Looking at the soldiers scattered and retreating like a tide in front of him, Marshal Alfred closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Finished!

When Long Yan burned the Shuai Banner, he already understood that the Ninth Legion and his life's work were wiped out at this moment

I think I was just a small squadron leader in the Lordaeron Kingdom. In the Second Orc War, the Lordaeron Alliance was established, and he led fifty brothers to participate in the battle with the Duke of Lothar, the generalissimo of the coalition and known as the Lion of Azeroth, and fought all the way down from Lordaeron to Blackstone Mountain, witnessing the death of the Duke of Lothar and the defeat of the Orgrim tribe. fought all the way, relying on the group of brothers who shared life and death and the courage to fight to the death, he made achievements again and again, and finally became a well-known regiment commander, but it was only a little famous.

In the years that followed, as the mainland was turbulent and war-torn in the world, he and his warriors fought in all directions, witnessing their glory with the corpses of countless enemies. Demons, undead, orcs, trolls, all kinds of enemies are defeated by him. Similarly, he has been defeated and fled many times, but with his indomitable will and rock-solid character, he has pulled up a resilient team in defeat after defeat. Its attack power can only be said to be mid-to-high among the major armies of the Alliance, but its solid defense capability is enough to dominate the entire Alliance and even the continent of Azeroth. However, in the world of Azeroth, which advocates individual strength, any living army is known for its strong strength and attack power, so Alfred and his soldiers, who are biased towards defense, have always had a bad reputation, and are often ridiculed.

And in the battle where Arthas returned and Lordaeron was destroyed, he suffered an unprecedented defeat! In the face of the flood of the undead army of Kel'thugad, he and his 3,000 brothers fought for three days, allowing the remnants of Lordaeron to retreat to Hills and the town of Southseas, fleeing to the storm. This battle achieved the greatest honor of his life, and he also jumped from the captain of the Legion to the Marshal of the Alliance on the Megatron side, and obtained the qualification to form the Ninth Legion.

Again, this battle destroyed his most elite combat team. Most of his old men who had followed him for many years fell in front of the army of the undead, and a few survivors were taken to Minehir Harbor to become the backbone of the Ninth Legion.

There are more soldiers under his command, and his strength has also been greatly improved. But the overall quality is worlds different from that of his old subordinates.

He pinned his nostalgia for his brothers who died in battle to the Ninth Legion, and tried his best to create an elite army, but his efforts were in vain.

The gap between the elite who have survived a hundred battles and the new legions cannot be bridged by training and equipment!

If it was those old brothers at the beginning, such a small thing as the destruction of grain and grass would not have moved them in the slightest at all. And the burning of the handsome flag and the death of the main general will arouse their fighting spirit, and their morale will rise instead of falling!

But the Ninth Legion in front of him was actually beaten back again and again by the chaotic attacks of a group of trolls and ogres, and now despite the high hopes and all the efforts, after all, it was not the memory of the more than ten years of fighting on the battlefield flashed in front of his eyes one by one, and the roars of those savage races and the wails of the scattered soldiers echoed in his ears Alfred suddenly felt a little powerless, and the generalissimo double-edged sword in his hand, which symbolized honor and strength, suddenly became extremely heavy at this moment

"My lord, retreat!" Adjutant General Francis said to him in a sad tone: "The soldiers have broken and cannot be recovered!" ”

The lieutenant general's sudden voice startled the marshal, and the double-edged sword that was not held firmly in his hand actually fell to the ground accidentally

Alfred looked at the generalissimo's sword on the ground, which symbolized the command of the Ninth Legion, and was speechless.

