"You have no chance of winning, take your army, your soldiers, leave the land, the tribe promises not to pursue, we want peace, this war is pointless."

A few days later, just when the quarry was closed and the Alliance had no stone to spare, and Dai Lin was in a hurry, the Tribe's ambassador suddenly appeared outside the Alliance's camp. Ares didn't know how he learned to speak the lingua franca, but anyway, he just slipped through his way to convey the meaning of his Grand Chief to Daelin and to the rest of the Alliance Legion.

The result, of course, provoked the wrath of the admiral.

"Pointless? No, it means far, the Alliance will take over the land, and you, you beasts, will be driven out of Azeroth. Want peace? It makes me sick to hear that from the mouths of you orcs. ”

Dalin yelled. He was annoyed by the arrogance of the tribal emissary, but in fact the other party was not speaking to Dalin with contempt, it was a very equal conversation. It's just that the speaker has no intention, and the listener has the intention......

"I've delivered everything I need to convey. Since you have chosen war, the tribe will have to fight again. But I just want to warn you one more thing - the 200,000 tribal armies have been assembled outside your castles, and we have a powerful war machine and a constant supply of logistics. The Great Chief Thrall wants peace, but many orcs don't think so. ”

The tribal messenger spoke, and Ares gradually felt an atmosphere of discord in his words. Perhaps, as he himself said, there are not many people in the entire tribe who are truly doves......

After driving the orc messenger out of the camp, this great battle between the tribal alliances was inevitable.

Standing on the highest point of the mountain fortress, you can see that the entire camp is already full of tribal legions. The mountains are endless, and there is no end in sight. The scene in front of him reminded Ares of the Plaguelands against the Scourge Legion, and it was also the scene where the black and overwhelming enemies overwhelmed the territory, and the dense crowd of soldiers, beasts, and war machines covered the land. With every step forward, the orc legions let out a terrifying roar like a raging wind and a tsunami, and the light of the sun and moon dimmed.

And the alliance, on the other hand, has also entered a state of first-level preparation. The archers and crossbowmen of Kurtilas climbed the heights, ready to go, and supplies were placed around the mountain, round and round, piling up in every corner of the mountain. Heavy artillery and ballistas were also moved to higher ground, giving the illusion of overlooking the burning plains from Blackstone Mountain.

At the same time, due to the lack of location on the high ground, Daelin and Jean led the main army of the alliance to be arranged at the bottom of the hill to meet the enemy in a neat formation. Gianna is at the top of the mountain, commanding Kul Tiras's artillery and crossbowmen, launching long-range strikes against the orc army.

On the tribe's side, the orc army led and commanded by Thrall himself was located in the center of the entire army, and most of the orcs had already roared and couldn't wait. If it weren't for their leader's deliberate control of the tempo, these orc warriors would have already turned on the furious charge mode at this time.

To the right of the main army, is Kane. The Minotaur Legion led by Bloodhoof, they are not many in number, probably only more than 20,000 people, but they are tenacious in combat, even larger in size than the orcs, and their bodies are stronger, and their impact and endurance are amazing.

Finally, behind the shock legion of orcs and minotaurs, there is an army of dark spears led by Woking. Slightly fewer in number than the Orcs, they are mainly responsible for long-range support, and they can also rush up for hand-to-hand combat when necessary, you know, in melee combat, they are not much weaker than the Orcs, and they are only good at using weapons such as bows and spears to place them in the rear. As a reserve force.

The yellow sand is long, and the barren land has ushered in the final battle between the tribe and the alliance today. It's just that Ares knows that the tribe at this time has not really reached its peak, and the alliance is even more broken. Only Kurtilas and Gilneth fought, and the three main factions, Stormwind, the Night Elves, and the Copperbeard Dwarves, did not fight. But with the current momentum, it is also destined to be a bitter and bloody battle.

"Honey, when the time goes to war, save yourself some mana."

Standing in the makeshift fortifications at the top of the mountain, Ares spoke to Gianna with affection. And Gianna quickly understood the meaning of the words.

"You're telling me to leave some leeway, not to use all my might, because the alliance is likely to be defeated......"

Gianna said calmly after being silent.

"I didn't say that."

"But that's what you mean, I know ......"

Gianna said, holding out her right hand and caressing Ares' cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll see what happens."

Then, she said softly.

"If it fails, teleport to Gakison, where I bought a ship......"

Ares said affectionately. Then, riding on his own warhorse, the Ember Messenger glittered behind him, and at this moment, what Gianna saw on his man's face was trust and calmness. Unlike his father, who was devoured by revenge and carried away by war.

……

"Brothers, twenty years ago, our compatriots, our relatives, our parents, were slaughtered by orcs in that war. Twenty years ago, you were children, and you could do nothing about the catastrophe and could only watch as your families were slaughtered by this group of green-skinned beasts, countless families were shattered, and refugees were displaced into the wilderness. Like you, I remember the catastrophe, the orcs, and the deep pain that the tribe inflicted on us. ”

"Today, this beast, this bloodthirsty tribe, stands before us. The time has come to pay the debt of blood, brothers, for the sake of the alliance, we will tear through the enemy's defenses with cannons and swords, and defend our lost glory with blood! ”

At the foot of the mountain, Dai Lin stood in front of 100,000 Alliance soldiers on horseback and gave an extremely high-pitched speech. The image was so familiar that Ares vaguely remembered the time when he led the Ash Inquisitors in Lordaeron to fight against the undead of the Scourge. Time passes, and everything in front of you is like a picture of the past. It's just that the enemies have become flesh-and-blood orcs, minotaurs, and trolls.

As soon as the words of Dai Lin's speech fell, the position of the alliance boiled. The soldiers slammed their spears against the ground and their swords against their shields in a heroic roar.

And the horde army on the opposite side also began to attack.

The yellow sand rolled, and gradually, the earth began to tremble. Countless orcs and minotaurs began to roar and charge, and with the long sound of their horns, Kodo beasts and wolves rushed into the battlefield, and the beasts galloped!