Stormwind God

The tribe's main force spent two days crossing the snow-covered mountains, descended westward, and reached the hilly area. So far, the orcs have not seen a human. Some soldiers even mumbled that they had lost the chance to kill. But the conquerors of the Alterac Kingdom who caught up from behind stimulated their nerves.

Their chief chief assured them that this opportunity would be forthcoming.

Yes, they have a chance.

Already three days ago, after the news of the destruction of Alterac came out, there was a fierce quarrel within Lordaeron and the entire league.

In the Lordaeron Command Battalion between Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades.

A general with a noble origin growled madly: "The kid sitting in the position of deputy commander is a fool and handed him to the 50,000 army, but he still let the tribe touch our eyelids!"

Mograine, who knows Duke best, taunts the guy with contempt and clarity: "If you lead the team, you will only give 50,000 meritorious service to the brutal green monster in your mouth."

"Retreat! Failure! Lost the country! This is already the second in the league to lose the capital! Who is next? Is it Lordaeron? Is Ironforge or Rapids? Are we falling faster than anyone? No, we must take the initiative in the hands of our Lordaerons. Her Majesty, you should use your influence to regain the position of commander in chief and deputy commander! "Another duke jumped out and patted hard The table attracted everyone's attention, and his proposal was immediately echoed by many nobles in unison.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He patted the table, and Mograine hammered it. As one of the rare lords with an explosive value of force, Mograine was absolutely no worse than anyone in making sounds.

"Pay attention to your mouth! Duke Santos! Changing the coach will only create greater confusion!" Moglieni's exposed muscles were bulging with blood vessels: "The two commanders in your mouth are dry. It's beautiful enough, and under their leadership we killed 500,000 orcs. The only reason for this situation is that there are too many **** green skins. "

The guy named Sandos still didn't want to die: "If it was Her Majesty's leader, we could kill one million orcs!"

Admittedly, this is a very skillful horse.

At any other time, King Terenas accepted it with a grin. Unfortunately, this is a time node that most needs the help of the allies. King Lordaeron sitting on the highest position calmly said: "If I were the commander, there would be no alliance."

The guys below shut up immediately.

The pale-haired King Terenas rubbed his temples and turned to look at his most capable commander, Lord Mogleni.

"What is your opinion? My Mograine."

"It can only be withdrawn. The best soldiers in Lordaeron have been transferred to us. The remaining city guards cannot cope with the core elite of the tribe ... If the tribe's combat power is really as described by Deputy Marshal Marshal Such terrible words ... "

Several aristocrats suddenly frowned like cats that had been trampled on their tails, but Terenas raised his hand and made a snoring gesture, and those guys could only sting.

Terenas asked, "Even at the expense of the entire Tirisfal forest?"

Ignoring the murderous eyes of the upper nobles who had been sealed in Tirisfal Glades, Mograine gritted his teeth: "We don't have enough troops to sustain the two fronts, so my answer is: 'Yes! I Your Majesty. Lordaeron cannot afford to lose. '"

Everyone knows the truth, but spreading it on one's own head is another matter. Everyone knows that the tribe is a group of locusts, and wherever they go, they consume all their resources. In the bones are the tribes of the safari nation, so there is no concept of sustainable development.

All the beasts in the forest are hunting light and the trees are cut light. When it is absolutely necessary, hard labor will feed the animals with plants at will. For example, pigs seized from humans are very appetizing for orcs.

After playing in Yinsong Forest for so long, it almost destroyed the forest. It was obviously summer, and it was difficult to find a tree with green leaves. Once the line of defense recedes, Silverpine Forest is the template for the future Tirisfal Glades.

Now seeing the lords of the Tirisfal Glades suffering bitterly, the lords of the Silver Pine Forest who had been suffering for a long time suddenly felt a sense of glee.

However, retreating to Lordaeron is also a painful option. After being surrounded by the Horde, it can be imagined that Lordaeron will sever all contact with its territory. To get supplies, you can only rely on Lake Lordaemir.

To the east of the lake are mountains, to the west is the smashed Silver Pine Forest, and to the south is Dalaran. Dalaran has never been named as a grain producer. What is particularly ironic is that the storm-producing refugees who had been living in Hillsbrad as refugees, the food-producing areas they controlled became the food pillars of the Alliance one year later.

"Well, the next issue, now that we have decided to retreat, how can we withdraw?"

The tribe in the Silverpine Forest apparently received the news. In the last two days, tentative attacks have become more frequent.

"Evacuate your position casually, once we are overtaken by the tribe, we will be completely wiped out." Mograine solemnly warned: "In principle, we must leave the army after the break."

Upon hearing this, many lords twitched their facial muscles, lowered their heads, and even some lords quietly flinched back, fearing that their king would look after them.

Terenas didn't look well. As soon as he raised his hand, an attendant handed a note to Mograine.

"I'm not too proficient in military matters. This is the idea given by Duke's magical messaging. What do you think?"

When Mograine looked at it, his eyes suddenly lighted, and he said with excitement, "He is indeed a military genius!"

Grom * Hellscream again personally led the army to the northern defense line of Silverpine Forest. As a pure warrior, he doesn't know much about strategy. Since Orgrim had written to ask him to lead the army to bite the troops in the north, he continued to send small-scale troops to attack.

The performance of human beings when they have a solid position is worse than the performance of field operations by more than one grade. If these guys are allowed to return to Lordaeron, it will definitely increase the difficulty of attack by several levels.

In the past few days, the northern positions have always sounded a continuous drum sound, and it seems to be telling the tribe that we have precautions. In fact, as soon as the tribe's troops approached, the drumming would become denser, and according to the tribe's offensive scale, more human troops would emerge from the camp.

The annoying paladins disappeared for two days and then returned. The Silver Knights even shot and killed small forces.

This situation lasted for three days, and then Grom suddenly realized that something was wrong!

"No! Humans are about to escape!" (To be continued.)