"The undead can't take this place, Your Majesty, don't worry too much."

The loyal attendant brought a steaming cup of tea to his majesty, and the Emperor of Lothar, buried in the strategic map, only snorted under his breath, all his energy drawn to the war that had been in full swing from the beginning.

He kept an eye on the military movements on the front line, and from time to time he would issue some orders, and outside the combat command room, a huge logistics system was busy operating, filling the warehouses with military supplies from various countries in northern Xinjiang, especially the extremely consuming gunpowder shells, which were made from the dwarven gathering place in Hinterland and sent to the front line as quickly as possible.

And the undead were also blocked by loyal soldiers and strong fortresses at the forefront of the Arathi Heights, and it was clear that everything was going on in an orderly manner, but Lothar still had some worries in his heart.

He knew very well what the loss of the strategically important Arathi Heights would have on the entire northern frontier, and this pressure forced the emperor to stop thinking, and the map in front of him was full of various markers.

"When was the last contact between Field Marshal Gathris and the headquarters?"

The Emperor asked suddenly, and before his eyes, the clerk immediately opened the heavy record book, and after a moment he replied:

"1 hour and 30 minutes ago, when he reported that the undead had entered the battlefield of the Hammer Heights, and maybe now, he was still fighting the undead."

"But it's also possible that it has already been defeated."

The Emperor shook his head:

"I would love to have faith in Marshal Gathris, he is a trustworthy general, but the defenses of the Hammer Heights are not very abundant, although the Red Dragons promised us to help defend the Heights, it is difficult to say whether they will fight to the death, and now the sky leading to the Hammer Heights is blocked by the Death Ravens, and the scouts cannot pass..."

"Transfer Fort Riptide 2nd Army to the northeastern defense line of Arathi!"

Lothar thought for a few minutes, and finally made up his mind that there could be no accidents in the rear of the battlefield, but his order was undoubtedly risky, the Second Army was originally going to support the southern defense line, and now it was transferred to the northeastern defense line, which meant that the southern defense line, which was currently suffering heavy losses, could not be replenished in a short time.

But no one questioned Lothar's judgment, for a long time, before Lothar became emperor, he was the greatest commander of the entire human civilization in this era, and his strategic vision was undoubtedly top-notch.

After a cup of hot tea, Lothar's slightly tired spirit became a little soothed, and he walked out of the command room, and watched the undead continue to attack the forward city wall in the night from the observation port high in the fortress, the soldiers who rotated the defense were already resting under the roar of artillery fire, the wounded were sent to Fort Riptide, and the ravens in the sky dropped a bomb or two from time to time.

The whole meager night was illuminated by the constant firelight of the front line, and this cruel scene was like a stage in the night, where the two sides argued endlessly, smearing grotesque performances with blood.

Lothar looked up at the stars slowly emerging in the sky, and he whispered:

"I have a hunch that the outcome is tonight."

"Knight Robert, take my words privately to every general and commander of the defensive line, we are going to survive the night, get all the soldiers ready, and once my order is given, I ask all to obey it... Whether it's moving forward, or... Fall back! ”

"But Your Majesty!"

Robert, the Grand Knight of the Alterac Lord, who was guarding Lothar every step of the way, gritted his teeth and said:

"We have paid a terrible price to drag the undead here, and once we retreat, won't the blood of those warriors be shed in vain?"

"You see, Knight Robert, this is a war."

Lothar looked at the battlefield at the front, and he whispered:

"Just like the Orc War, a partial victory or defeat doesn't change anything, we were pressed and beaten by the Orcs, they attacked all the way to the city of Lordaeron, at that time, we were only one step away from defeat, but we still survived... Do you understand? What we want to fight for is not one place or one city, but the survival of the entire human civilization. ”

"The decisive point of this war from the beginning was not on the Soradin Bridge or the Southern Fortress, and it was clear to Tyrion and I that the real decisive point was at Fort Rapids at the end... If we fail, the undead will drive straight into the heart of the empire, and if we win, the undead will completely lose control of the Arathi Heights and wetlands, and even the Kazmodan region will be returned to us. ”

"Be patient, knight, the most brutal battle is yet to come, everything we do now must serve that last battle, and before that, it is more valuable to retreat and retain more precious forces than to die here."

"The undead are defeating us, but we're getting to know them better, and the lessons learned from those defeats will eventually turn our strength into the most crucial victory that will turn the tide of the war once and for all... It's a long war, like we've done, and it's a long war, and you and I could die in this war, but trust me... As long as human civilization exists, we will always have a day of victory. ”

"By the way, it's been 3 days since I sent the letter, has King Dareen replied?"

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"There shouldn't be two legions of humans here!"

In the dark night sky, Luminas, who was sitting behind the bone dragon, looked at the human position below with some madness, and she screamed:

"It only took us five hours to cross the mountains, which is simply not enough time for humans to complete such a large-scale mobilization!"

"Unless when we were fighting with Gatherys, Lothar, who didn't know the outcome of the battle, decisively gave the order to move."

Danas, who also stood behind the bone dragon. Tolbain's face was cautious, and as he assessed the human defenses below, he whispered:

"It's only 3 hours from Riptide Fort... There is no doubt that Lothar predicted the defeat of Gasseris, and he prepared in advance... Tsk, sure enough, it's still as difficult as before. ”

"So what now?"

