Carlos devised seven contingency plans to deal with possible changes in battle.

"What to do if the orcs are very strong and can't beat them"

"What to do if the orcs are weak but the bunker can't be blown up"

"What should I do if I am fooled by the orc yin"

"Orcs are weak, but what should I do if the Burning Legion squats"

What should I do if I can't keep the dark door when it comes down

"What to do if the orcs of Draenor come to help"

What to do when you can't hold it down

It's not a battle of wits with the air, and Carlos, who knows that the Burning Legion is behind the orc's invasion of Azeroth, doesn't dare to be careless, and this raid plan is a bit of a gamble on the fortunes of the country, and there is no room for negligence.

Although judging from the results of the battle, Carlos is indeed fighting wits and courage with the air.

Tremendous pressure from the front forced Orgrim. The Hammer of Doom has redeployed almost all of the Horde's warriors to Stonerd. However, the Great Chief of the tribe attached great importance to the way back, so he placed nearly 5,000 orcs in the Dark Gate.

Considering the current weakness of the Horde, this is already a precious group of troops.

However, under the long-planned surprise attack of the Alliance, the garrison was routed too quickly.

Without a trace of defense, without a trace of hesitation, the alliance appeared in the orc's field of vision, in all directions, overwhelming.

This rain paralyzed the orc defenders of the Dark Gate.

Hunger, cold, and exhaustion greatly weakened the combat effectiveness of human soldiers.

Although the Alliance soldiers launched the offensive almost with one breath, panic shattered the orc's sanity.

On this rainy day, the alliance appeared like a ghost in the fog, and in the white background, the sound of steel clashing like a hook and sickle of death slashed through the orc's heart.

The spirit collapsed, the morale collapsed, and no matter how strong the troops were, they could only be defeated.

In all fairness, if the orcs knew the true number of the Alliance's surprise attack force, and knew the true physical strength of the Alliance's soldiers, as long as they stuck to the fortifications, they could achieve a brilliant victory.

But there were no ifs on the battlefield, Carlos's carefully prepared surprise attack worked, and the exhausted soldiers may not have wielded the usual seventy percent of the strength of the sword, but this fierce and powerful impact momentum destroyed the psychological defense of the orcs.

"How many enemies are there?"

"Countless, Patriarch, we're finished!"

Kierrog grabbed the people with despair in their eyes, and couldn't help but sigh as he watched the alliance break through the barricades and sweep through the camp, knowing that the tide was turning.

Finished.

It's really over.

"Blow the horn and order everyone to gather in Gaotai Square and prepare to retreat."

"You, immediately pass through the Dark Gate, and order the people of the Tanarian jungle to fortify their fortifications and prepare for a possible counterattack by the Alliance."

"You, take advantage of the chaos to sneak out and inform the Great Chief of what is happening here."

Kilrog calmly arranged, his composure calming the panicked emotions of the people around him.

Unlike Orgrim's Blackstone Clan, Kilrog and his Bloodcave Clan's greatest enemies on Draenor are not ogres, but Ravens.

The Tanarian jungle is different from the ice and fire of Frost and Fire Ridge, different from the majestic grandeur of Gollund, and different from the endless stretch of Nagrand, it is a green hell.

It is also the home of the bloodcave orcs.

Kilrog didn't believe Neozu's talk that the Draenei were about to go to war against the orcs.

But the chieftain of the Blood Cave Clan did not refuse to drink the blood of the demons.

Because a strong and united tribe is good for the orcs and good for the blood cave orcs.

Through the secret methods passed down from generation to generation by the Blood Cave Clan, Kilrog foresaw his own death.

So Kilrog has no fear of death.

Death is nothing but an inevitable consequence of all orcs, and it is not worth fearing.

Kilrog's life is a picture of a struggle for the clan, the beginning and the end are predestined, and the meaning of his existence is for the clan and the tribe he recognizes.

To humans, Kilrog is not as famous as Orgrim, but the chief of the Blood Cave Clan is worthy of the hero of the orcs.

Whether it was the siege of Stormwind or the siege of Ironforge, Kilrog led the Bloodcave Clan to make an indelible contribution to the Horde, and it was precisely because Kilrog besieged the dwarves in Ironforge that Orgrim was able to drive north to Lordaeron.

Again, it was Kilrog, who stood up at the height of the war on the Burning Plains and headed south to fight the troll invasion.

Kilrog is worthy of the Horde.

But Orgrim understands that in the current decay of the Horde, the Orcs cannot tolerate two voices, and can only marginalize Kilrog.

But Kilrog doesn't hold a grudge against Orgrim.

If it were him, if he were the great chief of the tribe in Kilrog, he would do the same.

But Carlos's surprise attack was too hard, and the Alliance's attack was too sudden and violent, and Kilrog had no chance to show his war talents.

When the alliance took advantage of the foggy and rainy weather to complete the siege of the Dark Gate, when the offensive was launched, the orcs had already lost.

"This is not the end I once foresaw, and it is not my destiny to die here."

The prophetic vision at the cost of one eye was a shackle that Kilrog could not shake off for the rest of his life.

So he chose to retreat.

Sending someone to break through to report to Orgrim was already his last sense of responsibility.

So after layers of resistance, before Carlos arrived, Kilrog led all the gathered people back to Draenor through the Dark Gate.

At this point, the Dark Gate suppressed the battle, and Carlos won a complete victory, and none of the seven plans he had conceived were used.

A glorious victory that can go down in history, a bizarre battle full of whimsy and shit luck.

As the Allies cleaned up the orc camp and prepared to adapt to local conditions, Carlos was briefly confused.

What should I do?

The exhausted soldiers were no longer able to fight, and forcing them to pass through the Dark Gate was tantamount to murder.

And it is pointless to lead a small number of elites to Draenor, it is a completely strange world, without any preparation, do you want to go on a publicly-funded tour?

The main thing is that in the Stoneard direction, Tulayan is fighting hard with Orgrim.

Less than ten meters in front of him, there is the Dark Gate, opposite the strange and mysterious Gate of Time and Space, is the hometown of the orcs, Draenor, Carlos subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if stroking something that did not exist, and under the curious eyes of his subordinates, he grasped his fist.

"Take the time to recuperate, scout the road, order the troops to defend it, and probe the supplies left behind by the orcs to see if they have done anything to the Dark Gate. In addition, arrange a defensive line to defend against possible attacks from the other side by the orcs around the clock. At the same time, Tulayan was informed that we had succeeded. ”

Finally, duty triumphs over desire, and Carlos decides to turn around and deal with Orgrim first, the Horde.