For the people of the eastern continent of Azeroth, the last few months of the 7 years of the Dark Gate were still spent at war.

The Orc invasion has been going on for 7 years, and the order of human society has been disrupted, tens of millions of people have been displaced, and when Orgrim rushed into the Tirisfa region and attacked the royal city of Lordaeron, even the last pure land of the human world was completely overwhelmed by the rolling tide of orcs.

In those few days, the shadow of defeat loomed over the human world like substance, and once Lordaeron was breached, all the resistance and all the efforts of the Human Alliance would be in vain.

However, luck still favored the humans, because of Gul'dan's betrayal, the Horde's easy victory finally came to naught, and Orgrim did not gamble on the fate of the Horde, and chose to retreat before human reinforcements arrived on the battlefield.

Because of this, the Horde suffered heavy losses, but still retained the strength to fight, but the war situation had completely fallen to the point of extreme disadvantage for the Horde, and in the face of the reunited and morale-boosting Alliance Legion, the Great Chief had no choice but to retreat all the way to the Kazmodan region.

He intends to resume the confrontation between the two sides before the start of the war, and set up a defense between the wetlands and the Arathi Heights to block the pursuing troops of the Alliance, and after the Alliance hired Ravenhold spies on a large scale, all the arrangements of the Great Chief cannot be concealed from the Alliance commanders.

"The news from the Assassins who worked for their lives for money is timely!"

At Fort Rapids in the Arathi Heights, the Supreme Marshal of the Alliance, Anduin. Lothar clutched a secret letter written in animal skin, and his brow furrowed high on his already wrinkled face.

"Orgrim really intends to defend the wetlands and Kazmodan, this is where most of the tribe's war materials come from, and he is not willing to give up here!"

The marshal's gaze swept over the crowd in front of him, and he accentuated his tone:

"Even after suffering a big defeat, the orcs still haven't given up the idea of coveting the northern frontier! We can't allow the tribes to occupy there anymore! We must crush all of Orgrim's arrogant fantasies in one fell swoop! Get them out of Kazmodan! ”

The marshal's fists were clenched, representing his unchangeable will, but the commanders in front of him looked embarrassed. Thorbain coughed lightly, and he stood up, his left arm still bandaged, and there was blood on the bandage, and the brave warrior and commander would always personally lead the knights to charge, and injuries were a common occurrence for him.

"Marshal Lothar, we can understand the importance of pursuing the tribe at this time, but the soldiers are already very tired, if they attack forcibly, it will inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary casualties, do you have to rest for a few days..."

Thorbain's words resonated with many commanders, and even King Dalin, who hated orcs the most, nodded, the will is often not something to eat, the soldiers do not get enough rest, and in the face of the already fierce orcs, the casualties will inevitably be very heavy.

Lothar, on the other hand, sighed, handed the secret letter in his hand to the commanders, sat down in his chair, and whispered:

"I would also like to give the soldiers enough time to recuperate, they have hardly been given even a day off in these four months, but we must act as soon as possible, Ravenhod's agents have already received clear evidence that the cunning Orgrim is collecting a large number of explosives in the Kazmodan area, and he is going to blow up the Saldo Bridge completely... You all know what that means. ”

The message written on the hides made everyone frown.

Saldo Bridge is a stone bridge built hundreds of years ago by the dwarves of the Iron Fort and the humans of Northern Xinjiang, at the beginning of the design, the factor of war was taken into account, the bridge is divided into two layers, the scale is grand, it can be called a great wonder of the northern Xinjiang continent, it can accommodate 100 soldiers side by side at the same time, and it is also the only land passage connecting the wetland and the Arathi Plateau.

Once the Saldo Bridge is blown up, the human soldiers will have to stay in Arathi, which means that they will give up the southern part of the continent to the orcs, which is unacceptable in any way!

"Bang"

Thorbain's fist slammed into the table, and he took a deep breath and said in a loud voice:

"I'm going to mobilize the warriors of Riptide Fort now, and we'll take the lead in this battle!"

"No, you have a point, the soldiers are really tired."

Marshal Lothar shook his head, and his gaze finally fell on Uther and Tulayan, who were not far away, and he muttered for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Paladins, can you still fight?"

Uther and Tulayan looked at each other, he patted his chest and said in a loud voice:

"Thanks to the assistance of the Holy Light, the damage of the Knights of the Silver Hand is slight, and if you add the recruits who have just been baptized, we can make up 1,000 people!"

"1,000 knights... Enough is enough! ”

Lothar closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened her eyes and gave her final order:

"Then in this battle, let the Knights of the Silver Hand be the vanguard, may the Holy Light bless us with victory."

His gaze turned back to the admiral in front of him, and he asked:

"Your Majesty Dai Lin, how is the situation in the navy?"

"The lost ships have been replenished, we have plenty of ammunition, the only problem is that the entrance to the sea in the wetlands is not suitable for large-scale access for warships."

The Admiral of Kul Tiras rubbed his chin as his eyes roamed back and forth over the map, and finally, he nodded and looked at Lothar:

"But I don't think that's a problem, and since the orcs can find a suitable harbor in the wetlands, I think we can too."

"Then give you 1 day to find a suitable attack position."

Lothar's finger dotted on the map:

"I don't need naval support for the frontal battlefield, I need you to make a feint behind the wetlands to attract the attention of the orcs and make them think that we plan to raid from the rear, and when the frontal orc legion is transferred, I will launch a general attack with the knights of the Silver Hand!"

