Chapter 156 Fierce Battle in the Highlands

Looking at the soldiers who retreated like a tide in front of him, Marshal Alfred closed his eyes with a lonely expression and sighed a long sigh.

It's over!

When Long Yan burned the handsome flag, he already understood that the Ninth Legion, his lifelong efforts were wiped out at this moment...

Thinking back then, I was just a small squadron leader of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. In the second beast battle, the Lordaeron Alliance was established. He led fifty brothers to follow the Grand Marshal of the coalition forces. Duke Losa, known as the lion of Azeroth, participated in the war. He fought from the city of Lordaeron to Black Rock Mountain, and witnessed the death of the Duke Losa and the defeat of the Orgrim tribe. He fought all the way, and made military achievements again and again with the courage of those brothers who shared life and death and the courage to fight to the death, and finally became a well-known regiment commander, but he was only a little-famous one.

In the following years, the situation on the mainland was turbulent and wars continued. He and his soldiers fought in all directions and witnessed his glory with countless enemies' corpses. Demons, undead, orcs, trolls, and various enemies were defeated by him. Similarly, he had also been defeated many times, but with his tenacious will and rock-stable character, he formed a resilient team in his defeats. The attack power can only be said to be middle and upper in the major armies of the alliance, but his solid defense ability is enough to dominate the entire alliance and even the Azeroth continent. However, in the Azeroth continent, a world that advocates personal strength, any living army is famous for its strong strength and attack power. Therefore, Alfred and his soldiers, whose development direction is biased towards defense, have always been unfair and are even ridiculed.

In the battle where Arthas returned and Lordaeron was destroyed, he encountered an unprecedented defeat! Faced with the attack of Kel's undead army like a tide, he led his three thousand brothers to fight for three days, allowing Lordaeron's remaining people to retreat to Hills and Nanhai Town and escape to the storm. This battle achieved the greatest honor in his life, and he also leaped from the commander of the legion to the marshal of the alliance that shocked the side, and obtained the qualification to form the Ninth Legion.

Similarly, this battle also destroyed his most elite combat team. Most of the old subordinates who had followed him for many years fell in front of the undead army, and a few survivors were taken to Port Minaishir and became the backbone of the Ninth Legion.

With more soldiers under his command, his strength has also been greatly improved. But the overall quality is a world of difference compared to his old subordinates.

He placed his nostalgia for those brothers who died in battle to the Ninth Legion and tried his best to build an elite legion, but his efforts were in vain.

The gap between elites who have been in the battle for the rest of their lives and new corps cannot be made up by training and equipment!

If it were those old brothers at the time, the small matter of the destruction of food and grass would not have moved them at all. If the general's flag was burned, the death of the main general would arouse their fighting spirit and their morale would not decline but increase!

But the Ninth Legion in front of him was actually beaten back by a group of troll ogres' chaotic attacks. Now it's even more... Although he has high hopes and devoted all his efforts, it is not the beginning.

The memories of fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years flashed before his eyes, and the violent howls of the barbarian races and the wails of the scattered soldiers echoed in his ears... Alfred suddenly felt a little powerless, and the double-edged sword of the Grand Marshal, which symbolized honor and strength in his hand, suddenly became extremely heavy at this moment...

"Sir, retreat!" Deputy General Francis said to him in a sad tone: "The soldiers have disintegrated and cannot be saved!"

The sudden voice of the deputy general shocked the marshal. The double-edged sword that was not firmly held in his hand accidentally fell to the ground...

Alfred looked at the sword of the Grand Marshal on the ground, which symbolized the command of the Ninth Legion, and was speechless for a moment.

The generals around him looked at Alfred, who looked like a dead face, suddenly discovered that the marshal in front of him who had always been majestic and calm, was so confused and old at this moment...

While everyone was silent, a slender figure in silver mail walked out of the crowd, came to Marshal Alfred's horse, picked up the Great Marshal's sword on the ground and handed it to him~~

"Father! A failure of a battle should not knock you down. Your honor today is obtained from countless failures~~" said, pointing to the soldiers who fled by panic and hurriedly:

"You should take them from Minaishir Port to the Highlands, and you should also take them back, and wait until you will take them on this land again in the future and wash away the shame of this time!"

Marshal Alfred looked at his daughter who held his sword, was stunned for a moment, then he was determined, stretched out his hand and held the sword tightly again, turned around and shouted loudly:

"Amaron!"

The young female commander walked out of the officers' array and came to Alfred to kneel down on one knee: "Marson!"

"Take your men to gather the broken soldiers and take them to the refuge valley to reorganize them again!"

"Yes!" Amaren turned away.

