The physical isolation of the Dark Swamp is unmatched.

The seizure of Stoneard and the acquisition of the right of way on the road still did not solve the difficulties of transportation.

Thankfully, the rainy season has passed.

Mobilize the elite of the elite, draw the fierce of the warriors, at this moment, on the side of the Dark Gate Draenor, the tribe is facing the alliance within the alliance, and it is the best among the eight million beings of Lordaeron.

Carlos directly broke up the original squad-squadron-wing-legion formation, and split the unit into more than 200 special combat squads, each with a number ranging from 30 to 50, and more than 200 people.

At the same time, the High Elf Rangers, the Trolls of Tustiningo, and even the Knights of the Silver Hand were also split, and each squad had to have a jungle combat expert, a mage to keep in touch, a paladin or a field priest to heal and ambulance, and a dwarven or dwarf demolition specialist to take care of BOOM.

Dwarven helicopters were to be patrolled every six hours, the Griffin Knights squad had to abandon the hammer and throw explosives in favour, and the air power had to arrive within an hour after any squad called for aerial fire.

The commander of each combat team has independent communication rights and can report directly to the High Command stationed at the Dark Gate.

Under the auspices of Khadgar and the Magisters of Silvermoon City, an energy-hungry arcane communication matrix was established.

The High Elves were dissatisfied with the huge communication matrix, but Carlos directly suppressed it with force.

Too lazy to explain.

The format has been reversed, and compared to the early days of the war, it is the capable alliance army on the side of the Dark Gate that has the advantage in combat effectiveness.

What's the use of a mage throwing an extra hundred and eighty fireballs, destroying a thousand eight hundred enemies to the sky.

But more than 200 special operations teams with smooth communication are enough to create miracles.

Although it was also considered in case the remaining warlocks of the orcs used evil spells to set traps by using the alliance's communication network.

But the cipher code and the regular communication spectrum are still worth trusting.

It's a risk worth taking.

So, Maisie witnesses an exotic killing.

The ogre slaves who arrived early under the command of the blood cave orcs began to expand their camps, cutting down trees and burning wasteland in preparation for the arrival of the follow-up troops.

Maisie stood on a tall tree, assessing the strength of the orcs using a sighting instrument assembled from a crystal lens, and finally concluded that ———— there were too many of them to be worth the risk.

With more than 200 orcs and more than 600 ogres, that camp was not something she could explore, and she shouldn't have taken such a risk with a secret mission.

Maisie, who was about to leave and continue eastward along the mountain range, unexpectedly discovered a strange creature.

Trolls.

It was a monster with green skin.

Hidden in the woods, it was extremely difficult to detect, but Maisie was in a very good position, and the tiny metallic flash of the troll's body was just noticed by Maisie from above.

That's interesting.

So Maisie decided to wait a little longer to see if there would be any surprises.

She was not disappointed.

The fight took place about half an hour after she became aware of the troll's presence.

In the sky, six strange birds that Maisie had never seen before roared by, dropping several smoking containers.

The camp of orcs and ogres soon became in turmoil.

The officers immediately came out and shouted at their orcs and ogre slaves.

Throwing spears, muskets, magic arrows, and multiple sniper weapons are aimed at orc officers at the same time.

After the officer collapsed, the attacker lit the oil upwind, which, along with the smoke canister he had thrown, appeared to be intent on killing the orcs and ogres.

The tribe that lost its commander quickly broke through to the left and right of the wind.

At this time, the sound of explosions and slashing was faintly audible even from a distance of several kilometers.

The battle did not last long before Maisie observed birds returning to their nests.

Looks like it's time to investigate.

Following the shadows of the trees and rocks, Maisie cautiously advanced.

But along the way, there seems to be no potential threat.

It wasn't until she got close to the orc-building camp that Maisie thought twice and chose to walk in the trees.

Compared to other draenei, Maisie's legs inherited her mother's orc features, and it was not difficult for her to climb the tree with her toes.

The choice was correct, leaving the dangerous ground, Maisie observed a wonderful show, a sinister ambush.

The attackers did not choose to leave after the raid, but went into hiding again.

The target of this attack was very clear, orcs.

The attackers spared most of the ogres, but deliberately killed most of the orcs.

The surviving orcs seem to want to drive the ogres to clear the camp, but are attacked by the ogres.

The remnants of the orcs fled, and the hungry ogres could not fill their stomachs even if they scavenged the food that continued in the camp.

So, they focused their attention on the corpses of the orcs who had died in battle.

A brutal bonfire party began.

Before the sun went down, most of the ogres were already dozing off.

But the orcs' revenge came earlier than night.

An orc force of more than 300 men arrived to suppress the ogres, and more than 100 ogres were chopped into pieces and dried to serve as dry food.

After that, the orcs left about a hundred orcs to command the remaining ogres, while the other orcs took advantage of the night to disappear into the intertwined lights and shadows of the jungle.

Looking at the orc camp lit up with a bonfire and the ogre who was beaten by the orcs, Maisie couldn't help but sneer silently.

Inferior performances.

However, those attackers didn't seem to notice that it was an orc trap.

A team crept to the edge of the orc camp, as if trying to do something.

but unexpectedly triggered the trap set by the orcs.

Fryer up.

The orcs who had pretended to leave turned back, and another orc force that had not been on the road also outflanked them.

The strength of the orcs actually exceeded five hundred.

Maisie's heart tightened, and she hesitated to do the strange attackers a small favor in the spirit of the principle that a friend of an enemy is a friend.

But before she could make up her mind, the next development was much more than she expected.

In terms of insidious and despicable, the orcs are still a cut off.

The attackers planted explosives while they waited in concealment.

The flames of the explosion set the fallen trees on fire, and in the light of the fire and smoke, Maisie discovered that the attackers were no less numerous than the orcs.

Moreover, the attackers were significantly better equipped than the orcs.

The mud had dried up and hardened during the long waiting time, and as the slash of the sword fell from the surface of the armor, the kind of monster that had seen before allowed the orc's spear to pass through its chest without the slightest intention of parrying and dodging, but instead approached the enemy and beheaded it with a knife, which was a lot of arm strength.

And the small team that served as a decoy, under the attack of orcs and ogres, was not afraid of fighting, and the familiar light shone brightly, it was the taste of holy light.

It's still a familiar routine, kill the commander first.

Obviously having a numerical advantage, the attackers did not fight the orcs at all.

The sudden end of the battle, the attacker did not care about the ogre at all, and after defeating the orcs, there was not even a process of pursuit, and the attacker reined in the dead comrades and disappeared into the night of the Tanarian jungle.

Inexplicably kind, Maisie realized that this was not the tactic that her Dawnblade was familiar with.

They were supposed to be the allies of the Light in the Prophet's mouth.

Suddenly, Maisie spotted the figure of a lone orc.

Touching the knife at her waist, Maisie felt that she should prepare some greeting gifts before going to meet that "Carlos".

For example, the head of an orc.