After half a month of defensive battles for crop harvesting, the tribe's offensive strategy changed from grabbing grain to destroying farmland to attacking grain carriers and barns.

Half a month of intensive fighting, and more than 10,000 League soldiers slept among the mountains and rivers of the Hillbride Hills. However, estimating the results of the battle, the alliance found that in this kind of small-scale engagement, the battle loss ratio between the alliance and the tribe was much lower than that of the battle loss ratio when the large army was fighting.

After analyzing Anduin Lothar and his staff, they believe that the cause is due to the following factors.

On the first side, the main army of the alliance led by Anduin has always maintained a high-pressure posture against the tribe, and the large number of fortifications in the main war zone has involved a lot of energy from the tribe. At this time, the advantage of the orcs being less than the alliance was magnified, and in local engagements, the ratio of the number of troops between the alliance and the tribe could be as high as four to one or even five to one, which was far higher than the previous estimate of the critical value of the strength of the individual combat force of one to three, which caused a crushing situation for the tribe.

Second, although the alliance has lost nearly half of its troops since the beginning of the war, there is no doubt that the remaining soldiers who have experienced the baptism of war have grown rapidly, and the overall combat effectiveness of the alliance has improved.

Thirdly, the Paladin's excellence was beyond everyone's expectations, even Alonsos Fao, the father of the Paladin. Because of Carlos's inspiration for this specification, the members of the first and second phases of the Silver Hand Knights took many detours in the path of light. The Crusader Strike, the more rational way of casting the Holy Light, the Holy Light Shield, which has excellent defensive performance against both physics and magic, and the Fist of Sanction that uses the Holy Light to impact the enemy's spirit, these widely spread Holy Light techniques have made the Paladin's strongest spear and shield in the Alliance. The Divine Storm unleashed by Urthel on the battlefield dominated the outcome of a battle, and the powerful Divine Light Storm swept through everyone within 100 yards, leaving the enemy bruised and the friendly forces alive, and the situation was reversed in an instant. Afterwards, Tulayan's nickname for Uther spread widely, and the Lightbringer became his exclusive title.

Now, whenever there is danger, the first thing that comes to Lothar's mind is the paladins of the Silver Hand.

The fourth and most important aspect is the addition of the Griffon Knights, bringing the Sky Battlefield back to parity from one-sided tribal advantage. In order to keep the sea lines of communication flowing, at least half of the Horde's Red Dragons travel between the wetlands and the Hillbride Hills. The remaining half of the Red Dragons were unable to form a numerical superiority over the Brute Hammer Dwarven Storm Sky Cavalry Regiment, and were instead scarred.

In the first large-scale aerial battle, Furstad Brute Hammer scored three hat-tricks and killed nine red dragons in one battle, shocking everyone on the battlefield, and King Terenus of Lordaeron was gifted the title of Honorary Baron of Furstad. Because of the importance of Furstad Brutehammer's rise to the air, he liked to wear a red turban on his head, and the name of the red baron spread far and wide. Another hero of the Hammer Dwarves, Kudran Hammer, and his eldest brother, Snowfury, are known as the White Devil by the tribe because they specialize in killing adult red dragons. Hearing the name from the captives of the Dragonthroat Clan, Kudran Copperbeard laughed and said to the people around him, "I want this name!"

Although the Hilbride war zone only harvested less than 30% of the grain in previous years, the bumper harvest in the Tirisfa and Stratholme areas relieved all the kings, and there should be no starvation of people to death.

However, when Terenus forcibly transferred Brill's grain without Alex Barov's consent, Carlos smelled something strange. Although Alex Barov endured this for the sake of the overall situation, Tyrenus also compensated the Barov family afterwards, which is this kind of trampling on the rights of the lord, not like the scheming Tyrenus would do. There was not enough intelligence, and Carlos couldn't make much judgment.

It's been almost half a month since the end of the crop harvesting defense, and almost half of Carlos' men are dead. Even he didn't know why, Carlos refused the help of his subordinates and insisted on writing a death notice for the family of every soldier who died in the corps.

From returning to camp for three days to now, Carlos has been writing about meals every day, except for his routine two-hour exercise time. Ymir once tried to ask Dandema Blue Feather or Archmage Fang Brick to persuade Carlos, but the two were impressed by Imir's loyalty and refused him.

"Except for the miscellaneous wrecks of Vandal Deerhelm, which elven general did not write the death notice by hand, it is the general's obligation. Dandema Blue Feather said.

"That's the bitter medicine for medical psychic wounds, you should feel good about having such a general. Fang Brick said.

Although he seems to understand whether he understands or not, Ymir is not trying to persuade Carlos, but just silently doing his job.

