"Boom Boom"

More than 300 orc troop carriers landed on the coast of the hills of Hillsbrad, and the orc warriors who had long been unable to stand the sea rushed out of the cabin frantically, and then under the leadership of their respective chiefs and under the orders of Orgrim, they quickly began to build outposts.

It was a crazy scene for nearly 30,000 green-skinned orcs to work together, and soon, the felled trees were sent to the designated location.

"Dahl, you personally take the young man with the fireblade to scout around! Look where the humans are hiding! ”

"Send a message to Kilrog that the landing has been successful, let him do whatever it takes to hold back the human legions in the Arathi Heights!"

"Contact Sarufar and get him ready to feint against Quel'Thalas! As soon as we start to break through, I ask him to start breaking through too! ”

"Talon. Bloodseeker, assemble your Death Knights and get ready to go into battle! ”

The orders of the Great Chief were issued one by one, and the entire landed Tribal Vanguard Army was like a sophisticated war machine, and began to operate like crazy, the orcs may not be good at production, but when it is their turn to plunder and war, these guys are definitely good hands, and they simply have a talent for war without a teacher.

The Great Chief's gaze was fixed on the beast skin map in front of him, although he failed to completely annihilate the human navy with the dragon, but the successful landing meant that the blitzkrieg plan had begun, and the second phase of the war was officially completed.

Orgrim wants to lead the vanguard army to open the road to the south of Lordaeron in the shortest possible time, pierce the heart of the human kingdom like a sharp knife, and completely crush the will of humanity to resist with a brilliant battle, in this case, the vanguard army he leads must ensure sufficient combat effectiveness.

Only after all the orcs in the wetlands must be transported can the war really begin!

On the other hand, when the orcs began to act, humans did not risk gathering a large army to attack the orcs on the seaside, which was not cost-effective and impossible to achieve.

The quality of human individual soldiers is much worse than that of orcs, to block 30,000 orcs, humans need at least 50,000 infantry, and in the era of cold weapons, the shores of the hills of Hillsbrad Hills simply cannot accommodate so many infantry in formation.

The choice of battlefield for large-scale operations in this world is very learned, and the imaginary scene of human soldiers blocking the coast and driving the orcs into the sea is simply not possible...

What's more, the human race has a heavy garrison in the Arathi Heights adjacent to the hills, and after the orcs have carried out a risky beach-grabbing landing, as long as the human commander is not crazy, he will inevitably mobilize troops from Arashi to block the back of the orcs and achieve the most perfect front and rear flanking attacks.

In the Allied Battalion in the northern part of the hills, Anduin, who served as the Marshal of the Human Allied Army. Lothar's finger slid swiftly across the map, and like Grand Chief Orgrim in the same sky and land, he was constantly issuing commanding orders.

"Order General Tolbain to lead his army from Fort Riptide to the Hillsbrad Hills!"

"Order Major General Blackmore to lead his army to break through the orc blockade and pick up the legions of Fort Riptide! Together, it is important to ensure that the transport road along the Arathi Highlands-Talenmere-Alterac Mountains is unblocked! ”

Now nearly 50 years old, Marshal Lothar is a standard human warrior, with short white hair on the top of his head, but he is still in good spirits, he wears sturdy armor, and his eyes are like those of a lion, and he is not angry.

He grew up in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and was a brother in life and death with the fallen King Ryan, and he had an intolerable hatred and anger towards the orcs who killed Ryan and destroyed Stormwind City, but this did not affect his outstanding war mentality.

Marshal Lothar pointed his finger fiercely on the map and said to the commanders around him:

"Here! In the heart of the Hillsbrad Hills, this will be the place of the decisive battle! ”

"But Marshal, why did Orgrim crash headlong into our encirclement?"

Standing beside Marshal Lothar was his adjutant Tulayan, one of the five knights of the new Knights of the Silver Hand, who looked at the marshal suspiciously, and asked in a low voice:

"Why didn't he attack right away, and wait for our encirclement to get better and better?"

This was a question that the other low-level commanders also wanted to ask, and looking at their gaze, Marshal Lothar smiled and stretched out his finger to the location of Lordaeron City, which was not far from the hills.

"Because that arrogant Great Chief wants to completely crush all our resistance in one battle!"

