Daklon Fortress is right in front of you, but the Red Dragon Clan still hasn't appeared.
This put Garrosh in a dilemma. Garrosh was very confident in the combat effectiveness of the orc army, but unfortunately there was not much rations left.
Despite the continuous reduction of food supply, the soldiers' rations were gradually reduced from three full meals to half a vegetable group, but the military rations were still decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
In the ice-covered Northrend, there are few animals and plants, and the atrocities of the orcs have spread throughout Northrend. Wherever the orc army passes, even the trees are eager to grow legs and escape.
The scorched earth policy commonly used by the orcs is of no use in Northrend. In the most difficult times, the orc soldiers can dig out the roots of big trees and eat them, but even trees are rare in Northrend.
The only belief that supports the soldiers is the Daklon Fortress in front of them. As long as this weak fortress is conquered, there will be a large amount of food to enjoy.
"The red dragons conspire to destroy Azeroth, and you will pay the price sooner or later."
Garrosh was furious and sent batch after batch of envoys to urge them. The red dragons found various excuses to delay, always saying that they would send troops soon, but there was no sign of them.
Frustrated, Garrosh gradually calmed down and finally had to come up with a solution. The orc army couldn't stand the delay, so he had to attack the Darklon Fortress in one go.
Although the orc army was extremely short of food, it had no impact on Garrosh as the general. His breakfast was a heifer with white fur and pink skin. After knowing his fate, he cried with tears in his eyes.
Her eyes are watery and cute.
The quality of the meat was really good. It was roasted to a crispy appearance and tender on the inside. It was sprinkled with fine spices and left a fragrant aroma in your mouth. The aftertaste was endless, which gave Garrosh some comfort in his heart.
Soon, the siege technician responsible for scouting the fortress came to report that this was a shrewd goblin. As soon as he entered the tent, he could not help but salivate from the smell of meat. Garrosh looked disdainful, picked up a piece of cattle and threw it into the water.
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The goblin technician thanked him profusely and squatted at the corner of the table, explaining the situation of Darklon Fortress while eating.
Dakron Fortress was built between Grizzly Hills and Zul'Drak, firmly guarding the entrance to Zul'Drak. It is surrounded by snow-capped dangerous peaks on both sides. It is a fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
"General, the Draklon Fortress is made of huge boulders, and the spaces between the boulders are filled with mud. Northrend is severely cold all year round, and the mud freezes harder than iron. The entire fortress is frozen together and is indestructible. Drakkari Troll
We have a feud with the furbolg, and we rely on this fortress to defend our country."
Garrosh waved his hand impatiently, took a sip of broth and said:
"I don't want to hear you introduce this damn fortress. What I need is a solution. How can I capture the Darklon Fortress? Remember, I'm not inviting you here to discuss business. What I need is your performance."
The goblin technician scratched his head and said:
"The Drakkari trolls are too superstitious about frozen soil. Although cannons and bombs cannot destroy the city wall, magic can. It only requires a simple separation technique, which is better than Khadgar's unlocking technique to defeat Deathwing, although it is just a card.
Degas boasted that Deathwing's obsidian armor was a perfect example of goblin engineering that no spell could destroy."
Goblins like to brag, even more shamelessly than Khadgar, the magician. For example, Deathwing's obsidian armor has nothing to do with goblins, but fortunately goblins are more rigorous in doing things.
"I brought a large group of Dalaran mages with me."
Garrosh was in a good mood, swallowed a big mouthful of meat, and chewed it.
The goblin spoke eloquently:
"As long as the mages cast spells together, it is initially estimated that one-third of the Daklon Fortress will collapse, just like the heifer on your plate, we can eat it as we please."
Garrosh grinned widely: "This is really good news."
The goblin technician was not full and looked at Garrosh eagerly, hoping to get another piece of meat as a reward. Garrosh waved his hand impatiently and told this annoying guy to get out quickly.
In front of the Darklon Fortress, out of the range of bows and arrows, a group of Dalaran mages gathered. Behind them was a dark mass of hungry orc soldiers, who would rush in and feast upon the fortress as soon as it collapsed.
The warehouse is in front of you.
Garrosh was patrolling in front of the team. The appearance of the orcs caused a panic in the Darklon Fortress. Garrosh clearly saw many deserters appearing at the top of the city. There were even a few officers in the lead. They were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands and fled down the city wall.
"Haha, the Drakkari Frost Troll is really vulnerable and ran away after hearing the news."
Garrosh raised his telescope and looked at the troll soldiers poking their heads on the city wall. Just like the rumors, the Drakkari trolls were indeed poor. They generally wore worn-out leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were basically sharpened sticks.
Only officers have iron weapons.
A troll who looked like a warlord looked out carefully. After seeing the mighty orc army, he almost fell to the ground. He only relied on the support of the soldiers around him to prevent him from collapsing.
Garrosh almost laughed out loud. He recognized this troll as Warlord Shimbor. He heard that he was also a general who was good at fighting and had made many achievements. He didn't expect it to be so unlucky.
How could such a backward indigenous team compare with the mighty orcs? Garrosh felt relieved.
Garrosh's dream is to establish an invincible Iron Horde. With the strong financial support of Doras, the equipment of the new Warsong Legion is quite good.
Following the order, the mages of Dalaran began to sing, and the chants came and went. Garrosh felt a sense of boredom, and the sound sounded particularly harsh.
After chanting for a long time, I looked at the Daklon Fortress, which was still intact.
Garrosh's expression quickly darkened and he questioned the mages of Dalaran:
"You incompetent wastes, why are your spells ineffective? Do you want to die?"
A great mage said with sweat:
"General, there is an unknown force that interferes with our spellcasting. The reason has not been found yet. Maybe it is the Loa gods. Maybe there is something wrong with this land. Please give us some time."
Garrosh's eyes widened and he asked, "Tell me, how long will it take?"
The Archmage wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied uneasily: "If everything goes well, it will take about half a month."
In half a month, Garrosh's army had run out of food and had long since died of cold and starvation.
Garrosh screamed in anger, grabbed the archmage, and bit his neck.
"You useless useless mages, what do I need from you? If there is no result in three days, I will tear you all into pieces and eat them."
The mages were trembling with fear, and their faces were all pale. Among these Dalaran mages, the archmage killed by Garrosh was the strongest. Without the presiding of this archmage, it would have been three years, let alone three days.
Nor can it solve the problem.
Garrosh regretted his impulse a little. He knew that he could no longer rely on the Dalaran mage. He raised the Blood Roar in his hand and roared:
"Warriors of the Warsong clan, the Drakkari trolls are plotting to destroy Azeroth. In order to save this world, come to me. The humble Drakkari trolls only deserve to be reduced to the livestock of the orcs."
The orc army howled, everyone's blood was boiling, and the offensive and defensive battle of Daklon Fortress officially began.