In war, intelligence is important, and real-time intelligence is even more important.

Twenty-five years ago, the herald was all about running, either a horse or a griffin. That backward way of giving orders on the battlefield has long been swept into the garbage heap by the coalition forces.

After using the magic communication network, who has to reply to a human flesh order that can't reply to a message for half a day.

After working with the Alliance for so long, tribal leaders have long been accustomed to using magical teleportation networks to fight. Of course, in order to prevent being cheated by the Alliance, Thrall privately asked the mage led by Anastrian to create a unique magical communication network for the tribe.

When working with the Alliance, it is natural to use the Alliance's. After all, with a demigod like Duke, the teleportation is fast and good.

In addition to face-invisible teleportation, Duke has also added the latest multi-screen live video stream to the Alliance. It is said that he learned it from the Pantheon and the Burning Legion's Void Battleship, but in fact, it is all Du someone's traverser knowledge.

But whenever a thousand-level coalition fights, at least three sky mages must be sent as battlefield observers, and these mages do nothing but manipulate the mage's eyes, transmit the images they see through the magic web, and finally summarize them to the coalition headquarters.

Among the headquarters, there is also a rather modern atmosphere.

Divided into categories, each small battlefield will be arranged with more than three girls with good eyes, that is, inspectors and heralds. Behind these girls are commanders at all levels. In the slope-shaped command post, orders are transmitted directly to the battlefield commander by the highest command.

It is precisely because of such a modern command system that everyone knows the shocking fact that the two major leaders of the tribe died and surrendered in the shortest possible time.

"No—" Variok Sarufar, who was leading his troops in the rear, had witnessed his son's death in the Magic Mirror.

"Impossible—" The one who was shocked was Thrall, who was far away in the main city of Orgrimmar on the continent of Kalimdor. He couldn't accept the fact that the tribe had suddenly lost the leader of a major race.

Tribes now have five major races, each of which plays an indispensable role.

The most numerous orcs are undoubtedly the cornerstone of the tribe, whether they are warriors or warlocks, the orcs are the most numerous.

The Minotaurs are kind and brave, and are the strongest race to fight assaults, but the Minotaurs are too few in number to be the main combat class.

Trolls provide the best ranged strikes for the Horde, and the Troll's spear throwing is essential.

Although the goblins have various problems, the goblins control the economic and technological development of the tribe.

Forsaken...... Although Anastrian had always been disrespectful to Thrall, the Forsaken gave the fallen tribal soldiers a way out of rebirth. Not only that, but almost all the mages of the tribe are forsaken.

Mages don't just deliver razor-sharp ranged strikes, but these human- and elven-turned-forsaken are far more important than their profession at a time when battlefield communications are becoming more important.

Without the support of the Alliance, and without Anastrian's small copycat magical teleportation network, the Horde will return to the extremely primitive state of the past when it comes to war, where heralds rely on roars.

Thrall stood up suddenly, not even knowing when the armrest of the Great Chief's throne had been shattered by him.

Looking at the mysterious slap mark on the Sun King's face in the magic mirror, Thrall certainly knew that Anastrian was definitely not going to surrender himself, at least not in such a humiliating way. This powerful lich who once broke free from the shackles of the Lich King was mostly in direct soul contact, and was destroyed by the Lich King's will, and then knelt down.

The defeat of the two leaders has already made Sal extremely worried.

Even more painful is yet to come.

On the city walls, the catapult troops that had been in a position before this moment had been specially designed to help the army of the Forsaken bombard the Ghost Towers in the city.

But now......

"Launch!" Standing next to the catapult was Putress, the Grand Pharmacist of the Royal Apothecary Society of the New Undercity, and when he gave the order, all the catapults suddenly made a crisp sound.

Huge metal barrels, when the tribal army was suddenly overwhelmed, were directly thrown into the Scourge City.

"Ahh

"Isn't that our catapult?"

"What the hell is this?"

Forsaken and orc warriors, most of whom did not yet know that their leader was on their knees, were only horrified to see what their catapult had thrown at them.

Large metal barrels bombarded the city, destroyed buildings, and crushed people to death was still a trivial matter.

It was terrible that the metal barrels had exploded and spread - it was a foul yellow-green smoke.

As soon as they inhaled a little, or touched it, whether it was a living orc or a forsaken who should have been dead and unable to breathe, they all let out a scream and fell down with a hard subconscious choke on their throats.

Convulsions for a maximum of ten seconds, and then no move.

"Traitor—Disciple—" Sal's lungs exploded, Rao was the best orc in the world, and he couldn't control his emotions at this moment.

It is clear that the Forsaken has rebelled, and he has shamelessly betrayed his fellow citizens and companions by using some new type of plague.

In the headquarters of the coalition forces, there has long been a mess.

"What's going on? Scourge City One, please report!"

"Two, two, retreat immediately if there is danger. It's good to keep the magic in the magic web. ”

However, it is not so easy to leave.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying chill erupted from Arthas, who had killed little Sarufar with a single sword. In what was originally the city wall of Scourge City, a new ice wall immediately rose from the ground, surrounding all the coalition soldiers who tried to escape.

I can't run away, I can't carry it, and I have to be closed and beaten by dogs.

The Horde soldiers fell in pieces, and it didn't take long for them to get back up again as Scourge Legionnaires, a scene that drove Thrall insane.

Soon, the scene was interrupted.

Now that the Lich King has arrived, the exclusivity of that terrifying elemental makes it difficult for any magic to work.

Looking at the dark array of magic mirrors, Thrall suddenly lost all his strength and sat down in the position of the Great Chief, his gaze becoming distracted.

Tens of thousands of troops were wiped out in an instant, not to mention the tribes with insufficient troops, even if it was replaced by an alliance with a big business, it couldn't stand it.

Don't look at the tribe with 2 million orcs of new blood joining, these people can't all be soldiers. After stripping away the relatively weak laborers, women and children, there are only 500,000 or 600,000 young people who can fight. Previously, in the Borean tundra, the Warsong Clan was brutally cleaned up by Malygos. The loss of 100,000 in one winter is now equivalent to the destruction of the entire Forsaken race, plus the Blackstone elite of Little Sarufar. The tribe is already broken.