(Alliance leader gavemepower plus 1720)

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Whether the High Elves want to admit it or not, the involvement of the human army has given them a chance to breathe.

Even without the elves themselves, Orgrim on the other side could clearly feel that the resistance of these long ears was rapidly increasing.

In all fairness, none of the big races that can stand tall in the forest of Azeroth's races are weak chickens.

At first, the High Elves were caught off guard, mainly because of the poor combat readiness and the fact that the talents of the entire race were a bit crooked.

They worship the mage, causing all the middle and lower elves to practice spells in a swarm regardless of whether they are talented or not, and despise all melee professions in disguise.

Their former sibling, the Night Elf huntress, could take down five or six orc soldiers in the forest at a time.

On average, the High Elf infantry is slightly worse than the orc warriors after the demon's blood has gone berserk. In addition, they are not suitable for the strength of the orcs in the early stage, and there is a lack of room for maneuver on the battlefield, the elven infantry will often suffer a big loss, and the battle loss of the elves will be compared to the loss to the grandmother's house.

McDonald's troops, giving the elves the time they needed most.

With elven mages and craftsmen working around the clock to restore it, by the beginning of April, the elves were able to place two rows of magical golems under the walls before the orcs attacked the city.

These war golems are made of a variety of metals, two stories tall and powered by magic. Until the control core is destroyed, even if there is only one arm and one leg left, it will continue to fight. And they have a good ability to distinguish between friend and foe.

The appearance of formed war puppets gave the elves whose walls were broken a solid barrier. When their most elite rangers and mages are protected enough by the avant-garde, the power grows.

Being able to shoot at will without being disturbed, any qualified ranger or mage will become a turret.

"Whew! Shout! Shout! "Arrows rain down on the city.

If it's an ordinary shot, every arrow of the Ranger is [Aim Shot].

Their superb archery skills are enough to make them most likely ignore the armor of the orcs and shoot them directly into the vital point.

Especially Windranger's arrows!

No orcs know how to protect themselves.

These blue-blue arrows always found any flaw in the orc's charge—the throat, or the eyes, or the gaping mouth, or the fleeting gap between the rudimentary breastplate and the chest.

One arrow is a life!

And the siege troops of the orcs need to break through those inorganic war puppets first!

Aside from the larger ogres, no orc warrior could stand up to these golems in terms of strength. When a slap comes down, it is often an orc's body that loses its width.

However, apart from trebuchets, the orcs received less long-range support. After losing the direct leadership of their leader, Zu Jin, the morale of the Zu Aman trolls who remained in the orc army was visibly low.

What bothers Orgrim the most is that both the Black Hand brothers, who are chasing Gul'dan, and the Grom forces on the other side of the sea, have lost contact. But the damned Stratholme army is still approaching the camp step by step.

Recently, the McDonaln troops, supported by Mograine's reserve army that remained in the hands of Tyre, have made a leap in the speed of their march, from a thousand kilometers per day...... It became a daily journey of 3,000 meters.

You see, the red has horns three times the speed, isn't it very powerful?

Compared to the elves, who were more and more difficult, Orgrim felt that McDonald was the real devil, and he had no temper.

It's not to beat him, and it's not to fight him.

The most disgusting thing is that McDonald's army is approaching Yangfan Harbor, where the last of the orc ships are docked.

McDonald did not directly lead the army to attack the rear of the main force of the orcs, but outflanked its rear path, which is the most vicious.

Now that the hunting grounds where the orcs can get their prey are getting smaller and smaller, except for the middle of the Yongge Forest, it is not safe anywhere else. Without the support of the trolls, the elven rangers and even civilians took up bows and arrows to harass the orcs endlessly.

Replenishment began to be difficult.

Orgrim didn't know if he would be able to get enough food to take Silvermoon City.

He felt like a red-eyed gambler, and across the street was a treacherous human duke desperately trying to push him to upped the ante.

No matter how you advance or retreat, you may never recover!

Varok Sarufar said in a deep voice: "Great Chief, a decision must be made. Either way, we'll be with you until the end! ”

That night, Orgrim had insomnia.

At the same time, a large dog family is comfortably tasting the fine wine of Quel'Salas in the newly built bunker.

Madonald gently swayed the wine in a goblet made of gold, allowing the aroma of the wine to come out.

More than wine, he enjoyed the adoring gaze of the famous heroes in history in front of him.

"I don't know if you believe it, if this was a game of chess, Ogrim would have been checkmate by me."

Wen Leisha took a sip of wine, her face was like a peach blossom, and she said firmly: "Believe!" ”

On the right side of the hall, Rivendell, Surrijek, Kurtaz, and Braumus raised their glasses and said in unison: "We believe it!" ”

McDonald raised his glass to the few macho men on the left side of the hall who drank juice and wore silver armor: "For justice that will not be forgotten!" ”

The other party replied in unison: "In the name of the Holy Light!" ”

Eventually, McDonaln set his sights on a nervous and excited young man in the direction of his hand: "Willie! Take it easy! As long as you hit a shot tomorrow! You're a sir! 10 guns, you are the baron. More than 30 guns, you are a viscount! ”

Willy smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency, if you say that, how can I be relaxed!" ”

McDonaln patted the 'young man' on the shoulder, who was actually older than him: "This is the test!" Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared! Now that you're ready, go and welcome the glory that belongs to you! ”

A master and a servant, and at the same time set their eyes on the majestic metal giant on the cliff.

Tomorrow, it's up to you!

On the orc's side, Orgrim finally received a message that had been delayed for nearly a month.

"What? The Territory of Andohar has been recovered by the humans, and the Warsong Clan has suffered a crushing defeat!? Ogrim couldn't believe his ears.

The orc communication is just terrible.

There was no air force, and no magic teleportation.

With no land route and a tight sea route sealed by the fleet of Kurtiras, it was with great courage and luck that the orc who delivered the message rowed all the way along the coastline north of the Tirisfal Glade in small boats to deliver the battle report and Grom's 'handwritten letter'.

The letter, written by a half-hung shaman with one of Grom's dental rings, details what happened in Lordaeron.

After listening, Orgrim only felt a cool breath from the tail vertebrae to the Heavenly Spirit Gai: "That Duke Stratholme actually came here slowly to drag my main force after defeating our orc's strongest partial division!?" ”