Strategy and tactics have never been omnipotent, and the ogre tactics of the orcs have been delayed for more than half a month, which is already the limit.

As more and more information appeared that the orcs had basically completed their plan to drive out the ogre, the casualties reports of the special operations team were piling up.

Carlos regrouped his troops, reorganized them, and prepared for a large corps operation.

At this time, the arrival of an unexpected guest aroused Carlos's high vigilance.

"Chromie?"

"Well, it's me. Is there anything to eat? I'm starving. ”

"Won't you hunt yourself?"

"Grace, hunting what doesn't match my identity."

“……”

“……”

"Don't you want to say something?"

"Don't you want to ask something?"

"Don't want to ......"

"Okay, when you think about it, I'll answer you, help me get something to eat."

Carlos could see Chromie's exhaustion, a kind of exhaustion that had lost his spirit.

God knows what this strange bronze dragon has done on the continent of Draenor in the days when the Alliance has taken control of the Dark Gate.

However, it's clear that Carlos doesn't want to have much to do with Chromie, especially the kind of relationship that has to be remembered after being used by the bronze dragons.

I can't forget the dragon on the outskirts of Keldaron, the black and white erased color, the compassionate eyes.

The little dwarf in front of him, Carlos instinctively rejected her and it was a dragon.

The style of painting is wrong.

Sending his men to take Chromie to the cafeteria to get food, Carlos returned to his place to sort out the information.

The situation at the Dark Gate was deteriorating, and about five days ago, purple magic vortices visible to the naked eye began to appear on both sides of the Dark Gate.

Although the mages told the soldiers that this was normal, Khadgar privately revealed to Carlos ————that it was a sign of an imbalance in energy, and that the Dark Gate's stability was declining, slowly, but irreversibly.

At least the current Khadgar doesn't have much to do to stabilize the Dark Gate.

The new crisis has temporarily calmed the dispute in Lordaeron, the generals of almost all countries have submitted private war reports to their kings, the bigwigs who have just recovered from the threat of the orcs are nervous again, the idea of a unified war of resistance is overwhelming, the alliance's war machine has shown super efficiency, and the follow-up materials are constantly being transferred, and reinforcements are also being collected.

But in the short term, Carlos still has only that many hole cards in his hand.

It's enough to see, but it doesn't have the qualifications to be open.

On the orc's side, it is still Kilrog's Blood Cave Clan that maintains friction with Carlos, their one-eyed features are very easy to identify, the other clans do not seem to have any intention of clashing head-on with the Alliance, and Naozu's intelligence is zero.

The mysterious tribal leader seems to have no intention of going toe-to-toe with the Alliance, except to drive the ogre.

The intelligence was insufficient, and Carlos could not judge the overall movements of the tribe.

According to the freed Draenei slaves, when the orcs invaded Azeroth, they drove at least 50,000 Draenei to serve as drudgers. By the time the Alliance defeated the Horde, fewer than a hundred Draenei had been rescued, and all the rest had died in heavy labor.

Instead of taking the risk to find Veron, it is better to wait for Velonon to come to him. That's exactly why Carlos cast these Draenei survivors.

Although it is cruel to say it, the lives of Alliance soldiers are worth more than those Draenei slaves, and it is stupid to rashly send people to contact the Draenei before they have the initiative on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, almost two months have passed, and there has been no news.

But Carlos doesn't mind, whether those Draenei people can find their compatriots or not is their fate, you don't see a certain Draenei jeweler rooted in Autrante to earn money by craft, and his wife and children are already hot.

The orcs didn't have the idea of rallying their main forces to fight Carlos, and Carlos wouldn't have a hot brain to fight Gromsh. Hell roars for a pinnacle battle.

There are too many secrets of Draenor to be unearthed in a moment, and Carlos's ultimate goal is still Naru.

The medium is vinylon.

Therefore, after stabilizing the situation in the Tanarian jungle, whether it is to go west to Talado or explore the Shadowmoon Valley by sea and land, it is an excellent choice.

There is no need for the Alliance to fight a decisive battle with the Horde in a strange land in an unfamiliar land if it is not well prepared.

So Carlos read the intricate information and thought about how to maximize his strength in the upcoming battle.

That's right, Carlos never saw ogres as a terrible threat.

Especially ogres driven by orcs.

If it is the hanging ogre of the Gaoria Empire, Carlos will be nervous, those centurions and thousand-necks who want people's lives are all ruthless characters who single-handedly take on the orc swordmaster, and those ogre wizards are full of tricks, and they are even more difficult to prevent.

However, according to the information sent back from the front, the army of ogres who were driven south by the orcs was scattered, and only a few had armor such as armor and shields.

An ogre can easily crush an Alliance soldier, ten ogres can defeat ten Alliance knights, and a hundred ogres can only fight a hundred paladins and a thousand ogres if there are no wizards among them...... They will fight on their own.

It's easy for orcs to drive away ogres, but for ogres to attack the Dark Gate, there's a huge flaw in itself.

That's the problem of Overseer.

It's still a cliché, the choice of the battlefield.

Ogres are generally three meters tall and four meters away, and there are only a few places where ogres can really be lined up.

