Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 285 15. The Orc's Conspiracy --- Add more for the rewarding brothers [2830]

Boom, boom, boom

Nearly 40,000 orcs walked on the plains of the Arathi Highlands. The galloping of the wolf cavalry caused the ground near the battlefield to vibrate. Although there was no such terrible oppression as when the human cavalry group charged, but the enemy was outnumbered. Under such circumstances, the human defenders guarding the Arathi Heights prisoner-of-war camp still felt a threat.

Looking at the dark sea of ​​people, you can hardly see the side. Unless you are here, it is hard for you to imagine that there are still so many orcs left in Azeroth even though the Second World War has passed 4 years ago.

Danas Trollbane stood in front of the position. He used his monocular to look at the battlefield in front of him. After being beaten up a few times half a month ago, the orcs who made a comeback undoubtedly learned their lesson , They no longer divide their troops blindly, but plan to break down the remaining large prisoner-of-war camps on the highlands one by one.

Until today, on the third day after the orcs regrouped, of the three large prisoner-of-war camps in the Arathi Highlands, only the one behind the general remained, and the remaining two were used by the orcs. The human sea tactics conquered.

And their numbers have also swelled to the extremely dangerous level they are today. On the other hand, their opponents, the Stormgard Legion commanded by Danas, the scattered soldiers from other battlefields, and the paladins who came to help, can't add up. 24,000 people.

The area where the prisoner-of-war camp is located is not easy to defend and difficult to attack. A veteran of the battlefield like Danas knows very well that if he doesn't have more cards in his hand, then this battle is destined to be very difficult.

Where are the reinforcements?

The dignified general didn't look back, he put away his binoculars and asked:

Where are the reinforcements I need?

Report to the general, 3,000 people led by Marshal Gathelis are rushing towards the battlefield, while the paladins commanded by Sir Uther and Sir Fordring are stationed in the prisoner-of-war camp on the hills to prevent accidents. It is said that Otto The Frostwolf orcs of Lank Valley began to attack the Stormpike dwarves there, and the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest sent reinforcements there...

The adjutant standing behind Danas said with difficulty:

As for Gilneas and Dalaran, there is no news, and the high elves of Quel'Thalas have also rejected our request for help.

3000 people...

Danas silently recited this somewhat desperate number, and he clenched his fists:

Gilneas and Quel'Thalas have left the alliance, and I don't expect them to send reinforcements. What I'm asking is the army of Stromgarde? Where is the heavy cavalry? They should have arrived on the battlefield this morning!

General, the road from Stromgarde to the camp has been blocked by orcs.

The adjutant felt the murderous aura emanating from Danas in front of him, he swallowed, and said:

The heavy cavalry regiment tried to cross the blockade early this morning and fought the orcs, but their breakthrough was not complete. Before we received the news, they withdrew to Stromgarde... The ogres driven by the orcs and the The trolls are now attacking the capital.

How many ogres and trolls are there?

Danas asked in disbelief, pointing at the dark sea of ​​orcs in front of him, he shouted angrily:

How many orcs are we facing? Have the ministers in the palace lost their minds? Don't they know where the most important battlefield is? There are no heavy cavalry to penetrate the orc front. Do you want me to take light Are the cavalry charging at the orcs?

General!

The adjutant also fought many battles with Danas. Seeing that his general had lost his mind, he looked at his burning angry eyes, and the veteran said in a deep voice:

That was an order from the king himself... The messenger from the military department promised that once Stromgarde was relieved of the siege, the heavy cavalry regiment would rush to the battlefield as soon as possible.

So what does that trash mean, let me take you to stay here until the orcs lose their interest in fighting, or our entire army is wiped out?

Danas was so angry that he laughed, a stern light flashed in his eyes:

The kingdom of Stormgard has lost all face by those cowards. Since there is no reinforcements, let's give it a go!

Let the soldiers prepare torches, I would rather burn all the greenskins behind me than let them join that disgusting tribe again!

The general yanked out the battle ax behind his back. He looked back at the orcs who were about to reach the battle zone. His other hand was raised high. Behind him, Stormgard's archers and musketeers rushed Brush raised his weapon.

And at this moment, there was a commotion in the orc army in front of Danas, and as the orcs retreated to the two sides, a scene that made the alliance soldiers extremely angry appeared in front of them.

Those human soldiers who were captured in the previous chaotic battle were pushed out from the orc's position with their hands tied. There were a lot of these prisoners. The number of soldiers was at least 2,000, but what really surprised General Danas was that this time the orcs didn't kill all the captives, but used them in more insidious battlefields.

Trollbane!

Grom Hellscream rode on his black war wolf. He took the reins of the wolf and hovered in front of the human captives who were forced to kneel on the ground. Behind each captive was a man holding a sharp knife. The Orc Executioner.

Everyone knew what these orcs were going to do, and the entire battlefield fell silent at this moment.

The orc chieftain of the Warsong clan shouted to the human general:

You are a good fighter! I knew this when I saw you for the first time. If possible, I hope to have a real fight with you, chop off your head, or be chopped off by you. ..but now, listen!

All the orcs in the Arathi Highlands have been set free, except for those behind you. The lives of our compatriots are in your hands, but now, the lives of your soldiers are also in our hands!

Now, stand up and let's talk! If you dare!

Ho Ho Ho Ho

Grom's provocation caused the orcs behind him to roar loudly. They taunted the human position in front of them. Within a minute, the heavily armed Danas walked out of the defensive position with his battle ax in hand. Beside him are two loyal veterans, holding shields, ready to protect the general's evacuation at any time.

Beside Danas, there was Lord Mograine, a great nobleman from Lordaeron. This brave paladin followed behind Danas, not feeling intimidated by the sea of ​​orcs in front of him.

