"Huh?!" Karl let out a sigh of surprise in some surprise!

Lothar rode a large armored horse and turned her head to look at Karl with a puzzled look.

"They've rushed out of Stormwind!"

"What ?!!"

Lothar and several other commanders exclaimed.

They all know how strong Stormwind is, even if the tribe is not good at defending the city, the alliance may need to pay a great price to attack the castle, and now that the orcs have taken the initiative to give up this advantage, several commanders of the alliance with rich combat command experience are a little confused. Could it be that the orcs have a convulsion?

"Looks like you still don't know enough about orcs." Karl looked at them with disdain.

Here are the Alliance's Grand Marshal - Andun Lothar, the younger brother of the King of Ironforge - Brian Copperbeard, the eldest sister of the three Windranger sisters - Aurelia Windranger, the future Lightbringer - Uther, the noble paladin of Stormwind - Gavinrad Doom, the Lord of the Hammer - Kudran Brutehammer, the future Marshal of Lothar Tulayan, the future Grand Marshal of Stormwind - Reginald Wendthor, and the commander of Stormwind's defenses - Marcus Jonathan.

Ignoring their glare, Karl said slowly, "The orcs of the tribe are no longer the same orcs as they used to be, they have become brutal, bloodthirsty, and thirsty for battle and blood. Only an attack can arouse the fighting spirit in their hearts, even if such an attack will bring them death, not only will they not be afraid, but they will also be proud of dying on the battlefield. Orgrim is a rare wise leader among the orcs, of course he understands that Stormwind City is tall and strong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but he also knows that once he gives the order to defend to the death, the rustic spirit of those orc warriors who are already low will inevitably be lost, and I am afraid that the tribe will be defeated even faster. ”

The commanders pondered Carl's words seriously, and Carl glanced up in the direction of Stormwind, "So, instead of routing, it is better to arouse the blood and fighting spirit of the orcs, and fight to the death with us, if you can defeat us, it would be the best, but ......"

Carl didn't say any more, and everyone understood what he meant. If the alliance had been so easily defeated, it wouldn't be where it is today, and Ogrim seems to be ready to take the plunge.

"It seems that this big chief really deserves to be the leader of the tribe, and he actually knows how to attack the west." A chuckle appeared on the corner of Carl's mouth, outside Stormwind City, Orgrim personally led his elite guard on the left, and on the right there was another group of orcs with blades embedded in one hand, Carl immediately recognized that this was the Broken Hand Clan, so the leader standing in front of them should be the chief of the Broken Hand Clan - Kargas Blade Fist.

"Striking the West?" Lothar is worthy of the heroic commander of Azeroth, not only brave, but also extremely intelligent, after a little thought, he understood what Karl meant, "They want to deliberately have an attack on one side to attract us, and then lead the main force to launch a fierce attack from the other side, and take us by surprise......"

When the others heard Lothar's explanation, they suddenly realized, and their resentful eyes shot at Karl in a volley, even if the general commanders of the alliance know this tactic well, you can just say no, you have to use such a profound word to completely lead them into the ditch.

Karl rolled his eyes at them, it's rare to pay attention to these guys who don't know how to learn, Sun Tzu's art of war and thirty-six strategies have such profound military knowledge, and it is in vain to tell you turtles.

"What's the point of considering such a low-level tactic, let's just kill it, the orcs are not even as good as children," Aurelia said loudly, glancing at Karl, "Our fleet has blocked the sea, and they have no way to escape." ”

"Madam Aurelia is right." Brian echoed, "It's time to deal with these beasts, they've destroyed our homeland, it's time to get the judgment and punishment they deserve!" ”

Lothar looked at Karl, who didn't mean to speak, and then looked at the other commanders, who were also eager to try, Lothar nodded: "Okay then, let's go now!" It's time for the decisive battle! ”

…………

Perhaps seeing victory beckoning ahead, the soldiers marched very fast, and in less than an hour, they had already reached the front of Stormwind. When they saw the scene in front of them, everyone, except for Carl, couldn't help but take a breath.

