"Honorable Hammer of Doom, you're going to attack that castle?" The chief of the Bloodcave Clan, Kirrog Deatheye, stood on a small hill in the Arathi Heights, his only one-eye, flashing red, as he looked at the magnificent fortress that had suddenly become busy in the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Until now, Kilrog couldn't believe that he could stand on this northern subcontinent so easily, and even though he did step on a solid hillside under his feet, he still felt incredulous.

At this point, who will miss Blackhan the Destroyer, who died at the hands of Orgrim? Whoever can bring victory to the Horde will follow in Kilrog's footsteps.

Instead of fighting a beach-grabbing landing with a well-trained human navy in Nanhai Town, or storming the towering walls of the Dammmod Fortress, you can simply build a bridge formed by the Frost Road on the narrow sea, and you can pass through the human cordon, penetrate deep into their hinterland, and approach their royal city.

Now that I think about it, the principle of the whole battle plan is not complicated - the waters full of reefs, the humans have not arranged for the army to guard it, and even the fishermen will not live in the vicinity, which also gives the orc army a good concealment; But just as he didn't know that the dwarves of the Wine Festival would drink all night, he didn't think that he could use the poor and weak ability of the Death Knights to control the frost to build an ice path on the sea.

Thinking of this, Kilrog looked ahead of him, where the Horde's Grand Chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer, wore the legendary weapon that glittered with black plate armor - a warhammer was carried on his shoulders - and the origin of his name.

"I don't know, Kilrog." Orgrim turned around, a strange smile on his face.

"Don't know?" Kilrog repeated Orgrim's words - he was puzzled, a wise man like Orgrim could be confused sometimes.

"There are many choices, Kilrog, we have many choices......" Ogrim patted Kilrog on the shoulder and said with some emotion.

"From here, to the southwest, is the northern end of the Sador Bridge." Orgrim pointed with his hand, regardless of whether Kilrog knew the terrain of the continent as well as he did, maybe he didn't really want to show Kilrog the direction of the future, but just wanted to find a less stupid-looking fellow to share the countless ideas in his chest.

"If all goes well, by this time, Zuhd and Grom should have taken the fortress of Dammod; But then, they will face a fierce resistance from the human army, and even with the help of the Red Dragon, it will not be easy to break through the defenses there. Therefore, our first choice is to go south to help them, to attack from both sides, to capture the Sadol Bridge as soon as possible, and open up the passage between the two subcontinents. Ogrim said his first option.

Kilrog thought about it for a moment, and although he didn't know much about the terrain, he also roughly understood the meaning of this strategic plan. Kilrog thought it was a good battle plan - the human territory on this continent was vast, and there were many castles that were difficult to attack; The large siege engines could not pass through the Frost Road, and the only supplies of the orcs were left in the Baladine Bay, and if the Sador Bridge could be captured, the next military operation would be much easier. But listening to what Ogrim meant, he didn't seem to want to implement this plan?

"It was a good idea, but now there is a little surprise...... I'm sure you'll remember that not long ago, our army was discovered by a human outpost. Orgrim sighed and shook his head.

Kilrog remembered, of course, that they hadn't gone far after they had landed on the northern subcontinent via the Frost Trail when they discovered a human outpost. While the roaring orc warriors quickly tore several of the human soldiers at the outpost to shreds, they didn't have time to stop the humans from lighting the beacon fire at the top of the outpost's tower before they died.

"It will be a while for us to travel from here to the Sadol Bridge, but in that time the human griffon messengers will be able to spread the news of our landing to each of their kingdoms. Even if we can quickly open the Sadol Bridge, we will not get any supplies in this barren land, and eventually, our warriors will ...... Starve. Orgrim spread his hands and gestured helplessly.

"So, what about the second option?" Kilrog asked hurriedly.

"The second option is to capture the castle in front of you. This is Fort Riptide, the capital of a human kingdom and the only fortress in the land that can be defended. By occupying this place, we will have new supplies, and the humans here will become our slaves, making all kinds of instruments for us, and of course, they can also become our ...... Food. At that time, we have the capital to consume, we only need to hold this place firmly and drag the reinforcements that humans want to support the defense line of the Sadol Bridge, then Zuhd and Grom will finally open the Sadol Bridge with the help of the Red Dragon, and after the meeting, we can pass through the last line of defense of the human race, the wall of Soradin. Behind that wall is the richest of the hills, the hills of Hillsbrad, where we can be supplied with food and supplies, and after that, if all goes well, we will take all of Azeroth. Ogrim spoke of another option.

"No matter how many options you have, I only hope that your decision will satisfy my people's thirst for killing." The Troll Emperor Zujin had come to the hill at some point, his face still veiled, and the wound on his severed left shoulder was bandaged—only Orgrim knew that he had recreated it himself before crossing the sea—and the fanatical Troll Emperor regenerated his left arm, then severed it again.

"So honorable Doomhammer, which option would you choose?" Kilrog asked curiously, he really couldn't tell the difference between the two options - the first was a bit tight on time, and the second was more difficult to implement - the fortress in front of him was not so easy to occupy, especially since the orc army did not carry any siege equipment.

"I'll choose the third option." A strange smile appeared on Orgrim's lips.

"The third? What is the third option? Kilrog asked, puzzled.

Ogrim didn't answer. In Kilrog's astonished gaze, the Great Chief of the Orcs turned around and looked at a large black dot that suddenly rose from the Riptide Fort in the distance by the blue and white moonlight, and muttered, "Fly, fly, I hope you can all reach your destination safely, my messengers." ”