The marshal's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Orgrim knows very well that falling into a frontal battlefield that cannot be broken through means that his army of 100,000 will have to confront the united forces of the entire human race, and even if he wins, it will be a miserable victory... The cunning orc wouldn't do that, he had a clear goal from the start, to draw our attention in the Arathi Heights and personally charge the hills with his army. ”

"That's an arrogant guy, but he has the ability to be arrogant, and once we lose on the frontal battlefield, the defense of the northern frontier will be completely collapsed."

The next words, there was no need for Marshal Lothar to explain again, and Tulayan, the first brother of the battlefield, rubbed his forehead and said the terrifying result:

"If the frontal battlefield fails, the kingdom of Lordaeron will face the peak of the soldiers, and the kingdom of Gilneth and the kingdom of Dalaran bordering Lordaeron will be in no danger to defend... The orcs would then have an absolute advantage, arm themselves with the resources of the richest regions of northern Xinjiang, and then turn their heads against the kingdom of Stormgard in the Arathi Highlands. ”

Marshal Lothar's finger pressed on the hilt of his sword, Tulayan's analysis was so accurate that he didn't need to say anything more, and now his only concern was whether the hastily mobilized human army could block the frontal assault of 100,000 orcs, and after a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"Tulayan, send a messenger and suggest to King Pirenod that all the armies of the Kingdom of Alterac be mobilized and all the cliff passages blocked! As long as the Alterac Mountains, which are full of natural dangers, don't fall, and the orcs are locked in the Hillsbrad Hills, we'll never fail! ”

Tulayan paused for a moment, this suggestion was entirely a remedy made by Marshal Lothar in the face of a possible defeat, and the old marshal himself did not seem to have the confidence to win.

But Tulayan did not say much, he saluted the marshal, turned around and walked out of the headquarters.

It is a war situation, and all mobilization takes time.

Crazy adventures began on both sides... Seriously, now the balance of war has been balanced, 100,000 orc warriors, 200,000 human soldiers, this is already the craziest military force that this continent can come up with, and then, all conspiracies have lost their effect, and it is time for both sides to speak with the most cruel swords!

And in the intense preparations, the secret weapons of both sides have also quietly arrived on the battlefield... Always ready to kill and give the other party a real "surprise", but this kind of waiting time is actually the most boring.

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In a corner of the orc camp, in the not-so-quiet night, the death knight Tyrion was fighting with his titular leader, Tallon. The blood demon was chatting, and the relationship between these two people was very strange.

In the same group, but they don't trust each other.

They will fight together, but they are not comrades.

Occasionally, they exchange knowledge with each other, but they are not friends.

When faced with Gul'dan, they will truly unite, but they will never be brothers...

"Buzz"

With the light of the shadows beating in his hand, an obscure evil rune was in Talon. The Bloodfiend's finger flashed, and the moment the rune appeared, Talon. The death energy in the blood demon's body became extremely corrosive, and the wooden table in front of him was silently corroded and collapsed by the power of this rune.

"That's good!"

The Blood Demon stared at the evil runes in his fingers, and a glint of satisfaction flashed in his dark red eyes:

"These useless runes have been passed down in the Shadowmoon Clan for hundreds of years, but no one but the weak psychics will pay attention to it... Tyrion, you're a genius..."

In the face of the leader's praise, Tyrion's expression did not change at all, and there was only a cold luster on the elf's peculiar feminine cheeks.

"Death runes naturally have to be used with death energy, I'm not a genius... I'm just doing what I can, and for a warlock, if you want to achieve this corrosive effect, you can do it in an easier way... Runes are a bit of a chicken for you. ”

"Indeed!"

Tallon. The Blood Fiend nodded, and the evil rune in his hand suddenly shattered:

"But this thing is friendly to new knights, especially warriors who have not been exposed to magic, at least they don't need to risk being beheaded by Orgrim to learn warlock spells, and they don't necessarily learn it, just like your stupid servant, even after being resurrected, their brains are full of muscles!"

Tyrion nodded, he stretched out his slender fingers, cold white runes, boiling red runes and corrosive green runes intertwined in the palm of his hand, and he whispered:

"Before the last psychic was killed by Guldan, he gave me this knowledge... Guess what he asked for in exchange for this knowledge? ”

This question makes Talon. A twisted smile appeared on the Bloodfiend's gloomy face:

"I guess he asked you to help him kill Gul'dan?"

Tyrion nodded and stopped talking, of course he made up this story, but the hatred of the psychic masters who had completely severed the inheritance towards the Warlock Ancestor Gul'dan was not fake, so this story would definitely win Talon. Bloodseeker's trust.

