Azeroth’s Death Track

Gul'dan's betrayal was not as simple as slapping the warchief hard on the surface.

He took the Ravager and Twilight's Hammer clans with him, and although fewer than 3,000 orc soldiers eventually followed him to the Tomb of Sargeras, and most of them died there, they were scattered to attract More than 6,000 orcs who pursued the attention of the soldiers have now been trapped to death in the northern land.

Orgrim also dispatched 3,000 members of the Black-toothed Grinning clan to hunt down Gul'dan. Calculated in this way, he lost nearly 10,000 warriors, and the Dragonmaw clan lost their chief Zuluhed, and also There was a big split, at least one-third of the Dragonmaw orcs stayed in Quel'Thalas to avenge Zuluhed, and the brutal war against Lordaeron and the rear army that stayed in the hills to pull the Alliance also lost nearly 20,000 soldiers.

Calculated in this way, almost half of the nearly 70,000 orcs who followed Orgrim into the northern border had been lost.

And the most terrible thing is that during the few days of retreat, a strange disease suddenly broke out in the tribe, just like a common cold, but the orcs infected with this disease will become weak, like Lost all will to fight the same.

In this case, every ounce of Orgrim's army is very precious, and he can't let Brox bring the troops from Blackrock Spire. The warchief knows very well that if Wetlands and Khaz Modan Fallen, the army of Blackrock Spire is the last hope for the tribe to come back, and they cannot be used here.

Korkron, can you still fight?

The Great Chief stood outside the city of Grim Batol. In front of his eyes were 3,000 soldiers of the Korkaron Guards. This was an elite division dedicated to defending the Great Chief. The strange disease had also infected Kulka. Long's fighters, but these elites did not completely lose their fighting spirit. Although they were also very tired, in front of the great chief, the fighters still brandished their weapons and shouted his name loudly.

This reaction made Orgrim very satisfied. He turned over and rode on his black war wolf, brandishing his war hammer:

Then come with me! Let's go and defeat those alliance dogs!

For the Horde!

Ho Ho Ho Ho

A green turbid current rushed into the wetlands and quickly rushed towards the distant Saldo Bridge. On the magnificent Saldo Bridge battlefield, the alliance's paladins had already entered the tightly guarded bridge.

Feel the power of the Holy Light!

The great knight Turalyon swung the epee in his hand, and chopped down the ferocious-looking orc to the ground. He roared and stretched out his hand, and the intense holy light gathered into a hammer in his hand, smashing the head of the orc assassin beside him. Turned into pieces, Turalyon took a step forward and helped a wounded Alliance soldier up. The warm holy light rushed into his body. Within 3 seconds, the soldier regained his strength and roared. Entered the battlefield again.

Blood flowed into rivers on the originally white and majestic bridge, and the shouts of killing from both sides resounded loudly. In front of him, Uther waved his warhammer bravely, leading the heavily armed paladins forward firmly, Marshal Lothar He also brought his personal guards, the exiled knights of Stormwind known as the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and charged with Uther.

The marshal wore a bright red cloak, and he didn't care about his old body at all. Wherever the touch of red went, the iron horse knights waved their weapons and followed behind the marshal, their bravery was unbelievable.

And behind him, the recruits led by Tirion Fordring were not inferior. The battlefield of the bridge was not enough for the soldiers to set up their battles. Facing the orcs who were strictly defending, the Quel'Thalas Ranger Legion sent Deadly use, their commander is Alleria Windrunner, the ranger captain is as cold as ice after returning from her hometown, under her rational and cold command, whenever the orcs want to fight back , the precise rain of arrows will fall from the sky.

There are also mages in Dalaran. After learning the painful experience, they no longer gather together, but follow the knights in small groups. Every time they occupy a stronghold, a purple defensive barrier will appear. It is used to gather wounded soldiers and stabilize the rear passage.

When the scorching fireball dragged its long tail flame across the battlefield and smashed into the group of orcs, the scorching flames could always help the knights clear a path covered in ashes.

The 1,000 paladins were like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of these orcs fiercely, and like the most tenacious heavy shields, standing tenaciously in the tide-like counterattack of the orcs.

Seen from the sky at night, they are like boulders in the river, bit by bit, eating away at the bridge controlled by the orcs.

The Sardo Bridge is nearly one kilometer long. In this cruel night, this kilometer has been smeared into a terrible road of flesh and blood. Every step forward will bring down an eternal and fearless soul. Let the soldiers forget the horror of death. Where courage surges, fear has no place to stand, and even cruel death has to retreat.

Gryphon Rider! Lift off!

The Wildhammer Gryphon Knights, led by the leader Kurdran Wildhammer, carried a large amount of explosives into the night sky. The Wildhammer dwarf with the battle pattern on his face looked worriedly at the almost The bridge was crowded with orcs, he gritted his teeth, and took out two alchemical bombs from the pocket of the griffin's saddle.

The bridge built by the copperbeard dwarves probably isn't that easy to blow up...

Kurdran ignited the bomb in his hand, pinpointed the position, and threw the bomb towards the crowd behind the orcs. Dozens of Griffin Riders followed suit. Soon, those alchemists who were thrown into the orc army The bomb exploded, like an endless line of fire. The explosion of hundreds of bombs completely blocked the support from the front and rear of the orcs.

And those alchemy bombs made by dwarf craftsmen who were ingenious and crazy enough exploded at the tail of the Sardo Bridge, causing the solid bridge bricks to fly with smashed flesh and blood, and even made the whole bridge shake. up.

Dozens of mages teamed up to prop up the magic barrier covering most of the stone bridge, blocking the aftermath of the explosion from the human soldiers. The pungent gunpowder smoke completely enveloped the night battlefield in just an instant. After that, Uther raised his head and saw the orcs fleeing in all directions, whose morale had completely collapsed in the bombing from the sky.

