February in Hilbride was the end of winter, and the cold wind blowing from Northrend could no longer sweep the snowflakes, and the soldiers of the Coalition had become accustomed to such temperatures, and they all said that they would not feel colder.

And the tribe, the warriors of the tribe said that we have Loktar, and that all the Loktar that gets in our way will be Loktarogar, and that a little cold is nothing, although the orcs born in the jungle of Gordron and Tanaan want to beat the orcs born in the Frost Fire Ridge - we are in this cold midwinter, and you are so hot there, you owe a beating!

Leaving aside all the trivial things, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim, chose a cool morning and launched the battle plan he had spent so much time concouraging.

In the first part of the campaign, 10,000 orcs' newly trained wolf cavalry launched a massive interspersed assault on the Alliance's defense line north of Hilbride leading to the Silverpine Forest.

Lothar was puzzled, but the northern defense line was crucial, and about 20,000 of the Alliance's mobile forces were dispatched to key positions ready to encircle the orc cavalry force that the Alliance generals could not understand.

Now even the new recruits of the alliance have a deep-rooted cognition that in the case of three against one, the alliance will win! Although it sounds very sad, this is actually an overall improvement in the combat ability of human beings, and it is the heart-wrenching improvement that this battle brought to the human world in its second year.

It's a pity that the wolf cavalry of the orcs disappeared from the alliance's field of vision in just half a day.

"Discharge double the scouts, I want to know where the orcs are before dark, I want to know the movements of those wolf cavalry, and make the griffin knights of the dwarves move too!" Lothar's brow furrowed, having fought Orgrim for so long, Lothar knew that the guy nicknamed the Hammer of Doom was definitely not a reckless person. Behind this inconsequential action. There must be a secret hidden that is so harmful to the Alliance.

Find it, hack it or use it the other way around! Although Lothar was anxious inside, he showed a kind of composure and contempt for the orcs on the outside.

In the second part of the battle, the wolf cavalry maneuvered for more than 400 kilometers, and at the cost of half of the wolves, the Great Chief Orgrim successfully mobilized the alliance to move the main force north. Beware of the tribe's unbridled offensive.

"Humans don't dare to bet, so I dare to bet, now, the army is attacking!"

With a wave of his hand, Orgrim swarmed like a tidal wave towards the town of the South Seas.

Although the mayor of the town of Southsea, Heney. Mareb had never slackened his efforts to defend Nanhai, but in the face of such a large number of orcs, the outlying camps were falling apart, and the Alliance sergeants could only retreat into Nanhaizhen, struggling to defend under the cover of naval fire.

"Your Excellency, Chief. With such a strong attack, we suffered heavy casualties. ”

"There are no casualties, how can I convince the alliance of my intentions and continue to attack."

Although Orgrim usually cares for his clan and is approachable, on the battlefield, he is an iron-blooded commander, and the deaths of his soldiers are only a number to him.

"The plan to divert the tiger from the mountain......"

Lothar gasped. The orcs made a time difference and confused themselves with the wolf cavalry, which was of little use in siege warfare. Then the army stormed the town of Southsea with all its might, wanting to pull out the Alliance's only support point in the southwest of Hilbride!

In order to deal with the surprise attack of the wolf cavalry, Lothar transferred the main cavalry of the alliance to the north. Although these cavalrymen are recuperated and vigorous, their combat effectiveness completely crushes those exhausted orc wolf cavalry.

The only problem was to rush to the town of Nanhai from the northern defensive positions. It would take two days and two nights to march in a hurry, and Orgrim won this time!

"Command Dalin. Field Marshal Prodmore fully supports the town of Nanhai, the army counts the packing, and we are ready to go south! ”

Lothar understood a truth and was led by the nose by the enemy. It never ends well.

Nanhai Town, you want me to give it to you! Without the wolf cavalry, in the south of Hillbride, what do you take to face the iron hooves of the Alliance.

"Khadgar, I'm going to trouble you again."

"Marshal Lothar, please command."

"Please go to Fort Riptide and get them ready, the password is that the yellow river is roaring."

"No problem."

Once Lothar had made the arrangements, he turned his attention back to the map, mentally calculating whether there were any holes in his strategy.

So the Supreme Commander of the Alliance didn't notice that Khadgar's face on the side was not good, and for a moment, he seemed to be forty years old, but it seemed to be an illusion.

Orgrim, what gave you the courage to fool the Alliance so much?

