The smoke and dust in the sky obscured the already impermeable sky.

By the time the already dim light became more obscure, both warring sides understood that that this was probably the end of the day.

Because it's dark.

The Alliance soldiers who held out to the camp were eating around the campfire, their armor on, their weapons at their waists. A full day of fighting tested the will of the warriors, both physically and mentally.

The coalition persevered, or rather let go.

To the south, Tulayan and the generals who rushed to the front line fought against Orgrim for a full day, with tens of thousands of human orcs fighting wildly in the relatively flat "plains", with neither the Alliance nor the Horde achieving a decisive victory, and the battle line remained deadlocked near the initial battleground.

In the dilapidated war fortress, two roundabout orcs seized the opportunity to seize the opportunity.

However, luck was on Lothar's side, and the earthquake destroyed the city walls and destroyed the surface of the land, and the difficult march gave Lothar time to regroup. The ferocious offensive of the other orc army did not break Gavinrad's will, and the young paladin chanted the name of the Holy Light and fought the whole game, but after all, the orc's plan did not succeed.

By the time Lothar saw Gavin Rad again, the young paladin had fallen into a deep coma.

"The adults fell after the battle, and at that time the adults couldn't even hold the sword, and their whole body was out of strength, covered with blood, and there were their own, and more of them were orcs. Before he fell unconscious, he had something to convey to you, the marshal. ”

"Say it."

"Tell the marshal that I did my best. Tell my father that I love him. ”

……

The daytime battles drained the soldiers' energy, and the silence of the night also lurked great fear.

Lothar walked through the dilapidated camp with a tired body, and motioned to the soldiers to rest well, rather than get up and salute.

Although the world of Azeroth has no president and no "On Protracted War", Lothar still understands the truth of the loss of the land and the loss of the land of the people.

Maybe...... It's time to leave.

Knowing that he was invincible, Lothar, as the generalissimo, had a fairly clear understanding of the two military groups, the Alliance and the Horde.

Hilbride won by luck, half a year ago, the waves of orcs like a tide of surging attacks were the culprit of Lothar's awakening in the middle of the night, and it was a nightmare for all the soldiers of the Alliance. Three fights and one is counter-killed, which is too normal in the eyes of the alliance side, without five soldiers, who is sure to win an orc.

Even so, the league won.

Winning or losing never asks about the means, victory is only a result.

As a very conscientious teacher, the orcs used their blood and suffering to teach the humans who had been comfortable on the continent of Lordaeron for a long time what real war was, and also forged a strong army comparable to that of Emperor Soladin when he defeated the trolls.

No, it could be stronger!

Lothar felt that if it was the current alliance, it would not even need Quel'Salas's magic to push the trolls head-on.

But so what?

Daring to lead 30,000 lone troops to garrison the Burning Plains is a scientific judgment, and there are three evidences. First of all, it is the existence of the war fortress, relying on the strong walls of the fortress and the dense defensive posts on the periphery, it is impossible for the orcs to mobilize a large force to form a siege momentum, and the war will eventually become a stalemate war of material consumption. Even drinking water is a strategic material in this hellish place of the Burning Plains, and the orcs have no capital to play any tricks with humans. Secondly, from the victory at the Battle of Hillbride, the alliance bottomed out, victories, victories, victories, constant victories, a high-morale alliance and a war-bellied tribe, in stark contrast. In the end, these 30,000 people are the most elite 30,000 people in the seven countries of the alliance, including the Iron Fort of Silvermoon City, and they are the backbone of the alliance.

Because of this, Lothar dared to personally direct the battle on the Burning Plains at the risk of his own life.

But on the other hand, the strongest place is also the most important lifeline.

Speaking of 300,000 alliance troops, how many are really elite in a hundred battles?

It's not more than 60,000 when it's full.

There are also some of them such as Carlos. The Knights under Barov, Jean. Greymane's Guards, Daelin. Prodmore's Marines, or even Tyrenus. Minehir's direct legion.

After the victory at the Battle of Hillbride, the kings of the kingdoms withdrew some of their legions to varying degrees. Lothar could understand, and even agree, that the basis of rule was not only in name, but also in military power. Afterwards, the kings recruited more soldiers to join the alliance, so that Lothar was not even interested in mentioning it.

However, at the moment, it is a big problem.

The earthquake destroyed the Alliance's war fortresses and surrounding fortifications, and the orcs were able to fight for at least a week on the dry rations they carried.

It is not impossible to rely on the 30,000 alliance to fight against 50,000 orcs in the wild...... But it's a big loss.

And if Orgrimm, the Great Chief of the Tribe, was not a fool, the messenger for help was already on his way.

On his own side, although Lothar hid 20,000 people in the Scorching Gorge, if Uther wasn't an idiot, he should have set out to move the rescuers.

But far water can't quench the thirst of the near.

Blackstone Mountain has always been an unsettling factor, and with the orcs of Blackstone Mountain, Lothar estimates that there are probably more than 80,000 orcs to face now.

Orcs fight humans, two fight one......

Maybe it's really time to go, a temporary defeat is nothing, and the situation of the alliance will not change because the tribe takes advantage of the natural disaster to break a war fortress. The more than 100,000 reinforcements in the follow-up of Ironforge Fort were not placed there as decorations. Lothar kept thinking about it as she patrolled, and finally made up her mind.

Fight a nice little counterattack, and then walk away.

It is not easy to make up your mind, and it is even more difficult to implement it.

The current stalemate is due to the fact that at least half of the Coalition forces are playing against Orgrim on the front, and the entire frontal battlefield is intertwined. It took Lothar a full three days to pass on the crude order to every general who was leading the troops. The biggest good news during this period is that the orc army in Blackstone Mountain did not move, and the two roundabout orcs also stopped the alliance camp as if it were a routine, and there even seemed to be a camp roar during the period.

Judging from the news fed back by Tulayan, Lothar judged that Ogrim was also hesitating, and it was a difficult choice to attack or retreat. The Coalition Clan seems to have the upper hand in this small battlefield, but if the battle is not resolved before the ammunition is exhausted, Orgrim's orc army is likely to be in a dilemma, because the Horde's Grand Chief cannot determine when the Alliance's reinforcements will arrive.

Both Lothar and Orgrim actually had the same problem————— lack of intelligence.

The only difference was that Lothar had made up her mind a few hours earlier than Orgrim.

The dust caused by the earthquake has gradually subsided in the past three days, and today is a difficult sunny day, and the burning plains have seen the sun for the first time in a long time.

Lothar is determined to annihilate a roundabout army of orcs today. The troops of the black hand reacted, otherwise they would be stuck in the passage by him, and then it would not be a question of whether they wanted to retreat, but whether they could go.

Orgrim finally made up his mind and said to the envoy.

"Go back and tell Red that I agree with his plan, for the sake of the old chief."

In the mountains of Lordaeron, the kobold who played happily were wiped out, and a group of tin men came out of the depths of the tunnel, killing them for any reason, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, not even letting go of the rat jerky, and the kobold babies couldn't beat it at all......

Out of the mine, the death squad members who escaped death cried with joy, grabbed the snow on the ground and stuffed it into their mouths. Carlos was also moved to tears by the reflection of the snow on the ground, so he grabbed Khadgar by the collar.

"Can you be reliable? Can your teleportation spells be more reliable? Where is this? Northrend? I'm not shouting a charge, target Northrend! ”