The thunder was rolling, and the raindrops fell on the tight cowhide of the tent, making the sound like a rapid drum beat.
Although only separated by a mountain range, Tanaris is a large dry desert, and Un'Goro Crater is often rainy and occasionally violent.
Chen. Stormstout's luck was not good. One hundred thousand troops passed through the portal in Gadgetzan and marched into Un'Goro Crater. They encountered rainy weather for many days.
The road became muddy, Devilsaurs walked in groups, the mountains shook, and Chen Stormstout's heart rose and fell.
As the leader of Kalimdor and the Lord of Orgrimmar, Chen Stormstout's tent was made of fine cowhide, which did not allow any rain to penetrate.
But it couldn't stop the biting chill in the air.
"Don't eat me."
Chen Stormstout suddenly woke up from his sleep. That night, he dreamed of Sal standing in front of him countless times, with his bloody mouth open and a ferocious smile.
Even when I woke up from the dream, I still felt a deep chill.
Khadgar opened the door and came in, wiping the rain from his forehead:
"Great Chief, the scouts sent us information that the road ahead was washed away. The army could barely get through, but the many baggage and heavy weapons we brought must be thrown away."
"Is even God helping Thrall?"
Chen Stormstout felt that everything was not going well. He frowned and cursed the damn weather loudly.
Khadgar was silent for a while and suggested:
"I heard that Thrall only has 5,000 men. It is better to send an advance force with light equipment and reduced burden, and enter Silithus through a small road to prepare for the arrival of the army."
Chen Stormstout sighed and said:
"Thall, the savior, is invincible, and with Medivh's behind-the-scenes support, I'm afraid even my army of 100,000 people is no match. The advance troops are just dying in vain."
After hesitating for a long while, Chen Stormstout waved his hand casually:
"Forget it, I'll send five thousand light-forged orcs to test Thrall's strength. I just hope the defeat won't be too disastrous."
The reputation of the great savior was well known, and Khadgar was also not optimistic about the advance troops, so he could only comfort him tactfully:
"Although the Lightforged Orcs have obvious weaknesses, there is no need to question their loyalty, and they will never turn to Thrall in the face of battle."
Chen Stormstout sneered: "Being made into hard jerky by Thrall is no different from surrendering."
After discussion, the two selected a general named Nazger as the general of the advance army.
Nazgar was an unruly light-forged orc who had repeatedly contradicted Chen Stormstout.
Before leaving, Chen Stormstout called Nazger and gave stern instructions:
"Nazger, your mission is to establish a camp in Silithus to receive the main force. Choose a terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and use local materials to build a strong camp. No matter how Thrall yells, don't accept the fight.
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Nazger was unconvinced and shouted: "Thall only has 5,000 men, and they are all just a mob. I personally lead 5,000 light-forged orcs, all of whom are well-trained. How can I not be Thrall's opponent? Warchief, please rest assured."
, if Sal comes to challenge, I will take off his head."
Chen Stormstout was so angry that he cursed: "Idiot, Thrall, the savior, has defeated many with less countless times. He once penetrated into a million soldiers alone and took off the head of King Varian. Are you his?"
opponent?"
Nazggar muttered: "Those are all lies. King Varian was not killed by Thrall."
"You're really pissing me off." Chen Stormstout jumped up and was about to make a move, but Khadgar stopped him.
Khadgar patiently asked: "Nazger, compared with the savior Thrall, you are really far behind. Even if our army of 100,000 marched to Silithus, we would probably be wiped out by Thrall as soon as we met.
It's clean, our plan is to build a city, and then build a permanent portal, and continuously send New Light Forged Orcs from Orgrimmar, and use the human sea tactic to win."
Although the New Light Forged Orcs have low intelligence and only have a lifespan of three months, their advantages are that they reproduce very quickly, obey orders, and work hard without complaint.
Nazgar always respected Khadgar and nodded in agreement.
Five thousand light-forged orcs, carrying only ten days of rations, rushed to Silithus along the path under the leadership of Nazger.
As soon as we entered Silithus, the humid air of Un'Goro Crater disappeared, replaced by dryness and sultry heat, which made people feel depressed.
Nazger sent out a large number of scouts and carefully selected a camp.
There is a water source, it is backed by a mountain, and there are steep mountains on both sides, making it difficult for monkeys to climb.
Nazgar set up camp on the slope and built a strong fence. If Thrall sent people to attack, they would have to climb up the slope.
After carefully inspecting the camp, Nazger felt that everything was safe, so he settled down to rest.
At night, when everyone was sleeping soundly, a piercing alarm sounded.
Nazger hurriedly got up. He had already expected that there might be a night attack, so he ordered the soldiers to lie down with their clothes on.
Grabbing his weapon, Nazger ran out of the tent. The alarm was sounded by a hidden whistle.
Nazger looked down from a high position and saw that a dark team was already close at hand.
"What are those scouts doing? The enemy has their noses lowered and there is no news at all."
Nazger yelled at the scouts and directed the soldiers to fight.
In a hurry, Nazggar was so excited that he completely forgot about Chen Stormstout and Khadgar's instructions, opened the camp door and rushed out.
Nazger held a battle ax and was surrounded by his personal guards, fighting all the way.
The enemies come in all shapes and sizes, from all races in Azeroth, and are even more strangely dressed. Their formations are scattered and their fighting spirit is low.
Nazger rushed and killed without thinking, his eyes were blood red from the killing, and there was only killing in his eyes, and he forgot everything.
Suddenly I found that there were no enemies in front of me, and I didn't know when I had penetrated the enemy formation.
After scratching his head, Nazger could only turn around and charge towards the enemy formation again.
He penetrated the enemy's formation three times in a row until no enemy stood up anymore.
Nazger felt particularly relaxed and didn't seem to exert much effort.
Counting our losses, we found less than 300 casualties.
The results of the battle were satisfactory. More than two thousand enemies knelt down and surrendered, and about a thousand escaped.
Nazger tied the two thousand prisoners with hemp ropes and connected them in a string, like a giant centipede.
After driving the captives into a bottomless wormhole, Nazger didn't care.
The rations they brought were not much, and there was not enough for them all, so they could only let the prisoners fend for themselves.
The next day, Nazggar came to his senses and accidentally disobeyed the orders of the warchief and Khadgar. Fortunately, no major losses were caused.
From then on, Nazger stayed in the camp obediently, and did not do anything else except occasionally sending out soldiers to look for food.
Half a month later, Nazger ate the last grain of food, and Chen Stormstout led the army to Silithus.
Nazgar went to greet him, and both Chen Stormstout and Khadgar breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Nazgar was safe.
Khadgar smiled with satisfaction and said: "Nazger, we were worried that you had fallen into Thrall's trap along the way and went out to fight Thrall. It's great to see you safe."
Nazger did not dare to hide anything and honestly explained:
"The enemy did attack on the first night, and I defeated them easily. They were just a group of stragglers. They broke up as soon as they charged. More than two thousand people knelt down and surrendered."
Khadgar wondered: "How can there be stragglers in Silithus? Take me to see the prisoners."