The orc army was already prepared. Thrall and Jaina were together, talking and laughing happily.
After seeing the secret mage army casting spells, Thrall knew it was his turn to fight.
"Jaina, send our warriors over."
The secret mage force of the night elves has exposed its location. In order to prevent them from quickly evacuating, an elite force is needed to delay it. This is a plan that has been arranged long ago.
Jaina began to cast a spell, and about 500 elite orc warriors teleported to the designated location. Then, 10,000 orc soldiers moved out, splitting into two groups and outflanking the secret mage force.
It was a dense primeval forest, and the ten thousand orcs quickly became silent, like a drop of water entering the sea.
Thrall didn't take it seriously, tearing apart the flesh and blood of a pandaren and continuing to talk about his ideals with Jaina.
However, after a long time, no news came, and Sal looked a little ugly.
At this moment, the offensive and defensive battle of the Dark Night Fortress entered a stalemate stage. The Burning Legion launched dozens of attacks in succession, but still failed to conquer the fortress, leaving thousands of corpses behind.
The night elves also suffered heavy casualties. The city walls were damaged everywhere, and some places were already crumbling.
Azgallo received support from his subordinates and finally withdrew to his own formation, but he did not dare to charge easily.
On top of the city, Fandral Staghelm was still calmly directing the battle, without any regard for his own safety. That small figure put great pressure on Azgallo.
After being unable to attack for a long time, the soldiers of the legion were exhausted. Azgarro sensed that something was wrong and sent someone to pray to Archimonde for reinforcements.
Archimonde didn't pay much attention to the setback Azgalor suffered, but he was a little surprised when the ten thousand orc army disappeared into the dense forest and no night elf mage troops were found.
"It seems that the night elves are well prepared and have arranged traps early."
Archimonde thought for a moment and asked in a questioning tone: "Manoros, do you have any way to lure out the night elves' secret mage army?"
Mannolos scratched his head and said: "As long as the frontal offensive pressure is increased, the secret mage troops will definitely go to war."
Archimonde was slightly dissatisfied: "I'm asking for a concrete plan, not big words. The legion's cards are all here. Which troop do you think we should send?"
Mannoroth did not dare to neglect, hesitated for a moment, and gave a suggestion: "It is time to let the creations of the Morg engineers take action."
Archimonde was slightly surprised and glanced at Mannoroth appreciatively:
"Prove that you are not stupid. The night elves rely on the city wall. If they lose the city wall, they will be defeated. We must continue to exert pressure and cannot let the night elves fall into despair. We must let them see the hope of victory."
Although the Burning Legion failed to build a fel mecha, the Morg machinists used the raw materials used to build the mecha to create a large number of fel cannons.
These cannons have an extremely long range and can cause huge damage to city walls.
When the Burning Legion launched hundreds of fel cannons, Staghelm once again felt desperate.
To destroy the fel cannon, the night elves must fight their way out of the fortress.
The night elves could not afford to fight in hand-to-hand combat with the tall legionnaires, and could only once again count on General Feathermoon's secret mage army.
At the rear of the Burning Legion army, Legion soldiers leisurely installed fel cannons.
Not far from the fortress, there is a mist-covered valley.
The fog suddenly dissipated, revealing a team wearing black armor. The soldiers were covered with complicated pendants and covered with magic gems. They looked extremely heavy and made it very difficult to move.
Shandis Yuyue stood on the high platform, pointed in the direction of the fel artillery group, and shouted loudly:
"Starfall, moonset, Luna railgun, launch."
Countless arcane energies were brewing, forming a huge arcane cloud. Thousands of arcane energies fell from the sky, raining down on the Burning Legion's camp like a gust of wind.
The soldiers of the legion hurriedly fled in all directions, and many were still injured, but the evil cannons were unable to move and were all destroyed.
Archimonde nodded, seeming to recall the past: "It is indeed a legacy from the era of Queen Azshara. The purest arcane energy and the simplest and most domineering use are really missed."
When the secret mage force appeared, Thrall immediately became energetic and waved his hand:
"For the sake of the Horde and Azeroth, kill all these stupid night elves and eat them."
There were too many orcs, covering the mountains and plains, howling and rushing towards the misty valley.
In full view of the public, the orcs once again betrayed the night elves.
Staghelm gritted his teeth with hatred and roared: "Tyrande, is this your good ally?"
Seeing the orcs charging into the valley, Archimonde knew that the night elves were gone, and said with some regret:
"These night elves are also smart. They use the technology left over from ancient times to build equipment and avoid their own addiction to magic."
Mannoroth thought thoughtfully and asked: "That means these night elves don't know magic, and they rely on the strange equipment on their bodies."
Archimonde nodded: "It's no wonder that the secret mage army is the most mysterious. Without these equipment, they are just ordinary night elves. Unfortunately, the equipment is too heavy and they have no way to escape."
"Sir, what is the night elf's addiction?" Mannoroth asked.
Archimonde's eyes were deep, and with a slight glance at the corner of his mouth, he expressed his understanding:
"Magic addiction is just a clumsy lie. The night elves have completed their evolution around the Well of Eternity. They are born to be an excellent magical race. Their need for magic is like being hungry if they don't eat. It comes from their natural needs. The night elves rejected their nature.
, this is putting the cart before the horse and going against their nature. If they continue to reject magic, perhaps in ten thousand years, they will degenerate into ugly dark trolls."
Mannoroth blinked his eyes and asked, "Does this mean that addiction to magic is not a bad thing?"
Archimonde sneered:
"Not only is it not a bad thing, it is simply a good thing. The stronger the magic addiction, the more magic power can be contained in the body, and the better the talent. Among the flesh-and-blood creatures I have seen, the talent of the night elves is one of the best."
Mannoroth was stunned, a little self-conscious about his appearance, but thinking about the fact that the Abyss lords would be extremely uncomfortable when they lacked evil energy, which was exactly the same as the night elves' addiction to evil, he suddenly felt that the talents of the Abyss clan were also good.
"Excuse me, sir, how to solve the addiction to magic?"
Archimonde glared at Mannoroth, feeling that he was asking the question knowingly, but still answered:
"The way to solve magic addiction is very simple. Drawing enough magic is like eating a full meal when you are hungry. How could the smart night elves not understand such a simple truth? It's just that they were deceived by the moon god Elune.
Think of addiction as a scourge that you can only run away from but never find a solution to."
While Archimonde was talking about his addiction to magic, a big explosion occurred in the Misty Valley, and the tens of thousands of orcs who rushed into it were blown to pieces.
Archimonde was shocked. Could it be that the secret mage group was pulling the orcs together to destroy it? His right hand reached into the void, and a bright ball of evil energy appeared in the palm of his hand.
Looking carefully at the center of the evil light ball, Archimonde nodded and showed an appreciative smile:
"You're careless. Although these night elves lack great wisdom, they are quite clever."