The gale rises at the end of the green ping, and the huge waves become between the waves.

When Zujin once again raised the banner of the Amani Empire, when the trolls of Zu Aman were ready to vent their resentment that had been pent up for millennia, when the ancient races from the Eastern Kingdoms decided not to remain silent.

The two battlefields, separated by thousands of miles, have become a community of destiny.

Once upon a time, the elves of Quel'Thalas, together with the humans of the Arathor Empire, joined forces to bury the hope of revival of the oldest empire and burn the civilization of the trolls.

For nearly 600 years, the Far Traveler troops of Silvermoon City have used trolls as a final test for recruits, encircled and suppressed once a year, leaving the people of Zuaman trapped in a corner and looking across the mountains to their hometown.

Civilization has been destroyed, foundations shaken, and the able-bodied Amani Troll warriors have to use stones and fangs against the well-armed High Elves. Countless people cried to Zujin, it was not that our army was incompetent, but that the elves had magic. At this time, the heroes of the old, the elders of the trolls, the rulers of Zuaman, the trolls Zujin can only appease his people with gods and beliefs.

Today, however, nothing is the same.

Ogrim. The Hammer of Doom brings a covenant to the trolls, bringing with it steel and shadows.

For a whole year, Orgrim squeezed his tight transportation capacity to secretly provide the Amani trolls of Zuaman with enough weapons and equipment to arm an army of 10,000.

Over the course of a year, Zujin led his people to unite all the tribes, conquered many vassals, including kobolds, and trained countless birds of prey in the service of the trolls.

Bobcat, Storm Bear, Dragon Eagle, Thunder Falcon.

Surrounded by armies of beasts and slaves, Zujin launched the troll's biggest revenge war in hundreds of years.

Whether it was Lordaeron or Quel'Salas, the Amani trolls were at odds.

The High Elves are close at hand, and you can kill them by turning left when you go out.

Not far from humans, through the mountain woodlands, is Stratholme.

For Zu Jin, there was no difference between the degree of hatred of the High Elves and humans, according to his meaning, which one was close to the other.

Just joining the tribe always has to show some sincerity, since Ogrim wants the trolls to go south to attack the humans, then he can't help but consider the feelings of his allies.

So Zujin decided to kill the High Elves first, and then kill the humans to vent his anger.

So, on the appointed day, the war in the north was rekindled.

From the rebel camps in the Valley of Thorns, to the sporadic resistance of the Elwyn Forest to the snow of Kazmodan, from the swamps of the wetlands to the storming of the Saldo Bridge to the fierce battles of the Hillbride Hills.

The war has burned the entire Eastern Kingdom, and there is no place in this land that is a happy land.

With Orgrim's success, the trolls of the Evilbranch and Vicious Tooth Clans joined the Horde, and the Deadwood Clan provided a guide with their apparent neutrality.

A coalition of more than 7,000 orcs, ogres, and trolls bypassed Dunhold Castle and assembled in Hinterland from the mountains, avoiding the desperate Horadin Wall through the hills.

Suddenly, the situation on the alliance side turned around.

Lothar's original plan was to surround the tribe in a stalemate, and even if the encirclement could not be achieved, the enemy could be exhausted. Then leak a flaw in the southwest direction, lead the enemy to the open area, and use the alliance's cavalry advantage to annihilate the main force of the tribe in one go.

However, until the Horde once again transported wolf cavalry from the Burning Plains to the Hillbride area, the Alliance's strategic deployment was still not complete. And the invasion of Quel'Salas and Stratholme's urgency made Lothar smell of conspiracy.

It wasn't until the Bertonne family, the rulers of Riptide Castle, sent a message that the entire Arathi region was in an emergency, and the 10,000 cavalry of the promised alliance could only be used to save the emergency, that Lothar understood the big game played by the tribe.

Fortunately, it is also unfortunate.

Lothar felt a little lucky in her anger.

Because of forbearance, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, Anduin. Even in the moment of crisis in the war, Lothar did not mobilize the 10,000 cavalry of Fort Rapids hidden in the Arathi Heights.

The Wall of Soladin was designed to defend against potential enemies in the north, so the side facing the Arathi Heights was actually quite weak.

However, with plenty of reserves and enough strength to defend the walls of Soladin and the Saldo Bridge, the Horde's surprise soldiers could not turn the tide of the war.

Although the final killer plan of the entire second battle was broken, the tribe's plan to switch thousands of miles to war also fell short.

The two most brilliant commanders of this era, in a game called war, on a chessboard called Lordaeron, after several rounds of redemption, still ended in a draw.

"It's a bad move, it's a bad move after all." Lothar couldn't help but sigh after getting the military report.

"Marshal, we are still besieging the tribe, why are we so depressed?" Tulayan asked.

After all, he is still too young, and no matter how big the tactical advantage is, he can't change the strategic passivity.

After all, he is still young, and being young is the biggest advantage, and Lothar doesn't mind teaching her lieutenant more knowledge.

"From the beginning, the siege was a gesture. Besieging 50,000 orcs with an army of less than 80,000 people has its own geographical factors. We can surround it, but we can't kill it, and if the orcs want to break through, we can't stop it. The difference is only where they break through from and when. The first move has been lost, the backyard is on fire, and we are passive. For soldiers, it takes a lot of courage to charge head-on, and for commanders, reactive response is the greatest fear. The situation is out of our control. ”

"Why bother, Marshal, if the situation at the beginning of the war, the alliance at this time is no better than the alliance at the beginning, and the victory will be ours after all." Tulayan said confidently.

It's good to be young, Lothar couldn't help but sigh.

"You're right. Victory will be for humanity in the end. Lothar responded to his subordinates' expectations and smiled confidently.

However, the kingdom of Lordaeron and King Terenus have given great support to the alliance, and the hinterland is empty, and Gilneth is holding the main road from the Hillbride Hills to the Silverpine Forest, and if it fails, Lordaeron will not be able to defend it. Plus Jean. Greymane himself has a strong isolationist tendency, and he is afraid that there is little hope for him to travel thousands of miles to help the people and money.

Lordaeron can't afford to lose, but it is the key to fighting against the Horde, and at this moment, drawing troops from the frontal battlefield is killing himself.

Where did the army come from?

Lothar pondered, hesitated, and suddenly, a name came to his mind - Alterac!

It only takes half a month to support Stratholme from Alterac via Andohar!

"Tulayan, I need you to help me with something." Lothar said.

"Marshal, please command." Tulayan is willing to offer any beneficial help to his idol.

The others were dismissed, and Lothar was left alone with Tulayan.

Far away in Carlos in Alterac City. Barov couldn't help but sneeze twice.

"Strange, paladins catch a cold too?"