Paladin! Go!

For the Holy Light! For the Alliance!

The great knight grabbed the hammer and rushed into the battlefield ahead, stepping on the flesh and blood on the ground. Behind him, Marshal Lothar also swung his long sword. The soldiers of the alliance shouted victory, and broke through the bridge at the end of the bridge in one go For a while, what was waiting in front of them was the orc army that had already lined up and was rushing up quickly.

Obviously, the orcs don't intend to give up the Sardo Bridge to humans so easily.

Antonidas! It's your turn! Don't let the sacrifice of the warriors go to waste!

The marshal with his face covered in blood clenched the sound transmission rune stone in his hand. On the other side of the bridge, in the palace astrologer at the top of the huge Stromgarde, Dalla, wearing a white robe and holding a staff of ice, However, Archmage Antonidas glanced at the archmages behind him, he stroked his long beard, and a flash of determination flashed in his wise eyes.

Come on! Companions, temporarily put aside the conflicts between us. This blow is for Dalaran! For the mages who died at the hands of the orcs.

The six archmages of the Council of Six rarely appear together at the same time. They don't have much expression on their faces. They belong to different magic factions and have many conflicts with each other. But being here today already represents their attitude.

The six archmages stood at the corner of the huge six-pointed star array at their feet. Under the auspices of Antonidas, his staff waved and gathered the magic power of the six archmages. While the colorful magic power emerged, The coordinates that had been calculated countless times long ago were determined by the archmage. In the sky of the wetland, on the curtain of the night, an almost identical hexagram circle was reflected on the sky.

Feel the wrath of Dalaran! Our magic will tear the Horde to shreds!

boom

During the surge of magic power, the scorching sky fire is like a waterfall, pouring down from the hexagram in the sky, the scorching flames form a pillar of flames above the sky and the earth, the scorching temperature, even if you are far away Kilometers can also be felt.

This flame illuminated the night sky, and even more illuminated the victory of the alliance. The orc camp was completely engulfed by the flames, and together with thousands of orcs, they were completely buried by the flames. After 15 seconds of skyfire magic, the muddy swamp around the alliance soldiers was completely evaporated, making the ground firm and creating a perfect battlefield for the knights who came after them.

This kind of skyfire magic, which is extremely lethal and has a strong impact on the environment, is rarely used by mages in Dalaran. The last time it was used was during the Troll War 2800 years ago. With the power of hundreds of mages, a single attack completely changed the situation of the battle at that time and completely buried the kingdom of forest trolls.

And the disaster that fell from the sky completely smashed the last will of the orcs to resist. Although there are still nearly ten thousand orcs on this battlefield, with the death of the commander here, the entire battlefield under the night has become Get confused.

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Danas Trollbane buckled the helmet's visor, and brandished a war halberd in his hand, with the flags of Stromgarde and the kingdom of Stormgarde wrapped around the war halberd, he manipulated the armored horse and charged forward Entering the Sardo Bridge, which was completely cleared in front of him, behind him, the knights of Stromgarde who had been prepared for a long time roared and followed closely.

Then there are the Knights of Lordaeron, the Knights of Stormwind...

When the heavy cavalry, the most threatening human being, charged into the battlefield, the orcs who were still fighting collapsed completely.

Victorious!

Marshal Lothar clenched his fists excitedly, his voice sounded amidst the sparks of the battlefield:

Glory belongs to the Alliance! The Horde's doom is at hand... Go! Soldiers, drive them out of our land!

And at the moment when the piercing pillar of fire lit up in the darkness, Orgrim tightened the reins of the war wolf. These wise beasts sensed the crisis ahead, and they howled and refused to move forward.

The great chief was only less than 10 kilometers away from the battlefield at this time, but he looked at the position where the pillar of fire fluttered, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

I lost.

Orgrim shook his head, filled with some kind of frustration in his heart, but soon, he put aside the frustration that shouldn't have appeared, and he turned around and shouted to Kor'Kron's captain:

Get ready to gather the remnants! Set up a defensive line around Grim Batol...make Kilrogg abandon the port, we...we should retreat.

The Great Chief!

Sergeant Kor'kron yelled:

We can still fight! We can't just retreat! We can't give up this land to the Alliance Dogs!

Nobody wants to just give up like that!

Orgrim roared, venting out the pent-up anger in his heart:

But the wetlands are infinitely defensible! Don't forget, the dwarves and gnomes in Khaz Modan have been secretly resisting us. Once they get in touch with the alliance, the snow-capped mountains in Khaz Modan will completely become our graves. ...

Retreat.

The great chief looked helplessly at the distant battlefield, and he said unwillingly:

The fall of the wetlands is only a matter of time. Khaz Modan can't hold it anymore. He retreats to the Scorching Canyon and the Burning Plains, and joins Brox. Blackrock Spire is our last line of defense. If the Alliance is still confident in attacking there, we will It will make them suffer a lot!

By the way, haven't the news about Reid and Maim come back yet?

The warchief asked in a low voice, Sergeant Kor'kron hastily handed over a letter written in animal skins, and replied:

No, Warchief, just before we set off, we received word from them... Gul'dan died, on the Great Sea, and Chief Rend brought back his heart.

good!

The light in Orgrim's eyes shone instantly, he clenched his fists, and said freely:

That bastard Gul'dan died well! It's really cheap for him!

Let Red sail directly to the western wilderness, and land there to meet us at Blackstone Mountain. The fleet they bring back can also bring back a batch of food and grass. Red...it seems that he will be a qualified chieftain of Blackstone. .”