Carrying the pot and throwing the pot are skills that will inevitably be mastered after the socialization of intelligent life forms, and they are innate natural powers, which do not need to be taught, but will naturally be.

Isn't this nonsense, success or failure has been said by you, is it still nonsense.

There is still a certain sentence pattern in related sentences, and the world is alive. That's right, come out, come out, so-and-so, you come out, you have the ability to raise people, you come out to work, don't think you don't open the door, I know you're at home!

Carrying the pot is to unite people's hearts, and throwing the pot is to hold on to the form.

In the final analysis, the fortune of the world is just in a pot, and the competition is just for a bite to eat in the pot.

While the roundabout orcs thought about the crumbling walls sweeping in, the world was in Anduin. Lothar's eyes slowed down, and the chaotic and noisy voices were all ignored by him, only the orc's left foot and right foot were in slow motion, and the right foot and left foot were replayed in slow motion.

After seeing the form clearly, Lothar even had time to discuss philosophy, and think about the art of betraying the blame and throwing the blame.

A burst of red face and red ears was a physiological phenomenon brought about by the rapid pressure of the heart and the hot blood, so Lothar left the state of a sage and returned to the battlefield of reality.

Gan, I've carried this pot!

"The Fourth Legion is ready to meet the enemy, shout, all the men of the Fourth Legion assemble!"

"Gavin Rad, inform the Iron Horse Brotherhood to stand up to the orcs in the other direction."

"Get out of the way, get out of the racetrack."

"Go to the warehouse and dig out the bows and crossbows."

"Nervous dick, there will be at least five minutes for the orcs to rush over, array!"

Lothar shouted at the top of her voice and reprimanded the people around her, and the always suave generalissimo of the League kept spewing expletives into her mouth.

The effect was surprisingly good.

The soldiers who had been shaken to dementia in the previous earthquake were reprimanded by Lothar, infected by the atmosphere, and gradually came back to their senses...... Or was forced back to God by the orcs.

The two orc armies on the left and the right had suffered heavy casualties in the previous battles, and now it was the orc army on the left flank that was attacking Lothar, and a rough calculation showed that the number was at least five thousand.

But the real success is also an earthquake, and the anger of the earth destroys the walls of the human race, and also drags the pace of the orcs. A distance that could have been reached with a single charge, now the orcs had to struggle to cross the scarred land.

This gave Lothar time to turn the tide.

"Miscalculated."

Because of the order about half an hour ago, the generals of the alliance are trying their best to gather their subordinates and go out to take the initiative to attack.

True, capable generals and the most elite soldiers have already set off.

What is lacking in the fortress now is not soldiers, but full of TMD soldiers, what Lothar needs now is a general, a general who can prepare for war.

Luckily, catching a slow-moving Gavinrad has exhausted Lothar's good luck for the day, and there will be no more eye-catching ones to look at.

It's going to be bad......

These 5,000-odd orcs alone want to take the fortress and simply don't take me Anduin. Lothar looked at it. But if another roundabout orc army also starts to attack, the problem will be big, and the barely maintained morale of the alliance will collapse.

Lothar looked at the crumbling walls and the shattered outer offensive and made up her mind.

"You can't defend in the big camp."

Attack, must attack!

In the face of the natural disaster, everyone was equally confused, the orcs only saw the city wall collapse, so they had the courage to attack, and the alliance side was also shocked by this huge change. Simply talking about the strength of the troops on paper, the orcs behind the two winding are delivering food.

Provided that the Union soldiers did not self-collapse.

"See that rift no! Rush over and organize a line of defense! Officers lead the team, speed! Velocity! The cavalry was prepared in situ and prepared for the shock deployment. Horse? If you can't find the horse, you will be infantry! ”

Not a single Coalition soldier who had lost his soul wanted to get orders from Lothar, to get clear orders.

Before the earthquake struck, Lothar would reprimand them mercilessly.

But now, Lothar responds to everyone's expectations in a hoarse voice.

So, behind a half-man-wide crack in the ground about three hundred paces from the collapsed wall, the Alliance formed a thin line of defense.

"Luck is on our side!"

Lothar stood on top of a pile of rubble and observed, then became agitated.

"Their direction of attack is the ground where the ash has settled, and now they can't rush up. Lieutenant, organize a squadron of troops to go there, the big rock that is very unsightly, and form a circle to kill the orcs and force them to detour. Captain, go to the quartermaster and get twenty barrels of oil. ”

Lothar calmly coped with the trouble in front of her.

That's right, this orc army has gone from being a huge threat to a huge nuisance.

Without heavy weapons, without cavalry units, not even the speed of impact, coupled with the poor ground situation, as long as the Union soldiers were not frightened by the initial fears, all that remained was a matter of chopping and chopping.

Every minute, at least one squadron of soldiers was restored and sent out by Lothar, and the walls of flesh and blood were gradually formed.

Five thousand orcs, speaking of which the black pressure is overwhelming, and it seems to be a matter of minutes to surround and divide the alliance forces that are hastily responding to the battle. However, the shattered ground pulled the orc's impact front like a heavily disturbed radio wave, and the orc commander couldn't frighten the alliance, so he took the initiative to slow down and gave the order to stop the charge.

This time, it was the orcs who were in turmoil and confusion.

Can win!

Lothar ordered the guards to find their horses and prepare to solve the problem in front of them first.

But one of the guards whispered into his ear and uttered heart-wrenching words.

"Marshal, the orcs from the Black Rock Mountain have descended the mountain."

"Well done, don't spread the word."

"Understood."

As if nothing had happened, Lothar continued to give orders to consolidate the defensive line, and the idea of taking the initiative had long since vanished.

Drag it, the longer you drag it, the better.

Now, there's a big problem.

The side of the city wall that had completely collapsed did not fight, but the side of Gavinrad, which was relatively well fortified, was in full swing.

Another roundabout orc took the initiative to launch an assault, and according to the intelligence, there were more of them and their weapons and equipment were more elite.

"Hold on, Gavin Rad."

Anduin. Lothar was worried and at the same time glad that at least the order to take the initiative to attack had worked, and the tribal army led by Orgrim was dragged, otherwise it would be surrounded on all sides, and everyone in the fortress today would have no second fate except to die in battle.

"Marshal, the orcs are beginning to advance."

It took more than half an hour for the roundabout orc army to finally clear the not-so-bad array and begin to advance. Lothar looked around at the officers around him and sighed secretly.

"Let's go, give them some awesomeness."

The generalissimo's heroic figure boosted morale, and order in the fortress of war was gradually being restored.

It's just Red. The arrival of the black hand is still a deliberately hidden secret.