Luminas' fingers moved, and she asked:

"Are there still any more raids? If the two legions rely on the defensive line to fight, it will be difficult for us to defeat them within the predetermined time, and such a surprise attack will lose its suddenness, and the extra time will be enough for the human soldiers in the southern fortress to complete the evacuation. ”

"If you stop fighting every time because the raid fails, then there will be no need to fight."

Danas took a deep breath as if he were a living man, and he said in a deep voice:

"Of course, keep fighting, send news to Tyrion, I'm sure that, as a qualified commander, he can understand this unexpected mistake, and I can only say that Lothar is more clever than we think."

"Attacking the human line from both directions at the same time, under pressure, Lothar's next move is likely to be to evacuate both lines of soldiers at the same time, to the front line of Fort Riptide, and as far as I know, around Fort Riptide, he has also arranged a layer of forts... It's a real problem, my former majesty knows very well that the key point in the Arathi Heights is victory or defeat at Fort Riptide, and it seems that he is ready to fight us there. ”

Danas's analysis gave a twinkle in Luminas' eyes, and she clenched her fist and waved it in the air:

"In other words, we will win without much effort!"

This inexplicably optimistic sentence made Danas glare at her, and after a moment, looking at the young lady with a happy face, the undead general shook his head helplessly:

"How exactly did Tyrion rely on you to occupy the southern part of the continent? The strategic mind of the Death Lord, who terrifies humanity, is actually just like this... As I said, until the capture of Fort Riptide, all victories are meaningless! Lothar did not lose decisive forces at all, and we only occupied some meaningless land... What is the use of this victory? ”

"But victory is always more joyful than defeat."

Luminas crossed his arms and looked at Danas:

"What? You have robbed my legion, and now you want to rob me of my simple pleasures? ”

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"Humanity has retreated."

The artillery roared even more frantically on the southern fortress of the highlands, and the human artillerymen were almost pouring all the ammunition in their hands on the heads of the undead in a way of venting their anger, and under the cover of artillery fire, the troops in the defensive line were methodically withdrawing from the line and advancing towards Fort Riptide in the rear.

None of this can be concealed from the screamers who patrol the sky, led by Queen Rehy, who launched a brutal pursuit of the retreating troops, and from time to time shells fell from the sky on the heads of the fast-advancing human army, taking the lives of many soldiers in every explosion.

But under the night battlefield under the heavy artillery fire, the steam tanks equipped with the latest continuous muskets also responded to the raven people in the sky with sharp counterattacks, when holding bombs, the speed of the crow people's flight will be disturbed, and it is difficult to avoid the rain of bullets set off by the continuous muskets, and without holding bombs, the raven people can only use a surprise attack to fall from the sky.

The killing efficiency is slow, and it is easy to counterkill when encountering a marksman or a paladin hiding in the crowd.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and the road to Fort Riptide from the southern front was less than 20 minutes away, resulting in minimal human damage during the evacuation.

"The mages are opening portals!"

The Great Lich waved his hands, trying to re-fix the torn space with a sharp spatial anchor, at least trapping the soldiers in the fortress who had volunteered to leave the broken back in it, but his outstretched hand was held by Tyrion's wrist, preventing the release of the spatial anchor.

"Huh?"

Khadgar turned his head and looked at Tyrion with a strange expression:

"Don't you like warriors? Don't you want these warriors who face life and death? ”

"I want to, but not now."

The Darkblade King's gaze was deep, and he looked at the night sky in the northern sky, and he whispered:

"Let them go, the war of the Darkblades in the Arathi Heights is over..."

"What?"

This sentence made the always calm Khadgar couldn't help but ask a rhetorical question, and his silver eyes danced with an incomprehensible light:

"You're not a tiger!"

"In the past, every plan you had to come to fruition, and I used to think you were a person who was desperate to win, so if it wasn't for your sudden change of personality, it would mean that something more important had happened, important enough for you to give up the victory you were about to win."

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes met the silver eyes of the Great Lich, and a few seconds later, in the icy night wind of the Arathi Heights, he nodded, responding head-on to this secret peeping into him for the first time.

"I know, you've always wondered why I turned a blind eye to the fleeing Draenei."

"I know that you have been secretly investigating the old things that happened in the world of Draenor, including the last whereabouts of the last great chief of the tribe, Naozu."

"You know I'm hiding some secrets, some secrets that will change the course of the history of this world, and you want to know it... And I will tell you, not only you, but all those who are qualified to know it, I will tell you without reservation. ”

"And now, what I can tell you is... The skirmish is over, the enemies I have formed the Knights of the Dark Blade to fight are about to appear, and my first steps to truly change the history and destiny of this world are coming, and all of this requires your participation. ”

Tyrion reached out and brushed his gray hair, closed his eyes, and said:

"Fighting humans makes you uncomfortable, it makes you feel like you're a destroyer, and that's fine, so let's switch to another target, another one that's more challenging."

"Demons, they are coming, the expedition of the realms is coming to an end, and we will bury the destroyers who have crossed the border on this land!"

"And their unbeatable leader... Bury together! ”