Danas stood 20 meters in front of the position. He moved his wrist and shouted at Grom:

So, green chieftain, what do you want to talk to me about? Surrendering to an alliance you can never win? I can't accept that. I don't have enough prisons to hold you again!

The general's voice was bold and contemptuous, which made the human defenders behind him burst into laughter. Danas was satirizing the orcs with facts. After all, behind him was the cage where the orc captives were held.

The morale of both sides has also become high due to the confrontation between the leaders of the two sides.

You're very talkative, Danath, and I hope your ax is as nimble as your tongue.

Grom snorted disdainfully, pointed his finger at the human captives behind him, and shouted loudly:

But before we actually fight, I want to exchange prisoners with you, 2,000 human soldiers who have discarded their armor and armor, for 4,700 orcs imprisoned behind you! Don't you call yourself civilized and benevolent? Huh? Now, let me see your civilization!

Danas frowned at this request, and he looked back at the Grand Knight Mograine who was also puzzled. Both of them were veterans of the Second World War, and they were more familiar with the simple and rough style of the orcs than anyone else. , and the exchange of prisoners has never occurred in previous wars.

Don't promise him, Danas.

With a trace of paladin's pity, Mograine glanced at the human captives captured by the orcs, and said in a low voice:

This deal is not worth it, and I seriously doubt whether these orcs, who have no honor at all, will fulfill their promises. Most importantly, once the captives are handed over to them, we will...

We will lose the last hole card, I know, Mograine.

Danas nodded slightly to Mograine:

Things are weird. Obviously, these orcs want to liberate the captives, but they are unwilling to pay too many casualties. This is in conflict with their usual style of behavior. Although we don't know why they did this, we can use this One point, we need more time than they do.

What the hell are you muttering about?

Grom was a little impatient, and he shouted loudly:

Hit if you want to fight, hurry up if you want to exchange...I can't wait to chop off your heads!

Are you in such a hurry to go to hell?

Danas turned around and scolded very bluntly:

The green skins are stupid. Of course, the alliance will not give up the life of any member, but the exchange of more than 6,000 people is something I can't decide, and frankly speaking, I can't trust you!

Then let you see my sincerity!

Grom raised his left hand, and this action made Danas and Mograine vigilant at the same time. Behind him, the archers also pointed their weapons at the orcs, but to everyone's surprise However, after Grom raised his arm, at least a hundred human captives were pushed out of the orc camp. Instead of beheading their heads from behind, the orc executioners cut off the ropes and gave these soldiers freedom.

Seeing those free human soldiers being kicked out of the orc camp under the punches and kicks of the orcs, not only General Danas and Grand Knight Mograine were dumbfounded, even the released captives themselves were dumbfounded.

Many of them were ready to die, and planned to kill themselves when necessary, but now, seeing their companions walking through the open space between the two sides and returning to the human camp safely, all of them felt a sense of tremor in their hearts. Doubts arose.

Did these orcs take the wrong medicine today?

What the hell are they going to do?

I have shown my sincerity! Danas, where is your sincerity?

Grom asked arrogantly, and his strangely accented human language sounded on the weird battlefield:

Swap? Or go to war! The choice, I leave it to you!

Sweat was streaming down Danath Trollbane's forehead. He was not afraid of fighting to the death with the orcs on the battlefield. He was used to that kind of fighting, but now, the orcs, who had always been reckless, were clearly doing something. The conspiracy he didn't understand made the iron-like will of this battlefield warrior rarely shaken.

He looked back at the great knight of Lordaeron, and Mograine shook his head towards him. There was also a hint of undisguised doubt in the eyes of this great knight.

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I don't know how the situation in Arathi Heights is going.

The ruins of the original Durnholde Castle have been transformed into a large prisoner of war camp a few years ago. More than 5,000 orcs were held here. Now that the frontline battle is tense, the paladins from Lordaeron have taken over here. The defense here is built like steel.

But now, the paladin Uther and his friend Tirion Fordring are standing on the wall of the prisoner-of-war camp, worrying about the war in Arathi Highlands. Once the assembled orcs break through the defense of Arathi Highlands, more than 50,000 The orcs would turn around in an instant and charge into the Hillsbrad foothills, the worst possible future.

Maybe we should allocate some people to support Mograine and Danas.

Uther said to Fording:

The withdrawal of Gilneas and Quel'Thalas has seriously weakened the strength of the alliance. Relying solely on Stormgard's army cannot stop the orcs. Gaselis is a bit reckless. If his attitude can Better, and maybe we can bring the two legions of Stratholme with us.

The middle-aged traditional noble Fording nodded silently, but he didn't seem to want to say too much on issues related to royal power, so he shifted the topic to another direction:

Dunholde has an army of 14,000 men, and I can take 4,000 of them...maybe with Dathrohan we can disrupt the orc supply lines from the rear, like we did on the Burning Steppes.

Well, this is a good plan. Relying on the high mobility of the knights, we can move between the hills and the highlands, so that no matter the orcs attack there, we can react in time...

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While the two commanders were talking, they saw that in front of the drawbridge outside the castle, the patrolling soldier who had gone out a few minutes ago appeared at the gate of the city again, and behind him, there were several orcs.

This weird scene made Uther and Fording look at each other, and the two hurried towards the city gate under the protection of the guards.

After a while, Uther saw the patrolling soldiers with strange faces, and also saw the leaders of the orcs. He pulled out the warhammer on his back and shouted:

Orgrim! You fugitive, what are you doing here?

Fording's response was more direct:

Soldiers, arrest him!

Facing the surrounding soldiers, Orgrim was not nervous, and even reached out to stop the young orc behind him from clenching his weapon. He looked back at Uther and Fording, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

I am the special envoy of the orc clan. This time, I come with a peaceful wish! I want to meet your king!

All kings!