The luck of people and people cannot be generalized, and the old Fu Ye once picked up the invincible reins when he was frozen into an ice mound.

This time, Tirio. Fordin's luck is as good as ever/rotten......

Heading towards Andorhar, the once peaceful and comfortable land has been ravaged by the Scourge Legion.

Except for a few refugees who fled into the mountains, there was no one left along the way.

Be careful to avoid the brigade of Scourge soldiers, Tirio. Fording learned valuable information about the Scourge Legion's movements from the few survivors, and judged that ———— Andohal was still resisting, but the situation was very bad.

Although the guys in Fireplace Valley are all great guys, it's really about combat effectiveness......

I'm sorry, but honesty is a virtue, and old Fording doesn't want to have a bad conscience.

Having enjoyed twenty years of peaceful life, this generation of young people is really not good at fighting.

So, Tirio. Fording decides to make a detour to Firestone Farm to avoid the army of the undead.

After all, the Valley of the Hearth is in the northwest of Andorhal, and the road from the west can reach the town in a day.

But Tirio. Ferding didn't have this temper, and played some kind of cavalry punch, cutting through the walls of flesh and bone of tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers and ghouls.

So a detour becomes the best option.

So this round, Tirio. Fording went far away.

It is impossible to cross the river, it is impossible to cross the river in this life, and thousands of cavalry, crossing the river in the upper reaches of the turbulent water, is simply a SHIT in the brain.

So first detour to the east, then turn west against the riverbank, avoid the area where the Undead Scourge has amassed a large number of troops, and finally launch an assault to break through the northern offensive besieging Andohar in one fell swoop.

That's him Tirio. Ferdin's escape route.

Running away is shameful, but useful.

There is no time and conditions left to give him Tirio. Ferdin's population was gathered to expand his army, and the first priority was to join forces with Carlos.

So, Tirio. By chance, Fording ran headlong into a cluster of undead scourge casters that Carlos, Mograini, and the mages couldn't find.

Three Death Knights, more than fifty psychics and necromancers, the backbone of the Scourge Legion gathered.

The evil smoke from the cauldron of plague obscured the probing of the mage's eye, and the ominous runes emitted an evil aura.

Somewhere in a glade less than ten kilometers from Andorhar, the Lich King's minions are engaged in their despicable work.

Tirio. Fording wanted to figure out what the enemy was trying to do, but time was running out.

The sun is about to set, and if you can't rush into Andohar to join up with friendly forces, the wilderness cavalry in the night is not as effective as the hoplites.

So Tirio. Furding gave up the plan to dig deeper, and it was over, everything that the enemy wanted to achieve was something we had to destroy, and everything that made the enemy uncomfortable was something we had to implement.

Guided by the minds of the two whatevers, Tirio. Fordin took the lead and led the cavalry of the Valley of the Hearth to launch the Ula Assault.

No, it's not that Ulla is the first in the world, and it's not that Old Ferding doesn't know cavalry tactics, but that Fireplace Valley doesn't produce cavalry in the first place.

A soldier who fights on horseback can naturally be called a cavalry, but cavalry is also different from cavalry, and a real cavalry is not as simple as being able to ride a horse and wield a weapon. With the exception of the mountain dwellers of the Alterac Plateau and the herdsmen of the Arathi Highlands, no lord in the Lordaeron region dared to claim that his subjects were natural cavalry.

Because these two places were originally the main horse-producing areas in the alliance, they were born and could not be compared.

Horsemanship is a skill, and the stupid son of the landlord's family can also ride his own tall horse and wield a pitchfork to rub the witcher to death, but cavalry is discipline, mutual trust between comrades, and the courage to move forward to death.

Only a warrior without a trace of fear in his heart can keep a distance of less than an elbow from his comrades on a war horse that is seventy miles away.

Only the legion at the top of the food chain can tear apart all obstacles that dare to stand in its way in an unparalleled onslaught.

Cavalry is a united branch of the army, and cavalry tactics are the ultimate skill of living to the death.