After deducing on the map, Lothar slammed his fist, if the tribe does not have a secret weapon, then the tribe is looking for death!

In the third part of the battle, Lothar received an urgent report from the town of Nanhai, and after two days of onslaught, the orcs suddenly retreated, and even the corpses were not collected.

The strange behavior of the orcs made Lothar's back sweat unstoppable.

"What do the orcs want to do?"

Uther asked everyone present what the orcs were trying to do.

"Report, Your Excellency Marshal, there is intelligence that the orc dragoons have made a large-scale sortie, and the target is our direction."

"Marshal, we need defense!"

"Lord Lothar, call the Griffin Knight."

"Shut up!"

Lothar interrupted the conversation of the people around her.

Now that the war has progressed, the red dragon of the orcs is no longer an unsolvable weapon of decisive battle. In order to deal with these sky beasts, the alliance has accumulated nearly a million knowledge and more than 100,000 bows and crossbows, and it can be said that in the absence of ground coordination, it is a kind of foolish dream to expect to use the red dragon flame in the sky to destroy the main force of the alliance.

"It's an illusion, it's Orgrim's trap, and the Tribal Dragon Knight's target will definitely not be us."

A good commander is one who dares to make judgments, and Lothar trusts his own judgments.

"Let's move on, order the dwarves to get ready, and intercept the red dragon on its way home."

Although the actions of the tribe give the illusion of being overwhelmed and dazzling. But Lothar recognized one point, a head-to-head duel, and the alliance is completely worthy of your tribe, so I will force you to fight head-on. The Alliance has so many more troops than your tribe, just grab your little tail. Everything else is nothing, as long as you force your main force to focus on yourself, you will not be able to play any tricks with the Hammer of Doom.

Lothar ordered the large army to move on.

In the fourth part of the campaign, Orgrim makes his own judgment after gaining insight into the Alliance's actions.

"That bald head named Lothar is trying to force us into a decisive battle."

"Chief, humanity is going to war. Then let's fight. ”

"Chief, give the order, let's kill those humans!"

Ignoring his men's pleas for battle, Orgrim waved his hand.

"The people don't travel all these days to wrestle with humans when they're exhausted."

Orgrim said with contempt for humanity.

While Orgrim never took any opponent lightly, he knew how to speak to make his men more obedient.

"It's enough of the plan to get to this point, Chibonn. Splithoof Cattle Slayer, the rest is up to you. Ogrim said.

"No victory. I'd rather die! "The warrior from Nagrand thumped himself in the chest.

That night, Orgrim quietly headed south with the orcs who had fought thousands of miles, approaching the wall of Soradin.

As the flames of the red dragon and the wolf smoke lit by the defenders of the Wall of Thoradin burst through the sky, Lothar knew that Orgrimmar was ready to take a gamble.

But will they be able to break through the wall of Soladin?

Even with the help of the flames of the red dragon, how could the essence of the human race for 2,000 years be burned by a mere flame?

"Not good, troll!"

Lothar exclaimed suddenly.

It is almost impossible to attack the wall of Soladin from the north, but from the south. The Wall of Soladin is no longer an impassable moat!

Lothar finally remembered that there were still tribal forces on the Arathi Heights!

"Quick, order the defenders of Dunhold Castle. A few corps in the south, abandon all defensive positions and rush to the aid of the Soradin Wall! Even if you die, let me die under the walls of Soladin! ”

Lothar couldn't imagine if the orcs really broke through the wall of Soradin with the time difference. All the way south, open up the connection between the Saldo Bridge and the wetlands, so that a steady stream of reinforcements from the rear can go north.

Humanity will lose Hilbrad's food output and will lose the logistics of Fort Riptide.

At this point, the numerical superiority of humanity will become a joke in front of the orcs, in this war of hard power. Instead, humans will precede orcs as the losers who bleed too much and die.

"The wall of Soladin must not be fine!"

Lothar said categorically.

After a dazzling combination of punches, Ogrim. The Hammer of Doom finally bared his vicious fangs.

After enduring a full winter, the tribe completed all the arrangements, and countless orcs contributed their strength, inspired by the elements and shadows, blood and glory.

Although the Horde lost more than two thousand men on the first day alone, the defenders did not have a good time. Berton took advantage of the break in the war to leave two letters, which can also be called suicide notes, for his brother and son, and sent them to Rapidsburg.