The surrounding generals looked at Alfred, whose face was like ashes, and suddenly found that the generalissimo in front of him, who had always been majestic and calm, was so confused and old at the moment

While everyone was falling silent, a slender figure wearing silver chain mail walked out of the crowd, came to Marshal Alfred's horse, picked up the generalissimo's sword on the ground and handed it to him~~ "Father! A defeat in a battle should not knock you down, your honor today is obtained from the re-emergence of countless failures~~" He said and pointed to the soldiers who hurriedly fled with a panicked face:

"You have brought them from Minahir Harbour to the highlands, and you should also bring them back until the future when you set foot on this land again and wash away the shame of this time!"

Field Marshal Alfred looked at his daughter, who had picked up his sword, and was stunned for a moment, then he strengthened his mind, stretched out his hand to grasp the saber again, turned around and shouted:

"Amarron!"

The young female commander walked out of the officer array and came to Alfred and fell down on one knee: "Marshal! ”

"Take your men and gather the scattered soldiers, take them to the Valley of Refuge and regroup again!"

"Yes!" Amaron answered and left.

When she left, Marshal Alfred smiled aloud at the other generals around her: "Brothers, I haven't touched this old bone for a long time!" Let's keep the pursuers at bay for these little cubs! ”

The surrounding generals glanced at each other, and they all laughed~~ These people are all old brothers who followed Marshal Alfred from the brutal battles again and again, and the two years of training in Yongang have made them feel uncomfortable, and they finally went to the battlefield and rarely can take action in person, and now they finally got the opportunity, one by one with a face full of excitement gathered behind the marshal, followed him against the rout, and greeted the tribe and the Stonefist Deadwood Alliance

Due to the covert manipulation of the Delaney warrior Goode, the attack momentum of ogres and trolls has been greatly reduced, although the tribal coalition forces on the other side are rushing with all their might, but after all, they are sparse in number and not fast, and when the ogres and trolls can move closer to them, the forwards of the two sides just rushed to a point, and this point is the high-ranking officer team of the alliance led by Marshal Alfred!

This group of officers, led by the old marshal, each led his own personal guard to form an elite unit with nearly 1,000 numbers nailed there, and stubbornly blocked the two enemy forces that were pursuing, allowing the scattered soldiers to pass safely on both sides of them and continue to run for their lives.

was withstood the momentum of the charge, although the tribe side was greedy for this rare opportunity for revenge, but due to the scarcity of numbers, they did not dare to divide their troops to bypass the pursuit, while the other coalition army did not think of dividing their troops to pursue because they had other purposes. The two sides unanimously gathered the momentum of attack on the alliance in front of them, and launched fierce attacks from the northeast, southeast, and southeast directions.

Marshal Alfred's elite team was no match for the Ninth Legion, and even the desperate attacks on both sides failed to move them in the slightest, and they were firmly nailed there like a rock. But Marshal Alfred's reputation for defence doesn't mean he's just a tortoise. After a period of observation, he found that although the two groups of enemies in front of him attacked him at the same time, there was no effective cooperation between them at all, as if there was no agreement between the two sides at all, and there was even a faint sense of vigilance

When this happened, the old marshal spotted the opportunity with his keen sense of battle, and after thinking for a moment, he immediately let the team slowly retreat rhythmically

The tribe and the Stone Fist Deadwood Alliance, which had not improved for a long time, saw that the alliance finally 'couldn't hold on' and began to retreat, and before they could think about it, they excitedly followed the rhythm of their retreat.

As the alliance retreated, both sides followed their pace in rapid pursuit, trying to break through their formation and slash and slash. However, although the improvised alliance formation in front of him seemed to be crumbling, it could always stumble to block the attack, but it did not collapse. After a period of time, the three forces have unconsciously gathered into a straight line, and the tribe that blindly rushed to kill and the Stone Fist Deadwood Coalition Army have unconsciously walked side by side, and there is not some small friction between the soldiers on both sides who killed the red eyes, and the attack intensity has been greatly slowed down

Marshal Alfred looked at the situation in front of him and nodded with great satisfaction~~ As long as he holds on for a while, he can retreat safely with his brothers. The commanders of the two opposing forces can either withdraw their soldiers and disperse them to avoid an escalation of the conflict, or they can only let the chaos worse, and either way, he can retreat safely!