After another two days, Carlos looked at the long list of dead and finally left the last few dozen names, and decided to stay up all night to catch up on the work. He didn't want to wake up to those sad template words again.

"Dear Ms. XXX,

Your son fought XXXXX with XXXX in XXX battles. WE CAN ASSURE YOU THAT OO.OOO IS A TRUE WARRIOR. He walked peacefully, and the Alliance thanked you for nurturing such a brave man of integrity. ”

There are more than a dozen similar letter templates Carlos, and the more you write, the more bitter your heart becomes.

Towards the evening of today, eight squadrons of reinforcements arrived in the camp, most of them were newly recruited rookies, and only one squadron was transferred from the main battle area. The rookie recruits are simply a bunch of farmers who have just put down their hoes, and it is time to turn off the lights and go to bed, and they have not yet finished packing up.

Carlos was so noisy that he wanted to come and gather urgently to give the recruits some dismounting, but after thinking about it, it was the veterans who were busy in the end.

"Guards, go and tell Sù Ymir and a few wing commanders, they can't be done in half an hour, and no one will sleep tonight. Carlos, who was immersed in writing, gave the order, and one of the two guards at the door immediately came in to salute, and then ran away.

As he wrote, the noise of the camp was quiet, and Carlos nodded in satisfaction and continued to work, but the uneasiness from his sixth sense made him stop writing.

Look up, be satisfied with what's wrong, and continue to write.

No! I must have missed something!

The sudden sensation caused Carlos to stand up sharply, deliberately making a loud noise, and the remaining guard at the door did not react.

Three daggers in the shadows stabbed Carlos with a dark green glow.

Damn, I just let the bald brother go out on a mission the day before yesterday, and I was assassinated today, is the alliance just a qualified thief for the bald brother?

Carlos faced a nirvana and had the heart to look at the Assassin's face.

Three Assassins, two men and one woman, were all green-skinned. It doesn't look like a purebred orc, it is smaller than an orc, and has traces of a human appearance. Carlos suddenly remembered Garona, and then thought that it should be the shadow assassin group composed of half-orcs under Gul'dan.

Dressed in civilian clothes, the weapon was on the weapon rack three meters away, Carlos was not panicked.

"Holy Wrath!" shouted the skill moves, not just a habitual pretense, but also to attract the attention of the other guards.

The furious power of the Light erupted with Carlos' loyalty, and the skin-clad Assassin was catapulted by a huge amount of energy, breaking through the thin planks of the tent and flying out.

"There's an assassin!" the guards who heard the noise sprang into action.

The two dizzy male orcs were quickly taken down by the guards who rushed in, while the female half-orcs were obviously stronger than the two companions, rolling and unloading at the first time they were knocked away, and obviously had the ability to fight.

Although the weapon was unarmed, the female orc pulled out her spare dagger and rushed up again.

"You know what?" Carlos easily lowered the female orc's tricky dagger attack and left room to speak.

"When I was little. Carlos blocked a cross-kick from the female orc with one hand.

"But I've learned how to fight with the Pandaren Warrior Monk. Carlos didn't care if the orcs understood.

"Even the Grand Master of the Warrior Monk praised me for my talent. Carlos grabbed the orc's wrist and flicked the dagger.

"That guard accompanied me from birth to death, and the sword mountain and the sea of fire broke through. The female orc suddenly jumped up and grabbed Carlos' waist with her legs, ready to use her weight and inertia to bring him down.

"He died silently under the assassination of the assassins. Carlos stepped down, and the female orc couldn't shake it off at all, but hung on Carlos with her head down.

At this time, Fang Brick, Dandema, Imir, and the captains of various wings rushed to the scene. The dense flames in the hands of the soldiers reflected the sky red.

"I'm finally about to finish writing a death notice, and you're putting me in this pain again?" Carlos grabbed the female assassin by the waist with both hands, lifting her up a little and hugging her tightly.

"Use your life to relieve the pain in my heart. Carlos began to exert his strength, and the female assassin realized what was about to happen, and struggled desperately.

However, it is of no avail.

Carlos's arms tightened and tightened, and the female assassin's eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets, and large mouthfuls of blood poured out of her throat.

Eventually, with a click, the female assassin stopped struggling, and her hands and feet were facing the ground at the same time.

There was silence for a while, and everyone didn't know what to say.

Throwing the female assassin's body away like a rag doll, Carlos roared with red eyes.

"Guldan, you eggless old dog, what's coming at me! I, Carlos Barov, am here. I, Carlos Barov, am waiting for you!"

After venting, Carlos felt slightly better.

"Officers above the squadron leader lead the team to clear the camp, and everyone else should go back to sleep. ”