"No, you will help me, for the order for Dalaran will come soon." Locke said calmly.

An elven mage standing beside Liliana frowned and said, "Hey, what are you talking about, isn't it possible that we elves have an obligation to help you humans?" ”

A smile appeared on Locke's lips, and soon, a letterhead came from the tent gate, and when Liliana saw that the letterhead was engraved with Dalaran's mark, her face changed slightly.

"I guessed this guy right."

Locke led an army of a hundred humans to the cliff, quietly looking at the castle erected on the cliff, and behind him, in turn, stood the elven mage, the cavalry commander, and Arthas.

The three elven mages had their faces full of dissatisfaction, and since the letterhead they had just received had been asked to help the Alsace army put down the rebellion in the Alterac Mountains, they had not mentioned the orc problem.

Locke yawned, Dalaran's order was already expected by him, because if you look down from the sky, you can see that the dense orc army on the snowy mountains is pouring towards the castle, if you can't solve the threat of the castle soon, I'm afraid that soon, the prince of Arthas will be in danger.

If Arthas died, Dalaran would have to face Lordaeron's wrath, and such unnecessary anger was not what Dalaran wanted.

Locke sighed, he knew that the current situation was very critical, but if he wanted to win a voice in Lordaeron's political situation, then he had to keep winning, and he had to win and win, and try to make everyone agree with him as a little nobleman who came out of nowhere.

Because the threat of the Scourge is coming.

He looked at the castle not far away, and then said slowly: "Storming that castle in three hours may seem like an impossible task in your eyes, but for me, it is a very simple matter. ”

"Because I myself are a century ahead of you."

When the frantic speech came out, it caused a wave of dissatisfaction among the soldiers behind him, but Locke did not spread this dissatisfaction, but pointed to the castle not far away with the destroyer of all worlds in his hand and said, "Then the war has begun." ”

Locke knew very well in his heart that the castle not far away had three difficulties, the first was the traps scattered on the road, which were guarded by noble private soldiers, and there were quite a few of them. The second is the towering city wall, if it can't open the gap, even if Locke's army is several times larger, it is impossible to capture the castle, and the third is the Blackstone tribe, the notorious orc tribe has sown pain in this land countless times, but Locke has no doubt about their combat effectiveness.

Locke's army was divided into two groups, the first was the elite mounted cavalry of the army, and the second was Lordaeron's hoplites.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Alsace, please let me show you how a real war is fought." Locke said slowly.

The tactical plan was quickly distributed to the generals of all arms, and it is worth affirming that as the excellent military generals of Lordaeron, although they expressed a degree of dissatisfaction with Locke, they would carry out the military plan accurately on the battlefield.

Locke and Arthas stood on the cliff, quietly observing the battle below, and at Locke's side, Liliana had promised Locke, even if his orders were transmitted to the brains of the battlefield generals below.

The first line of defense is actually very simple to crack, with Locke's experience in serving in the Scourge Legion for many years, he can clearly see the trap line on the field, he directly gave an order in the mind of the cavalry team, and then, the numerous heavy cavalry are like a torrent of steel, directly crushing the scattered noble private soldiers.

When Lordaeron's banner was planted in front of the castle, the orcs standing on the walls had not yet reacted.

The war continued, and when the nobles' private soldiers were hit by a heavy cavalry attack, they scattered in all directions, and the faint ones immediately ran away, while the more daring ones took out their weapons at their waists and fought the Lordaeron cavalry on their horses.

However, these soldiers who had lost their formations were quickly crushed to death by the besieging hoplites, and Arthas frowned directly at this brainless charge.

Almost instantly, the enemy's first line of defense had collapsed, but more than twenty knights had already been lost among the hoplites.

You must know that there are only 60 ironclad cavalry in the entire Guard of Alsace. The loss of this charge is not insignificant. Arthas looked at the situation below and said, "My cavalry has lost more than twenty men, and with only 80 soldiers left, can I easily defeat the main force of the enemy living in the castle?" ”

"You must know that the main forces of the enemy have not yet moved."

The voice was already close to reproach, Locke smiled slightly, and then said: "Of course, Your Royal Highness, I assure you that the enemy's rout will be faster than you think, do you believe it?" ”

Arthas was slightly stunned.

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"Those weak humans are not worth mentioning." The orcs standing on the city wall looked at the situation below and said coldly: "But these cannon fodder have completed their mission. ”

Jubiters said this calmly, he was the chief of the Blackstone tribe, that is, the descendant of Orgrim, unlike his predecessor, this orc swordmaster had clearly accepted the belief of demons, and raised the status of an orc warlock to the same level as a shaman.

The Blackstone Tribe has been a demon minions in Azeroth since Jubithasa.

Jubitses was not very old, and the brown skin on his body and the demonic carvings covered with runes all showed that the strength of this orc sword master should be around the peak of the master level.

He swung the blade in his hand, the demonic ninja was full of evil power, and the chaotic power made the weapon look like a divine blade.

"This is the aristocratic private soldiers of the human race, it is ridiculous, it was completely wiped out by the human cavalry with a charge, you know, the Blackstone tribe once faced the charge of the human cavalry group, and finally defeated the human cavalry."

Jubiters snorted coldly, although he said so, but the rout under the castle had already caught him a little unexpected, in his plan, no matter how weak the human army was, it would be able to hold out for at least half an hour, but now it only took a few minutes, and the first line of defense was crushed by the human hoplites.

"Hmph, who is the commander on the other side?" Jubiters said this slowly, but no one around him responded to him, after all, as the chief of the Blackstone tribe, his temper can be said to be very irritable, and the chaotic attribute given to him by the demon caused even the Alterac nobles to be afraid of his sudden attack after they allied with him.

Jubiters squinted his eyes and saw a special human from the army below, and the reason why he was special was because this human was riding a nightmare.

The others couldn't see it, but as a loyal minion of the demon, there was no way he wouldn't know the Nightmare Warhorse.