What is the most important thing before a big war begins? Is it to prepare food and grass, or to raise troops, or to make a plan?

No, those things are really important, but the most important thing is to know yourself and your opponent, because only by knowing yourself and knowing your opponent can you survive a hundred battles.

Izzy had always wanted to be able to know himself completely, but he also knew in his heart that complete intelligence control could be pursued, but not forced.

Because both sides of the war have their own hole cards, and it is difficult to know what those hole cards will be until they are revealed.

But that's okay, Izzy feels that as long as he can do eighty percent of the "know the other" and nine percent of the "confidant" is enough, he just needs to avoid those unknown risks and successfully complete the plan to win the final victory.

An hour after the end of the last battle, the repaired horde army was drawn again, but it was said that the army was pulled, but in fact, it was a feint to attract the attention of the enemy, after all, the undead floating city above Utgard Castle was still waiting for them to enter the range of the necromantic ray.

The real attack was in another place, and it had already begun hours earlier.

The geography of Utgard Castle is very... Terrible, so to speak, invulnerable.

The castle is surrounded by pine woodlands of plains that are not too dense to provide shelter, and beneath the walls is a natural moat of snowmelt rivers.

Originally, these geographical advantages were not a problem in front of the tribe's magic artillery, but it was a pity that the enemy sent the undead floating city to suppress the tribe's magic artillery with a condescending range advantage.

And this also gave birth to a problem, if the Horde ground attack will be consumed by the necromantic rays, and the dragon hunting crossbows that attack Utgard Castle from the air are welcoming them, and what is even more terrifying is that the soldiers defending the city are all undead, and there is no possibility of starving them to death or dying of thirst.

The ground, the sky, and the trap were all inadequate, so Izzy thought of a waterway, and luckily one of the two sources of the snowmelt moat outside Utgard Castle was west of the Giant's Plains, where the tribe was currently located.

At this time, an elite tribal team is diving, wearing warm wetsuits made of sea shark wolf fur and underwater breathing potions, and will dive all the way down this snowmelt river to the castle of Utgard, blast the city walls with enchanted bombs, and then kill into the city to create chaos, disable the dragon hunting crossbow on the city wall, and cover the red dragon to defeat the undead floating city.

The leader of the group was Garrosh's lieutenant Bunock, who swam in the icy waters of the snowmelt river, and couldn't help but recall what Garrosh had said to him before he set off.

"Bunock, you're already a warrior who has experienced blood and thunder, and this is your first time on an important mission, and I'm sure you won't let me down. ”

"But General, I still can't believe it's true, I ......"

"Then do you think the Great Chief is wrong?!"

Garrosh interrupted Bunock's words and stared at him coldly, with an unquestionable determination in his eyes, and Bunock suddenly stopped talking and began to obey orders like a soldier.

"I know you're confused, and I used to be, but it's unmistakable. ”

Garrosh said as he glanced around, looking cautious, and then as he spoke, he took two fingers from a necklace with a small iron plaque around his neck, and spoke:

"This gadget was uniformly equipped by our tribe when it left Draenor, as for its function, I'm afraid you don't know yet, I'll tell you now......"

Bunok recalled those memories, and couldn't help but recall the memory of the first time he met Grand Chief Izzy at the Homesickness Hotel, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"The Great Chief of Ichi, who was able to raise General Garrosh, is terrifying, but fortunately he is our High Chief. ”

As he recalled, he suddenly heard some kind of rushing water, and he immediately realized that he had arrived at the planned location.

Bunock immediately stepped out of the water to take a look, dived back into the water and broke off a glow stick, giving the crowd an order to stop moving forward and giving the action a command to begin.

Several fighters wearing diving masks he had appointed in advance quickly climbed out of the river and began to place the ropes in order, while the rest remained in the water and even began to retreat.

Bruno looked at the orc warriors silently, and was a little hesitant at the last moment, but he quickly remembered Garrosh's parting advice, and he made up his mind.

"I will not disappoint your expectations, General Garrosh. ”

Thinking so, Bunock raised his hand and fired a flare into the air, and at the same time he shouted:

"General Garrosh asked me to bring you a message, listen!"

"The despicable traitors will perish in ignorance!

As soon as Bunock shouted, he immediately dived back into the water, but the faces of the orc warriors who were setting up the ropes changed greatly, and they all unveiled their diving masks, and suddenly found that the few people present actually knew each other, and the next moment there was a dazzling light in the sky.

Several orc warriors roared angrily, their bodies became larger, their skin instantly turned green, and as soon as their feet were raised, they were completely hit by a terrifying beam of light.

The beam of light seemed to be made up of countless souls in pain, constantly crying and wailing, and this pain quickly spread to the bodies of the few orcs in disguise, who hugged their heads and wailed, and after a while they were silent.

As the light of the necromantic beam gradually dissipated, the orcs stood like statues, stayed for a few seconds, and then collapsed to the ground as if they had lost their support.

Their bodies were still unharmed, but their souls were no longer there, and the terrible beam of necromancy might have left them in their minds.

On the surface of the snowmelt river on the side, Bunok resurfaced his head, and after confirming the fact that these people were evil orcs, he couldn't help but sigh that the small iron plate around his neck was simply the nemesis of these orc traitors.

I remembered that in the last few years of my stay in Draenor, I had complained about the big chief, why did he go to great lengths to do blood tests to press fingerprints, and what kind of ghost identification tags.

Now that I think about it, I'm so ignorant that I'm pathetic, pathetic like these hateful orc traitors.

As he thought of this, Bunock suddenly noticed a golden glow in the sky above the Floating City of the Undead, as conspicuous as the stars that suddenly appeared in the daytime.

He soon realized that it wasn't some starlight, but the real attack of the Horde!

Bunok immediately laughed, feeling that the outcome of this battle might have been predestined in the mind of the Great Chief of Ichy, and he must not allow himself to be a variable in the victory of the Horde.

"Brothers, the traitors are gone, all of them are hidden ashore for repairs!When the next big war starts and the chaos of the battlefield begins, it will be the time for us to show our skills and win honors!"