(Coming now, the last chapter of the free chapter.) Thank you for your support. I've always said that it's a double change, but a manuscript tearing madman like the author Jun is a floating cloud for saving manuscripts or something. In order to explode on the first day of the shelf, the author Jun shamefully wrote two chapters and sent one chapter a day. Audience masters, it's good, let the author's first order not be so miserable, good people have a safe life)

The outcome of a war is never decided by the individual, but everyone can touch the scales of victory and defeat.

Carlos is not a god, and after more than ten years of hard work, he has finally brought about a situation that is not too bad.

In the original history, the orcs took the route of Alterac and bypassed the Alliance's defenses, turning Lordaeron upside down. Now, he is clinging to the mountain roads and watching the tribes stumble in the Hillbride Hills and the Alliance.

Regardless of the potential or potential, the league has the upper hand. Although there are many guys in the human kingdom who are frightened by the wildness of the orcs, most of the kings and lords who are really in power can see that the longer the stalemate, the better the chances of the alliance winning. So even when Lothar sent a letter to the League's higher-ups and the second battle failed, Gilneth sent more supplies, Lordaeron sent 30,000 recruits, and Alterac replenished the Alliance with a thousand horses.

None of those in power blamed Lothar for not fighting well, because they knew they couldn't have done better than Lothar.

When the alliance army took the initiative and planned to open the encirclement network and concentrate on organizing defense, Orgrim could only let out a long sigh helplessly.

"It was my mistake, if we could hold on to our troll allies and drag on for another ten days, it wouldn't be like this. Our old adversary, the Lothar from the south, was too cunning. ”

There are countless warriors among the orcs, but not many are willing to use their brains.

Many orcs thought that the alliance had retreated, and that it was the tribe that had won, and they did not understand why the Great Chief sighed instead.

It is true that the retreat of the alliance and the defeat of the second battle are the decline of humanity in the strategic posture.

However, the main force of the alliance still exists, and excluding the soldiers who lured the enemy to sacrifice, the loss is not large.

But didn't the tribe lure the enemy and sacrifice it?

Originally, according to Orgrim's plan, the alliance dispersed its forces to surround itself, so it was better to disperse. When the Alliance thinks they have a chance of victory, when they launch a war of annihilation, the Horde army will cooperate with the troll allies who are in trouble, whether it is to attack Alterac in the north, sweep Lordaeron from the Silver Pine Forest, or cooperate with the ambush to break through the Wall of Soladin and open up the connection to the wetlands by land.

In war, or on the battlefield, it is most taboo to change the order at night. If the alliance does not move, it will be done, and if it moves, it will move forward. When the Alliance prepares to encircle and annihilate the Horde, it is also the Horde's best chance.

No matter how many ways you come, I will only fight all the way, and the identity of the hunter and the hunter can be changed at any time.

However, while still serving under the former Chieftain's Black Hand, Orgrim fought against Lothar. The old adversary of this tribe was so forbearant that in the face of such great pressure from the tribe, he actually hid 10,000 cavalry behind the wall of Soladin. When the information was passed back to him, Orgrim couldn't help but laugh angrily. Sure enough, it is interesting for the opponent to be like Lothar, and sure enough, it is right to replace the black hand by himself, who else among the orcs can defeat such an enemy except himself!

After a moment of distraction, Orgrim remembered his friend Durontan, if Durotan had not been banished by the black hands, if Durontan had fought side by side with him, then the orcs would have conquered the world long ago! At least that's what Ogrim thinks.

Unfortunately, no matter how good a plan is, it can't keep up with the ever-changing changes.

Orgrim endured for so long, waiting for not the clarion call of the Alliance soldiers to charge, but the empty barracks.

The coalition retreated.

The Coalition retreated to the outside of the tortoise shells of countless fortifications.

"The trolls are making trouble, at least the alliance will score a total of troops to defend, so that there will be less pressure on the main battlefield."

That's how Orgrim comforted himself.

"Warriors of the Horde! The Dog of the Alliance has fled, and the great orcs will surely move from victory to greater victory! ”

That's how Orgrimmar motivates his men.

But when the hustle and bustle cleared, only Gul'dan, whom Orgrim didn't like much, remained.

"My, great, victorious to the Horde, unrivaled Great Chieftain, Hammer of Doom, Glory of Blackstone, Valor Orgrim."

"Enough, have something to say, Gul'dan!"

"Your real plan has failed."

"Yes, and then?"

"If you still trust me, let me go north and walk for you."

"Reason."

"I'm also an orc, and I'm a community of destiny with the tribe and you, the chief. Without the support of the tribe, trolls can't do anything. ”

"Can I trust you? Guldan, in your eyes, I see the madness of reason. If it weren't for Master Naozu's trust in you, I would have preferred to find a reason to execute you, you're too dangerous. ”

"High Chief, Orgrim, I don't need to use the power of the tribe, as long as you allow the Dragonthroat Clan to help me, as long as you allow me to dominate my own people at will, I will prove my loyalty to the tribe with victory. Well, from victory to victory, from the next victory to greater victory, just like you fool those who don't want to use their brains. I, on the other hand, will speak with facts. ”

"Well, you convinced me. Take your Storm Marauders and your ogre lackeys on a rampage! Warlock! ”

"You'll get what you want, my Great Chief."

Gul'dan smiled and left.

Back at his camp, Gul'dan summoned a human.

"Lokama. Sharp Teeth, go wake up the others, it's time to do a big job. ”

"Yes, master."

Named Lokama. The sharp-toothed human, with his handsome countenance and paleness, and bloodthirsty red eyes glowing with a cruel glow, responded to Gul'dan's call in skillful orc language.

"By the way, Jean Tyrone. Bloodseeker speeds up, don't miss the action. ”

Gul'dan thought about it and supplemented his orders.

"No problem, master."

Lokama. Sharp Fang slammed his right fist into his left chest, hammering a deep hole in the forged steel breastplate.

Carlos. Thank you, Barov, for inspiring me on how to perfect the Death Knight.

Thinking of this, Gul'dan couldn't help but laugh.

Hehehe, hahaha, ahahaha.

And in the snow of Alterac, the soldiers dragged in a long queue, slowly moving along the winding mountain path.

"Miss Aurelia, do you need some extra clothes?" Tulayan asked affectionately.

"Mr. Tulayan, before your father's father was born, I fought for Quel'Salas as a warrior. I know how to take care of myself. Aurelia replied unceremoniously.

"Well, Aurelia, while I understand your feelings and don't mind you losing your temper with me, impatience and anxiety don't solve anything." Tulayan persuaded.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you, I apologize to you." Aurelia calmed down and honestly reviewed her mistakes.

Although Aurelia . Windranger added a coat, but she had apparently miscalculated the climate in the Alterac Mountains as she joined the group on an impromptu basis.

Tulayan untied his cloak and put it over Aurelia.

"Don't worry, Quel'Thalas is not a soft persimmon, you have to have faith in your people. Carlos is a good guy with integrity, he's a paladin, and he's a good troll fighter, what are you worried about? Tulayan said confidently.

It's because I know my people that I'm more worried...... And the Carlos you know is no longer just the brave and fearless paladin, he is also a king.

Although he thought so, the words came to his mouth, but they became: "What you said makes sense, let's speed up." ”

"Of course, I don't want to spend the night in the mountains of Alterac anymore, so hurry up and I should be in Steinbrad before dark today. Aurelia, let me tell you, Alterac ham with rock feta cheese can be extremely delicious......"

Ignoring the babbling Tulayan, Aurelia walked silently with the army.