In front of Stormwind stood a neat procession, standing like an immovable mountain, huge in size, with strong shoulders and strong thighs, no armor on their bodies, only a sash and a few rudimentary shoulder pads and fur boots, and a huge weapon in their hands, like an iron rod, but the other end was noticeably thicker, and it was covered with sharp spikes, which made people feel chills at the first glance, and it was impossible to imagine the consequences of being hit by such a weapon.

It's an ogre!

The soldiers of the Alliance had known for a long time that this creature was taller and stronger than the orcs, and while it might take a dozen soldiers to pay half the price to kill an ogre, the soldiers were not afraid. But the group of guys in front of them were obviously the elite of the ogres, and they just stood there quietly, without even making a sound, and the air in front of them was as cold as if they were frozen.

Aurelia's face blushed a little ugly, she thought about the contemptuous words she had said before, as if the tribe had been as weak as ants in front of her, but now ......

The others didn't bother to pay attention to the look of this tsundere lady, their faces were solemn, and the tribe seemed to be really ready to fight to the death with the alliance. They looked at it in confidence and nodded heavily to everyone, no matter what, today was the day when the Alliance and the Horde would decide the winner, and only one side would be the final victor.

Neither the leaders nor the soldiers on either side spoke, or knew that there was no point in bothering to talk at all!

Finally......

"Uther." Lothar shouted loudly, and the paladin rode up to Lothar, who pointed the great royal sword in his hand, the sword of oath that symbolized the defense of Azeroth, at the immobile orcs, which was enough to explain the meaning.

Uther nodded, turned his horse's head, and motioned for the rest of the Silver Hand to follow him, then lowered the visor of his helmet and pulled out his hammer and raised it high.

"In the name of the Light!" Uther shouted, a dazzling light surrounding him and the aloft warhammer, "The time has come to put an end to these savage invaders, Silver Hand—Charge!! ”

Uther stepped his mount with a squeeze between his legs, and the horse roared and rushed towards the orc with a heavy stampede. The paladins of the Silver Hand also rushed forward with the urging of their horses.

Come on, come on! It's time for you to taste the true power of the Horde! Orgrim's eyes were as cold as a blade, and the sound of the galloping horses getting closer and closer did not affect him in the slightest. He slowly drew the Hammer of Destruction, the weapon that followed him in his battles, and it was sure to be full of blood today!

"Warriors of the tribe! Blood and glory await us, let these humans understand the strength of our tribe! Warriors, attack! Kill them all—Lok'tar-Ogar! ”

"For the Horde!"

“Lok’tar-Ogar！”

The elite of ogres and orcs waved their weapons and charged forward after their great chieftain.

"Boom!"

Cavalry is undoubtedly the best class of troops when fighting with cold weapons, and this advantage makes up for the gap between the individual strength of the paladins of the Silver Hand and the elite of ogres. The warriors on both sides met in the blink of an eye.

With the powerful impact of the impact, Uther swung the hammer heavily, and the ogre warrior tried to block the hammer with the giant stick in his hand, but apparently he miscalculated Uther's speed, and the hammer had already hit him in the head one step ahead of him, and the ogre's ridiculous-looking head burst open like a watermelon, and its headless body shook, and then it was knocked out by another Silver Hand Paladin who rushed over, and fell into the ogre's array, and there was no sound again.

Orgrim's equally accurate blow to the horse's head was a clever move, although the horse was also covered with armor, but obviously, the power of the tribal chieftain hammered the armor to deformation, and blood gushed out from the horse's mouth, nose and ears, and then the horse suddenly fell, and the paladin on horseback flew out unexpectedly, and was knocked on the neck by a smiling ogre elite, and the paladin didn't even have time to snort, and his body fell to the ground like a noodle board. (To be continued.) )