the sky, and showed a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.
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After all, he is an important general of the Silver Hand. Antonidas gave him a teleportation rune, which can be used to teleport back to the camp.
But he didn't want to leave for the time being. He wanted to see the battle between the Dread Lord and Arthas.
The main entrance to Stratholme.
Baron Rivendell was chewing tobacco in his mouth. He was on a high platform overlooking the city wall. He had a cautious look on his face, holding up a telescope and keeping an eye on the battle situation on the city wall.
On the table in front of him was a small wooden stand covered with black, white, and red flags.
Each flag represents a team with a name written on it. The black ones are the motley army of lords from various places, the white ones are the original garrison of Stratholme, and the small red flags are death squads. There are only ten of them, led by the ten sons of the baron.
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The Rivendell family is prosperous, and the wars over the years have inevitably caused some damage. A lot has been lost, but there are still ten sons alive. These ten Rivendells are all tiger generals who have experienced many battles. The Baron is the last
Trusted warrior.
The magic power of the mages needs to be replenished, and only a limited number of orcs can be teleported up the city wall at a time.
When a team of orcs climbs the city wall, the defenders on the wall will pounce on them. The physical difference between humans and orcs is too big, and the defenders will often be wiped out within a few minutes.
The baron needs to choose an appropriate flag to replace the garrison on the city wall before the garrison is destroyed.
This newly added team will quickly destroy the orcs, and then the new orc team teleports up the city wall, easily destroying the defenders.
Repeat this cycle.
This is a cycle of life and death. All the generals are watching everything silently, waiting for the baron to take down the flag representing his team, then lead the team to rush to the city wall, eliminate the orcs, and wait to be eliminated by new orcs.
A simple strategy, exchanging human lives for orc lives.
The blood soon stained the city wall red, and the defenders needed to do a job of throwing the orc corpses off the city wall in time.
Thrall, who was standing on the carriage, was surprised to find that the orcs were constantly consuming the city wall. The short section of the city wall seemed like a giant's mouth, swallowing up one orc team after another. After more than a dozen teleportations, they were sacrificed.
Despite thousands of orc warriors, they still couldn't gain a foothold on the city wall.
"How is this going?"
Thrall couldn't believe his eyes. The humans and the orcs actually had a battle loss ratio of close to one to one.
If such a result had been achieved, the orcs would have been driven back to their homeland long ago without having to invade the continent of Azeroth.
Sylvanas's eyes were sharp. She observed quietly for a while and then said with a sarcastic smile:
"The orcs in the rage can't seem to control their mouths." (To be continued)