A fence with three piles, a hero with three gangs.

At a very young age, Orgrim understood that more people is the last word, and no matter how awesome your personal bravery is, you go and reason with the vast number of centurions and thousands of centurions in the Goria Empire!

It's not just storms that can knock down trees, but termites as well.

Therefore, after becoming the chief of the tribe, Orgrim led the troops to follow a simple principle———— each orc was against two humans, and the number of orc soldiers in each combat operation must be more than three times that of humans.

Following this principle, except for the time when he was pitted by Guldan, Orgrim did not suffer a big loss in the battle formation.

But now, Orgrim has decided to revise his principles.

Anduin. Each of Lothar's soldiers was as powerful as the orcs. Those human warriors are monsters nourished by the blood of orcs.

Bigger, Ogrim was a little annoyed.

How did what was supposed to be a simple temptation come to be like this?

Orgrim couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The combat operation itself was a blow to Red. The last hope of the black hand is an internal struggle of the pure tribe. Orgrim hoped that the old chieftain's son would remember his orc identity and give up his attempts to split the tribe. If you don't remember, then cut off Red. The black hand remained in the tail of the tribe.

The situation is surprisingly good, Red. The actions of the black hand so far have not dishonored his identity, nor have they discredited the old chief.

A sudden natural disaster destroyed the Alliance's fortifications.

And so the battle began.

But as the battle dragged on, Orgrim had a keen sense of danger.

Annihilation of Anduin. Lothar and his men were tempting options, but Orgrim's own path was not secure.

If the Alliance's War Fortress hadn't been destroyed by the Great Earthquake, Orgrim wouldn't have considered using such a small number of troops to storm it.

Without engineering equipment and logistical support, 50,000 orcs are not a small number to eat, drink, and Lazar. The food can still last three to five days, and the drinking water is annoying. The earthquake had destroyed the underground water network, and the original water sources were now dry, and Orgrim had to send at least 5,000 orcs to the south every day to find water to meet the needs of the army.

In addition to these 5,000 people, Orgrim is actually very weak-hearted, if Anduin. Lothar made a desperate bet to finish the long live charge, and with the head-on of less than 15,000 people in his hand, the victory or defeat was really five or five.

And in a few days, there will not be enough food.

Just when Orgrim's heart began to retreat, Red. The Black Hand sent a message.

[Say goodbye after dawn]

Reed. The Black Hand proposes to launch a final battle tomorrow, with all the orcs uniting to encircle Anduin. Lothar.

It's very tempting.

It's a very tempting proposition.

If Red. The Black Hand and his troops also join the battlefield, and then the strength of the orcs and humans will reach a three-to-one gap. What's more, Red. The Black Hand's forces are located in the rear of the Alliance, and it will be an all-round battle of annihilation.

Wrap a circle, how to lose!

So even though there was still a strange uneasiness in his heart, Orgrim agreed to Red's proposal.

After dawn, the whole army pressed up, and the heralds continued to go back and forth between the various troops, conveying the order of the great chieftain ———— to annihilate the alliance.

A few days ago, in the battle with the alliance, the entire tribe was stirred up into a bunch of rice fields, and all the other orcs were scattered except for their own cronies. As a result, Orgrim wasted the whole morning of completing the overall scheduling.

Then, around three o'clock in the afternoon, the orcs on Orgrim's side completed the most basic encirclement formation.

So it was just over three hours before it got dark.

There's even less time to be spent in battle.

The only good news is Red. The black hand did not miss the appointment, stood on a high place and watched, and could see the clusters of flags fluttering in the wind from a distance.

"I'm afraid there are 30,000 people, if Red hadn't split the Blackstone clan, with these 30,000 people, where would I need to go to great lengths to unify the tribe......"

Ogrim was annoyed with relief, but unspeakably greasy.

Finally, with an order, the orc's offensive began.

Because there is no need to cooperate with siege equipment such as catapults, the tactics of the orcs are relatively simple, and it is nothing more than F2A wrapping a circle.

Although the fighting of the previous days seemed fierce and unusual, the actual damage was not significant.

In the small hilly terrain of the Great Plains, such as the Burning Plains, there are not many tactical choices at all, and the comparison is who has a better formation after the contact between the two warring parties, and which side of the soldiers is more courageous.

So when the orcs were encircled, the reaction of the Alliance's side was a little flat.

Because even if the number of orcs is superior, the number of orc warriors against human soldiers on a single defensive side is not as large as imagined, and even gives the veterans of the alliance the illusion that the orc front is a little thin.

"What is the tribe doing here?"

Tulayan, who returned to Lothar's side, couldn't help but fall into confusion when he saw this, and couldn't help but ask his doubts.

"If you really want to annihilate us completely, you should scatter a few groups to divide our forces as feints, and then gather superior forces to attack the most severely damaged lines of our walls, cut off our retreat, build a camp with backhand, and force us to take the initiative to attack them, and destroy us in a campaign of movement. Now what's going on? I don't understand! ”

Lothar tapped Tulayan on the shoulder with a smirk.

"I'm glad the orcs didn't ask you to be their big chief, and they came to give us a way to live."

The officers around laughed along with the generalissimo.

A few days were not wasted, and with the existing materials, the Alliance's War Fortress was urgently repaired, restoring a bit of the war monster's hideousness.

This is also the reason why Lothar dared to take back all the troops that were scattered.

Even though the walls to the southwest and south were almost completely destroyed, the walls to the north and east were largely intact. After some calculations, Lothar decided that the Alliance would be able to assemble the forces to engage the orcs in the destroyed sector.

So he did it decisively.

And his confidence in doing so came from Uther.

The Lightbringer brought light to Lothar, and Uther was not a dead brain. When he finds himself powerless to stop Red. After the black hand, he decisively hid in Red. After the Black Hand led the troops down the mountain, he ventured through the Black Rock Mountain Road, which was defended by the Orcs, and went to the Scorching Canyon to rescue the troops.

If Uther is as reliable as ever, Lothar's 20,000 strange soldiers hidden in the Scorching Gorge will reach the battlefield in just two days.

At that time, Lothar led the army of the Burning Plains to attack the north, and the front and back attacks were flanked, and the game of chess was alive.

"The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. It's not early today, the orc offensive won't last long, but the morale will be hated, so go down and get ready for battle. ”

Thus, in the clamor of trumpets and gongs and drums, the offensive and defensive battles of the Alliance and the Horde began.

"Big Chief, are we really going to help that Ogrim guy fight the Alliance?"

Red's men looked at their chieftain suspiciously, a little puzzled.

"Of course, if you don't make a difference, how can you fool that treacherous boy of Orgrim."

Red replied as a matter of course.

"But, but ......"

The subordinates wanted to say something, but they were a little clumsy, so anxious that their black faces turned purple.

"I can't bear the wolf, let's go. It wasn't long before it got dark anyway. Tell to go down, this battle, really fight. ”

Reed. The Black Hand smiled triumphantly.