At the same time, the Draenei warrior Goode, who was supervising the battle in the ogre team, also realized the situation in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Alfred really deserves the name of the marshal, and this disadvantage can be brought back." I can't believe our calculations have succeeded, and since you can do this, it will be as you wish! ”

Then he turned to Kokrish beside him and said, "Attack!" ”

After a while, a sharp horn sounded from the rear of the ogre brigade, and immediately, in the stunned eyes of Alfred and the other Alliance generals, all the ogres and trolls close to the horde's formation turned their weapons at the same time and slashed at the orc warriors and forsaken next to them

The sudden attack made hundreds of tribal warriors fall to the ground in an instant, and the remaining warriors reflected, and they no longer cared about estimating the alliance, and turned their heads to kill the ogres and trolls who were attacking them frantically, and the alliance that was beaten to the death just now suddenly became idle, standing in place and watching the chaos in front of them, not knowing what to do

"Marshal? Do we want it? Adjutant General Francis came to Marshal Alfred, who was frowning and contemplative, and asked softly.

The old marshal thought for a moment, waved his hand, and said, "No, we'll retreat now!" ”

The current situation is very favorable for them! The tribe and the ogre trolls in front of them were already in a mess, and the Stonefist Deadwood Coalition didn't know what was wrong, so they directly ignored the alliance troops who were close at hand, and frantically attacked the tribal soldiers who were still fighting side by side just now. However, the tribe was caught off guard by the sudden attack, and their strength was already at the lowest disadvantage among the three parties, so they were already feeling very difficult at the moment, and they didn't have the heart to take care of the alliance's counterattack at all. If they take advantage of the situation, they will definitely lose a lot of money on both sides

However, after all, the team of ogres and trolls is outnumbered, and even the large army of the Ninth Legion can be dispersed, and now these thousand people can take advantage of a little bit in the early stage even if they are in the elite, once they react, the consequences are unimaginable, and the most important thing now is to reorganize the routed army again, and destroy the enemy is second. The most important thing is that once the two sides that are fighting to the death are attacked, it will be fun if they join forces to deal with the alliance! It is also unrealistic to unite with one side to attack the other, and there is no possibility of cooperation with the mortal enemy of the tribe now. What if you join forces with ogre trolls and end up with a tribe? It's better to think about it than to retreat first

As a result, in Nareel's stunned, the situation in the field was turned over in an instant, and the two sides who had been fighting together just now fought vigorously, but the first target to be attacked retreated leisurely

After watching it for a while, he finally realized that the defeated tribe below was his own people, and hurriedly flew down and spewed dragon breath on the side of the fierce battle between the two sides near the ogre troll, forcing back the ogre and the troll, giving the tribal warriors a chance to breathe.

Of course, it dared to make a sneak attack when the two sides were not paying attention, and it didn't dare to attack head-on at all. You must know that the ranged professions of Troll Hunter and Shadow Ranger, Ogre Magi Shaman are not easy to mess with, although they are not as dangerous as the Alliance Brigade just now, but after all, it is not something that a small young dragon can provoke.

With Nariel's support, the tribal alliance finally stabilized its formation, but it was still helpless against the enemy in front of them. The ogre individual has strong combat effectiveness, the troll class cooperates tacitly, and the talent regeneration ability is also very disgusting, and the number of people gathered together is several times that of the tribe, although the formation is chaotic, but it is still not something that the tribal alliance can bear, Nariel saw that they were in a critical situation, and had to risk flying to a low altitude to help the battle, cooperating with the tribal warriors to defend.

In a short time, the tribal warriors followed the old path of the Alliance, and retreated to Hammer Town as they fought in the face of the enemy's tidal attack. The alliance wants to have fewer people and worse equipment than the tribe, but it has won in terms of individual strength, but the individual strength of the enemy it is facing now is not much worse, and it also uses crowd tactics

After losing some manpower, the Horde Alliance finally got a short adjustment gap at the end of a high slope to hold out ogres and trolls.