I'm sorry the lads in Fireplace Valley can't do it.

So Tirio. Ferdins can only lead the charge, don't ask, ask is Ula ~~~~~~~

And this battle also perfectly confirms Carlos's point of view.

In the case of being weak in troops, the Scourge is really scum......

The undead legion of the Death Knights and Necromancers guarding this glade is obviously not a big deal, but the number is too small, about a little in the early thousands.

Under the sudden advance of the 5,000 Hearthland Valley cavalry, the flaws of the individual combat effectiveness of the Cataclysmic soldiers were exposed.

The biggest problem with this group of undead scourge is that their casters are constantly channeling spell casting, and in the face of unexpected situations, the magic backlash caused by interrupting spell guidance prevents them from smashing devastating spells on the enemy's head in the first place.

So, in Tirio. After Ferding slashes and beheads an arrogant and unrecognizable Death Knight, the battle loses its suspense.

Just as not every cavalry can implement cavalry tactics, not every mage can use a staff to use martial arts including but not limited to slashing, jumping, and slashing.

Losing reaction time and guard space, Old Ferding led people to directly trample all these necromancers into scum.

But the other two Death Knights saw that the situation was not right and ran away decisively.

So the boys of Hearthvale didn't have time to shout victory, and they had to embark on a desperate journey.

Because of the undead Plague, the undead army has surrounded it.

If you can't storm into Andohar, they'll all die!

So, a joke that is too dark for the scourge of the undead appears.

The two desperate armies finished saving each other.

Before the last rays of light faded, Tirio was surrounded and pursued by heavy troops. Fordin appeared in front of the Aldohar garrison, which was about to collapse.

"Attack! It's reinforcements, and they're coming in!! ”

Mograini didn't have time to seek Carlos' advice, he made his judgment and rushed out first.

The Ember Bringer felt his master's excitement, and the blazing light was as hot as flames, and with a single blow, it cleared the way for the soldiers' assault.

"Move all the debris away, it's the cavalry, give them a clear path, hurry, rush up, don't let the undead block the way!"

In the darkness, the light guides the way, Tirio. Seeing the light of the Ember Bringer, Ferdins did not hesitate to respond, and he and his warhorse were indestructible and merged with each other under the protection of the Holy Light.

"For the Alliance!"

Tirio. Fording shouted, and the Fireplace Valley cavalry was instantly imposing.

The sudden situation in the north stimulated fighting in two other directions.

Although the situation is not clear at all, the reinforcements from the north, this sensitive keyword has greatly encouraged the humans of Andohar.

Although I don't know why, it's right for the sake of the alliance.

For a moment, Andohal fell into an inexplicable frenzy.

Despite the heavy casualties, the number of people counted afterwards showed that more than 1,700 people were not able to break through the barrier of the undead scourge and enter Andohar.

Tirio. Ferdin, at another time, could be court-martialed for this battle.

But in the moment, he is a well-deserved hero.

Because of his bravery, Anhador survived this most difficult night.

The battle was endless, and by noon the next day, the frenzy did not subside.

And by the next afternoon, Carlos' first reinforcements had arrived.

Combat Frenzy gets renewed.

By the early morning of the third day, the three reorganized legions were in place, and the Scourge of the Dead had completely lost the possibility of capturing Andohar.

On the fifth day, 37,000 professional soldiers who had completed the transition from the front line of Arathi's orc eradication told the militiamen of Andohar what a real alliance veteran was after thirteen days of hard fighting, and also told the undead that the Scourge was why the alliance continued to this day.

Lined up in three simple long formations, the heavily armored soldiers pushed out with the simplest and most modest maces and half-body shields.

After three hours of fighting, Carlos's legions swept through the outskirts of Andorhar, recapturing all strategic points before the battle began, costing less than 700 casualties and humanely destroying more than 10,000 skeletal soldiers and ghouls.

At this point, the situation in the offensive and defensive battle of Andohar was reversed.