For the elder brother, Biglas, the old soldier, just said a word, the Saldo Bridge cannot be lost, and the troops defending the Saldo Bridge cannot be withdrawn!

For his son, Biglas had a lot of thoughts, and in the end he wrote only a few words, and the central idea was one: Your father is worthy of the name of a warrior, and if I die in battle, please be proud of me.

"Your Excellency, the orcs have launched a night attack!"

"Let the reserves be on top, and the cavalry will be ready to go out from the racetrack for a counterattack!"

Biglas calmly responded to the herald, calming the panicked soldiers.

The defense of the Soladin Wall is not weak, as long as the reinforcements arrive, all difficulties will disappear, and Biglas has the confidence to hold on to the Soladin Wall for at least a month!

"Except for the accident, the orcs can't take my life!"

Biglas wiped his face with cold water, put his armor on again, and walked up the high wall to direct the battle.

On the tribal side, the high-ranking commanders who knew about it couldn't help but look at their big chief, when will the ambush move!

Night attack, strong attack, attack the wall of Soladin from the front, the warriors of the tribe are pounding the mountains with flesh and blood!

"It's not time yet, the scouts report that the main forces of the alliance will be at least five days before they arrive, and we still have time."

Orgrim pestled the Hammer of Doom downside to the ground, pressed his hands on the hammer, and calmly watched the Horde's onslaught.

"It's not time yet, the Alliance's garrisons are still quick to react to night attacks. We need to attack, more aggressively, until they are tired. Then one hit kills. ”

"But after a period of continuous fighting, the soldiers are very tired."

"You're dealing with humans, not another orc clan."

Orgrim's words sent the doubter to his head, then howled.

Yes, we are orcs from Draenor, we are noble and powerful orcs, and fatigue and hardship cannot stop us from victory.

This unbridled howl seemed to be contagious, although the night was already dark, but one after another, all the orcs began to howl, and this venting voice conveyed the same connotation - the orcs are invincible!

"Your Excellency, the messenger of the chief of Chibonn has arrived, and he has brought news."

"Say."

"Rather than taking the empty castle of Dunhold, he bypassed the human lines and outposts. At the same time, the Commander of Chibonn believed that if there was an opportunity, it would be a reasonable strategic goal to change the target and directly destroy the dwarven griffin cavalry troops. ”

"He is the commander, and the actual situation is up to him."

Everyone is gone, and Orgrim is happy to be a good person and pretend to be generous, but there is still a trace of chagrin in his heart.

Humanity has changed Orgrim's perception with its firmness and tenacity, this is not a race that can be easily enslaved, and if you can't seize the opportunity or create the opportunity to kill with one blow, I'm afraid something bad will happen.

Although the word defeat did not come to Orgrim's mind, the haze of his heart shrouded the great chief of the tribe.

In this land, the tribe is dragging on for too long.

In the Burning Plains, Gul'dan is directing orc soldiers to transport runestones stolen from Quel'Thalas to an elemental pool.

"Tyrone, don't you want a new body? When this altar is built, everything will change, the tribe, the alliance, will become history, and there will only be one master of this world, and that is the legion! ”

The smooth planning made Gul'dan seem happy.

"Master Guldan, is it really okay for you not to go north now? If Your Excellency the Great Chief fails, it will have a great impact on your plans. "Tyrone. The Blood Demon asked, after absorbing enough High Elves to transform the dead souls, he was no longer bothered with the problems of his body.

"I hate to admit it, but Orgrim is a good warrior, a general, and a commander. Everything at present is not as important as the altar in front of me, as long as the altar is shortened, I will have an inexhaustible supply of demon blood, the tribe will be invincible, and the Burning Legion will eventually dominate the world! ”

Gul'dan greedily breathed in the air near the Elemental Pool of Fire.

Because of the activity of the fire element, the stability of the space was shaken, and here Gul'dan got in touch with Kil'Gardan very smoothly, and the fraudsters were satisfied with Gul'dan's actions.

Just now, the fraudster Kilgardan rewarded Gul'dan with more dark knowledge, which was forbidden and powerful magical knowledge that intoxicated Gul'dan.

"Tyrone, you're right, the cause of the Legion is above all else, and after completing the necessary preparations, you will preside over the construction of the altar, and I should return to Orgrim."

After thinking about it, Gul'dan said.

"Yes, my master, all for the master's master."

Tyrone. The Blood Fiend bowed gracefully. (To be continued......)