After repelling an attack, a Forsaken dressed in full-body plate armor, holding dual swords, and exuding a strong aura of death and frost power came to the mage team in the rear team, and shouted at a necromancer dressed as a magister:

"I can't hold it anymore! If it goes on like this, none of us will want to go back alive~~" He said and pointed to the waist-length dead grass covered with the highlands around him: "Set fire to Delluck!" Trolls' ability to regenerate is naturally afraid of fire, and we may have a chance to live! ”

The whole of Arathi Heights is a wild beast-infested wasteland, many places are covered with dead grass growing in a mess, and it is already autumn at this time, and a little spark may cause a sky-high fire, maybe this can indeed stop the pursuers and get a glimmer of life.

However, the magister named Delluck immediately objected, "No! The wind is not in the right direction! Now it's the southwest wind, and if we set it on fire, we will be the first to be unlucky! ”

The battlefield just now was in a straight line between Hammer Town and the Valley of Refuge, and after a chaotic battle, the battlefield had moved some distance to the northeast. The Horde retreated to the northeast, while the Stonefist Deadwood coalition pursued in turn. Therefore, once the arson is under the influence of the southwest wind or will definitely spread in the direction of the tribe, the orcs can say that the undead are more afraid of fire than the trolls, and there is no difference between arson and suicide at this time!

The Forsaken who proposed to set the fire gritted his teeth and made up his mind with difficulty: "Let's retreat to the northeast along the fire first, block the pursuers, and then talk about it, and when it reaches a certain point, I will protect everyone and rush out of the fire!" ”

Delluck couldn't help but wonder: "Fall! How can it be? Once I release it, no one can control it, how can you take all 3,000 people out! ”

"Sooner or later, it's a death! Die at the hands of these filthy ogres and trolls, and let the fire burn to death! The Forsaken, known as the Fallen, shouted hoarsely, and then slowed his tone: "How much can you take out!" ”

Delluck was silent for a moment when he heard this, and finally agreed~: "You go and inform the orcs to retreat with the soldiers now!" After speaking, he walked past the crowd and walked to the front of the line and stood quietly.

Soon, the ogres and trolls, who had adjusted slightly, rushed towards the top of the slope. At the same time, the tribal soldiers also gave up their defense and quickly ran north-northeast regardless of the formation, leaving the mage Delluck alone to face the swarming ogres and trolls~~ Facing the enemies rushing over with crazy shouting, Delluck smiled contemptuously, "Everything, burn me to ashes!" ”

After a low, hoarse roar, the gorgeous staff inlaid with huge red gems in Delluck's hand slammed on the ground, and a flame spread out in a circle from under his feet, instantly igniting the surrounding dead grass~ Immediately, fireballs and flame impacts came out from his side, fanning out towards the enemy in front of him~~ The fireballs were either scattered, or directly hit the enemy, or were dodged and hit the ground. Scattered sparks ignited the dead grass of the wasteland in an instant, and in an instant a fire ignited in the front half of the troll and ogre team, and as the howling southwest wind intensified, it pressed towards the mound where Delluck was

With a leisurely smile on his face, Delluck stood up to the protective flame barrier and looked at the ogres and trolls that were shrouded in fire and scurrying around like headless flies.

On the autumn plateau, the fire spread much faster than the creatures could escape, and most of them were engulfed by the fire, except for a few trolls who managed to reach out with agility.

After watching the enemy's tragic situation for a while, Delluck looked at the fleeing tribal soldiers in the distance with a little worry, and sighed softly. Immediately, at the moment when the fireproof barrier was consumed, the figure disappeared out of thin air on the spot, and after flashing several times on the road, it appeared in the tribe group

(To be continued)