"The Saldo Bridge must be controlled by us! Just take control of here! ”

The sorrow on Marshal Lothar's face eased a little, and he said in a deep voice:

"As long as we control here, it will only be a matter of time before the orcs are defeated, and when Stormwind is rebuilt, it will be our front line against the orcs, with help from the entire human world, orcs... The orcs will be driven back to their world by us! ”

"This is the hope of mankind!"

This remark outlined in the minds of the commanders Lothar's thoughts on the future of the war, and the marshal was not a man of rhetoric, and all his analysis was very much in line with the current situation, and the commanders were very much in agreement.

Even if it turns to a counteroffensive now, the alliance is not too sure that the war will end as soon as possible, the southern part of the continent has fallen into the hands of the orcs for 7 years, and the area around the Blackstone Tower in the Burning Plains is the center of their domination, where tens of thousands of elite orc warriors are still entrenched, and it is unrealistic to settle the battle in 1 or 2 years.

Unless... Unless he can take out the backbone of the current tribe, which is the Great Chief Orgrim.

Lothar knew that the human kingdom had secretly sent enough assassins to assassinate Orgrim more than once, and the system of the tribe at this time also determined that once this wise chief was killed or captured, the conflicts within the various clan chiefs would instantly tear the tribe apart.

But Lothar also knows that Orgrim also has the same idea, after he became the marshal of the coalition forces, he will suffer an assassination almost every few days, obviously, the big chief also sees the hidden factional contradictions within the alliance, it can be said that the life and death of Lothar himself and Orgrim directly determines the outcome of this war.

But now, the alliance has moved to the stage of a real counteroffensive, and time has been on the side of the alliance.

A day later, in the evening of the port in the northwest corner of the wetland, the orcs of the Blood Ring Clan lit torches and patrolled the ruined harbor.

Originally a harbor for the dwarves and the best natural harbor in the wetlands, after the fall of the wetlands, it was used as a strong stronghold by the bloodring orcs, and in the course of the war, it was repeatedly attacked by the alliance navy, and it was clear that the alliance intended to open the door to attack the rear of the tribe here.

"It's a pity that the Great Chief actually failed."

An orc overseer patrolled the city walls with a bow on his shoulder, and said to the scouts beside him, "I heard that I was close to breaking through the human royal capital, but I blame that Gul'dan hazard!" ”

"But our soldiers have finally withdrawn."

The scout gave a piece of jerky to his boss, and the two of them sat cross-legged in the corner, eating and saying: "If we can fight the first time, we can fight the second time, the cunning alliance dog is not our opponent at all, you see, sooner or later, the big chief will take us to capture the northern frontier!" ”

"I don't want to go to war anymore, maybe I can build a farm in the Elwyn Forest in the future."

The orc overseer snorted, he ate the jerky, couldn't help rubbing his forehead, yawned, and said to the scout beside him:

"Speaking of which, have you ever felt tired lately, like you've lost your strength, and you haven't fought?"

"Maybe it's the terrible climate, the disgusting swamps, I don't like it."

When the scout had finished eating the jerky, he stood up and casually glanced at the evening sea, and the next moment, the orc's eyes widened.

"Boat! Union Dog's Boat! ”

Seconds later, the piercing drums of war resounded through the harbor, and off the coast of the harbor, dozens of heavily armed warships broke through the darkness, and on the deck, the eyes of the Alliance sailors were full of anger and hatred, and they could not help but kill them.

Dai Lin stood on the deck of the flagship, he put down the telescope in his hand, and personally picked up the flagpole of the flag:

"Warriors of the Alliance!"

"Shoot all the shells into that harbor! Send the horde's pigs to hell! ”

"For the Union! Fire! ”

With Dai Lin's roar and the red flag slashed down in his hand, the next moment, hundreds of flaming cannonballs flew out of the cannons of the fleet, streaked across the sky with a sharp, terrifying whistling sound, and slammed into the harbor of the bloodring orcs.

And after the first round of shelling, under the horrified gaze of the orc scouts, more troop carriers emerged from the darkness, and they seemed to be covered with a dense network of Alliance dogs, which were illusions created by the archmages of Dalaran, and on the sea at night, such illusions were enough to be true.

But the tribe didn't know this, and the news came back to Kilrog, who was holding on to the place. Bloody Eye was horrified.

"What do you say? More than 200 ships? ”

He grabbed the trembling orc scout in front of him, and the look on his hideous face almost swallowed the soldier alive, and after getting an exact reply, and seeing the formation of the Alliance Navy with his own eyes, Bloody Eye immediately pierced the news back to Grimbaatar's headquarters.

"What? The navy of the alliance attacked from the rear with almost 10,000 soldiers on board? Are they going to force a landing? ”

Ogrim's instinctive feeling after receiving the news was that there must be something wrong with this, but Kilrog. Bloody Eye was the chief he was most assured of, and it was impossible for him to deceive him in this kind of thing, the tired big chief looked at the map in front of him, the Saldo Bridge was important, but if the alliance was really desperate to land from the rear, the defensive situation of the wetlands would collapse in an instant.

Eventually, he gritted his teeth, reached for the hammer of destruction, and gave the order.

"Let Dahl and Sarufar take the Fireblade Clan and the Thunder King Clan to support! Let the warriors of the Dragon's Throat Clan defend the Saldo Bridge for me! I will personally support them with reinforcements! ”

"The cunning Union dog never wants to cross the Saldo Bridge!"