Setting up obstacles and traps in advance can also delay the ogre army for several days, layer upon layer of defense, shrink defenses, and delay for many days.

During the period, the assassination team was excluded from the orc supervision team, sniping the ogre leader, and it was possible to buy time.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tanarian jungle was crisscrossed by a network of water and a large river rushing into the sea, Carlos would have been ready to use the rotten trick of poisoning and filling the well.

The calculations of the orcs are not evil.

But those who are morale will be exhausted in one go, and then decline, and then exhausted.

The seemingly unstoppable army of ogres, as long as it is dealt with properly, is no more difficult than killing pigs.

To use a metaphor that travels through time and space, it's like someone else's fourteen-minute super-god frenzied battle, the big brother of the dragon's heart, the five-headed two-headed cannibal magician, and your family's soul ring straw sandals, mango chain mail, and a six-god blue fat man with a saluted TP.

Carlos can proudly say that he made full use of the information asymmetry, despised the tribe strategically, and valued the ogre tactically, without embarrassing many of the traversers' predecessors.

While thinking about these complicated military affairs, and calculating the political considerations on Lordaeron's side, Carlos did not notice the passage of time, and before he knew it, it was dark.

When I looked back and felt hungry, I realized that Chromie had actually set up a miniature rocking chair and was reading a book by the side, with a small blanket on his legs, and the pattern was a black and white bear......

“……”

I don't know where to start with a thousand words, Carlos is running out of words.

"I'll give you a suggestion, go out for a walk, you will have hemorrhoids if you sit for a long time."

Chromie suggested with a kind grandmother-like smile.

"Aha?"

Carlos suspects that he is having auditory hallucinations.

"I'll give you another useful message, bureaucracy kills people."

Chromie activates Stick mode.

"Please speak humanly."

Carlos felt a little dizzy, and he hated it the most.

"Then you're going to ask me what I'm doing with you."

Chromie made the offer.

Carlos stood up and walked out of his office.

"Goodbye."

The sunset over the Tanarian jungle is spectacular and beautiful, standing on a high slope with a sea of trees in the distance, and at the end of the sea of trees is the magnificence of the sea.

Below him was the camp of the Alliance army, and behind him was the strange depth of the Dark Gate, and Carlos was intoxicated, and his heart suddenly stirred.

Something is going to happen.

A strong sixth sense tells Carlos that something is about to happen.

"Come out!"

Carlos snorted suddenly.

The two guards around him immediately drew their weapons and stood guard behind Carlos, one left and one right.

"You're alert, more than I expected."

The orc whisper made the guards want to shout, but Carlos stopped them.

Because a slender figure removed its disguise and appeared out of thin air in a place that was originally empty.

"Draenei?"

Pale bluish purple skin, two small horns on the top of the head, and a small tail behind the buttocks...... The boobs are still so big.

If you don't guess wrong, this one in front of you is a hoof girl, ahh

Although he was surprised by the other party's use of orc language, Carlos's curiosity was attracted by the tall boots of the woman in front of him.

Thief Nima Stick, Velen is worthy of being an old god stick, and he actually invented this prop to overcome the congenital defects of the Delaney thief. The minotaur on the other side of the sea must not be allowed to get !!

Carlos, who found himself distracted, quickly got serious and greeted the other side in Delaney.

"May the Light bless you, and the Prophet Velun well?"

"Uh...... Do you speak our language? ”

"I'm fluent in Elven, Dwarven, Orc, Troll, Draenei, and can communicate with foreign people in Fish-Man, Kobold, and even some Salas, and if you can't understand it, think I'm only in two languages, lingua franca and a foreign language."

Silently pretending, Carlos signaled to his subordinates not to be ashamed, and the girl in the armor did not draw her sword at all.

"Great, it happened suddenly, and I was sent by the Prophet on a communication mission before I had time to learn your language specifically. As a result, there was a language barrier, and two of my companions were detained by your people, so I was in a hurry, so I had to sneak in, I'm really sorry. I thought, if you win against the orcs, there must be someone who can understand the orc language. As a result, I was embarrassed to poke me with a knife as soon as I spoke orc language. But don't worry, I didn't hit the jack, they just fainted. By the way, I'm looking for a guy named Calus, Mr. Translator, can you show me the way? ”

"Wait, girl, wait, you speak too fast, the accent is too heavy, the amount of information is too much, let me ......"

"Or ...... Let's communicate in orc language. ”

"Are you looking down on my professionalism?"

"No, no, Mr. Translator, you can sort it out first."

"Well, what do you call the girl?"

"My name is Maisie. What about you, Mr. Translator? ”

"My name is Carlos."

"What a coincidence, the pronunciation of the name of the person I'm looking for is similar."

"Yes, our human names all sound the same, just a few letters over and over again."

The two guards can understand that their own king has a good impression of this alien woman, and is talking nonsense.

Come on, let's watch the show.

Thinking the same way, it was Chromie, who was growing mushrooms in the grass.

Laughing, Chromie used a twig to scratch a sample dragon preschool lesson from the dragon textbook on the ground.

Roughly speaking, it means: milk dead rabbit rice vinegar, annoying, three grams of oil, my oil, the crime rabbit.