A glow fell from the sky, and the arcane barrier of Lordaeron was once again opened, but this time not for defense, but to turn into a cage and imprison the Warsong Orcs in the royal city.

When Izzy noticed the situation on the other side of the royal city, he was shocked and worried, for fear that something would happen to the warsong orcs trapped in the royal city, but he did not know that the real target of the enemy was actually the artillery position where he was.

Just then, a Warsong scout rushed in a panic, and Izzy immediately realized that there might be some bad news.

He greeted him, and the Warsong scout immediately reported:

"Great Chief, there is an army of undead hidden in the Silver Pine Forest in the south, and they are now heading towards our position, numbering at least one hundred thousand! Most of them are animal-transformed undead, as well as skeleton soldiers. ”

Hearing this news, Izzy's face changed drastically, and he suddenly realized that the real target of the enemy was not the war song orcs in the royal city, but their troops who stayed outside, and their main target was the tribe's magic artillery.

"What should we do? Seventy percent of our troops are locked up in the royal city, should we defend or withdraw?"

Izzy's brain was racing, and there were basically two paths in front of him.

Defend them, which means they must find a way to destroy the arcane barrier once more, so that the Warsong Orcs can join them and fight the enemy together.

Withdrawing means that they have to give up these ten heavy assembled magic cannons, otherwise they will not be able to escape from the pursuit of the army of the undead.

Izzy pondered for a long time, if Shou wanted to destroy the arcane barrier again, he would naturally have to use magic artillery, but their shells were running out.

While Izzy was pretty sure that the Arcane Barrier in the Royal City wasn't as strong as it had been at the beginning, perhaps they wouldn't have breached it after they had finished firing the cannonballs.

And if he withdraws, Izzy can be sure that he will vomit blood in distress!

He was not afraid that these cannons would fall into the hands of the Undead Scourge, so that the Undead Scourges would master the technology of the magic artillery.

Because the key technology of the magic cannon lies in cannonballs and enchantments, they can take away cannonballs, and enchanted cannons, which can be done by humans in Azeroth, are not unusual.

However, the metal material of these cannons themselves is very precious, and the essentia alloy used for the cannon barrel is also used to enhance the enchantment effect, and the precious Mithril metal wire of Azeroth is also used.

Then Izzy only hesitated for about three seconds, then waved his hand and shouted: "The whole army retreats, retreat to the coastal checkpoints! Quickly! Dismantle this cannon for me! Each ten-man squad will bring a part, and I will carry the heaviest barrel! Take all the shells away! Blow up the other cannons!"

Why did Izzy make up his mind so quickly?

Quite simply, Izzy prefers stability to waves, and when there is no other way, he generally does not choose riskier strategies.

And the risk of sticking to the spot is too great, it is like playing a game of poker stud, you can win a big game, or you can be wiped out.

And retreating, although they will lose a few precious magic artillery, the horde will still win this war!

The arcane barrier in Lordaeron King's City can't be left open forever, and once the arcane barrier runs out of energy and the Warsong Clan comes out, those armies of the undead will be flanked from both sides.

As for guarding the coastal posts, Izzy was confident and had no worries at all.

The steel giant ships of the tribes in the sea are still there, and the large magic cannons on the giant ships have enough range to hit the outposts, and if the undead dare to attack the sentry, they will have to be turned into pieces of flesh and bones.

Of course, the premise of all this must be that after Izzy and their side retreated, those undead armies still chose to pursue them after obtaining the broken parts of the magic artillery, and if they retreated with the artillery, Izzy couldn't do anything about them.

The evacuation operation went smoothly, and the first warning from the Warsong Scouts bought the tribe plenty of time to evacuate.

Izzy was carrying a huge cannon barrel, and he turned around three times in one step, with a tearless expression on his face, eager to engrave the words "My cannon!" on his face.

It's a pity that what is lost is lost after all, no matter how reluctant he is, he has to give it up, but those are actually just things outside the body, and if some more important things are lost, then they are really gone.

For example, family, clansmen.

Garrosh, who was traveling with Izzy, looked back like Izzy, but he looked at the caged city of Lordaeron.

There was his father, his people, who were like a pack of wolves in captivity, and for the first time Garrosh began to question Izzy's decision, thinking that perhaps Izzy should be a little more resolute and take a stronger step.

"No, what am I thinking? The Great Chief is right, nothing is more important than victory, and I shouldn't let my personal feelings cloud my judgment. ”

"Don't worry, Garrosh, your father is probably already trying to break the magical barrier, and I bet he's regretting that he's missed the fun. ”

Izzy comforted Garrosh, hoping that he would not bring such hesitation into the next battle, after all, in a battle of life and death, hesitation will be defeated.

Garrosh laughed when he heard Izzy's words.

His father was indeed like that, and Garrosh followed his example.

"I should also enjoy the fun that is coming. ”

After the Glory Vanguard made his way back to the Coast Pass, Izzy had his warriors reassemble the dismantled magic cannon and contact the steel fleet in the sea to keep them ready for a precise bombardment, and then he walked to the city wall and stared at the southern sky.

The dark clouds that covered the sky were menacing, as if the darkness was approaching and wanted to swallow them all.

But in the face of this approaching darkness, Yiqi's eyes were lit with fighting spirit, darkness will always come, but what mortals are good at is to dispel the darkness, whether it is the fire chasing the darkness or the artillery fire chasing the darkness, it is the same.

Thinking of this, Izzy's face suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly: "Enemy attack!!!Prepare for battle!"

In his realm of elemental perception, he sensed something fast-moving, once a deer, a wolf, or a bear, and now, all of them were undead devouring the living.

Although Izzy issued his own orders to prepare his warriors for battle, he still didn't understand how these undead animals were going to attack the tribal warriors on the high wall and bite the walls with their teeth.

Izzy, who felt a little ridiculous, soon stopped laughing.

These animal undead were not prepared to break through the city walls at all, they came here to die, turning into piles of corpse stairs, so that the undead army behind them could rush up the walls and face to face with the orc warriors.