As for the runes that spread among the Death Knights, he was indeed born with them... From his mind, to be precise, from his memories of the Death Knight in the game, and from the knowledge of the orc psychic he had killed.

"It seems that our Mr. Gul'dan has made countless enemies... But I'm curious, are you really going to kill him? ”

Bloodfiend asked in a low voice, and Tyrion shrugged:

"I can't even get close to Gul'dan quietly... The gap between me and him is too big, if it were you, maybe it was a little possible. ”

"Don't worry, my friend Tyrion."

The Blood Demon stood up, moved his fingers, and whispered, "Gul'dan doesn't have long to live, and Orgrim won't let him go unpunished... By the way, that's all the runes you've learned? ”

This question made Tyrion feel a hint of crisis, and he thought for a moment, and said softly:

"Blood Demon, you also know that these runes were originally unique to your Draenor world, and they were secret spell runes from the Shadow Moon Clan who are good at divination and necromancy, no one knows how many they are and what kind of special use they have, that psychic has taught me so much, if I have a new breakthrough, I will tell you."

This world is not a game world, he is real, although Tyrion has played the profession of Death Knight in the game and is very proficient, it does not mean that he can write down all the mature death rune systems in the game, and he is not using those mature rune systems now.

Rather, it was a death rune that he "simulated" with the psychic runes of the Shadow Moon Clan.

The Shadowmoon Clan was once one of the large clans of the Orcs of Draenor, a clan known for its runic magic that could summon the dead and divination.

In an accident, Tyrion discovered that these hundreds of runes can be combined with the corrosive and cold nature of death energy to achieve the special effect of the death knight's rune weapon in the game after operation.

For example, the most basic cold weapon enchantment, such as vampire runes, such as dark armor runes, through different combinations, Tyrion has also differentiated into many rune compositions with different functions.

It was with this hand that he really entered the inner circle of the first 20 Death Knights, and was defeated by Talon. The Bloodfiend looked the other way, and the Bloodfiend needed this knowledge to supplement the Death Knight's combat power, and in exchange, Tyrion needed the one that could control him.

And although he is disgusted with this group full of corruption and intrigue, Tyrion does not refuse to be promoted in this system, after all, there are now as many as 200 death knights who obey Orgrim's orders, and if he does not show his worth, it is difficult to say which day he will be killed by Tallon. Bloodseeker sent to be cannon fodder.

In such a situation of mutual exploitation, it was certainly impossible for him to teach everything to this cunning and crazy former warlock in front of him. In the group of death knights dominated by the blood demon, useless guys have only one way to die.

Hearing Tyrion's words, a glint of dissatisfaction flashed in the Blood Demon's eyes, he was sure that the guy in front of him was not telling the truth, but a deal is a deal, he threw it casually, and the black soul stone fell into Tyrion's hands.

The Elven Death Knight's face really calmed down at this moment, and the Blood Demon watched him crush the soul stone, and his words suddenly changed, and he said another thing:

"I'm actually curious, Tyrion, you see, I've already returned your soul stone to you, it stands to reason that you're free, and no one can control you anymore, so do you want to stay in this orc-only tribe?"

Tyrion laughed dumbly at Bloodseeker's question, and he shook his head, looked at Bloodfiend, and asked softly:

"Where else can I go if I don't stay here?"

"Seriously, I don't like orcs, I hate them, and I can't resist the urge to kill them, but in this world, only the Death Knights ruled by you have a place for me... Do you think humans will accept a monster that has come back from the dead? Do you think those relatives of mine, when they see me like this... Will they still love me and trust me as much as they used to? ”

The Bloodfiend shook his head, a calm smile on Tyrion's lips, and he reached out to grasp his heavy sword, and began to redraw the runes on the sword's body:

"Don't doubt my loyalty to the tribe, my friend. I have almost as much loyalty to the Great Chief as you do! ”

The answer made the Blood Demon laugh dumbly, and he snorted and turned to leave.

"If that's the case, Tyrion, for the sake of us getting along, let's find a way out for ourselves as soon as possible! You wretched... A dead man doesn't want to be driven crazy by nothingness, so he finds something obsessed with himself to do. ”

"Obsession?"

Tyrion froze for a moment, a cold smile on his lips as the Bloodfiend disappeared into the darkness.

"That kind of thing, I have..."