When she left, Marshal Alfred smiled loudly at the other generals around him: "Brothers, I haven't touched this old bone for a long time! Let's block the pursuit for these little boys!"

The generals around him looked at each other and all laughed~~

These people are old brothers who followed Marshal Alfred from repeated cruel battles. The past two years of training in Migang have made them feel uncomfortable. After finally getting on the battlefield, they rarely take action in person. Now they finally got the opportunity. They gathered behind the Marshal with excitement on their faces, followed him against the defeated soldiers and greeted the tribe and the stone fist and dead wood coalition.

Due to the secret manipulation of the Delaney warrior Good, the attack momentum of ogres and trolls has been greatly reduced. Although the tribal coalition on the other side has been fighting with all its strength, the number of people is small and the speed is not much faster. When the ogres and trolls can move closer to them, the forwards of both sides have rushed to a point, and this point is a team of high-level officers in the alliance led by Marshal Alfred!

The group of officers, led their own guards to form an elite unit of nearly a thousand men and nailed them there, blocking the two enemy troops pursuing them, allowing the dispersed soldiers to pass by safely on both sides and continue running.

The charge was blocked. Although the tribe was jealous of this rare opportunity for revenge, due to the small number of people, he did not dare to divide his troops to pursue him. The other coalition had other purposes and had no idea of ​​splitting his troops to pursue him. Both sides gathered the attack momentum on the alliance in front of him and launched a fierce attack from both directions of northeast and southeast.

The elite team gathered by Marshal Alfred is not comparable to ordinary Ninth Army soldiers. No matter how desperate the two sides attacked, they could not move at all, and were nailed firmly as a rock. However, although Marshal Alfred is famous for his defense, this does not mean that he will only hold up like a turtle and hold it in a voluntary manner. After a period of observation, he found that although the two enemies in front of him attacked him at the same time, there was no effective cooperation between them. It seemed that the two sides had no agreement at all, and even had a faint sense of vigilance...

After this situation occurred, the old marshal discovered the opportunity with his keen sense of combat. After thinking for a moment, he immediately let the team slowly retreat in a rhythmic manner...

After fighting for a long time, the tribe and the Stone Fist and the Dead Wood Alliance saw that the alliance finally couldn't hold on and began to retreat. Before they could think about it, they excitedly followed the rhythm of their retreat.

As the alliance retreated, both sides also quickly pursued with their pace, trying to break through their formation and slash. However, although the temporarily formed alliance formation in front of them seemed to be crumbling, it could always block the attack without breaking apart. After a period of time, the three forces had already gathered into a straight line without knowing it. The blindly rushing tribe and the stone fist and the Dead Wood Alliance had already walked side by side without knowing it. There were no small frictions between the soldiers of both sides who were red-eyed, and the attack was greatly slowed down.

Marshal Alfred looked at the situation in front of him and nodded with satisfaction~~ As long as he holds on for a while, he can retreat safely with his brothers. The commanders of the two troops on the opposite side either withdraw the soldiers and gather together to avoid the intensification of the conflict, or he can only let it go, making the chaos worse and worse... No matter which choice, he can retreat safely!

At the same time, the Delaney warrior Good, who was supervising the battle in the ogre team, also realized the situation in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "Alfred is indeed worthy of the name of marshal, and this disadvantage can be regained. I really can't believe that our plan has succeeded... Since you can do this, then as you wish!"

Then he turned around and said to Cocklesh beside him, "Let's start an attack!"

After a while, a sharp trumpet sounded from behind the Ogre team. Then, in the stunned silence of the alliance generals such as Alfred, all the ogres and trolls near the tribe formation turned their weapons at the same time and slashed at the orc warriors and Forgotten beside them...

The sudden attack instantly caused hundreds of tribe warriors to fall to the ground. The remaining warriors reported it and no longer cared about estimating the alliance. They turned around and killed the ogres and trolls who were crazy about attacking themselves... The alliances who were beaten to death just now suddenly became idle, standing there and watching the chaos in front of them, not knowing what to do...

"Marson? Do we want it..." Deputy General Francis came to the frowning and contemplative Marshal Alfred and asked softly.

The old marshal thought for a moment and waved his hand, "No, we will retreat now!"

Although the situation in front of them is very beneficial to them! The tribe and ogres and trolls in front are already in chaos. The Stone Fist and Dead Wood Alliance didn't know what was wrong, so they directly ignored the alliance troops that were close at hand and attacked the tribe soldiers who were fighting side by side just now. However, the tribe was caught off guard by the sudden attack. In addition, their strength was at the worst among the three parties, and they were already very difficult at this moment and had no intention of taking into account the alliance's counterattack. If they took advantage of the situation, they would definitely suffer heavy losses to both of them...

However, the teams of ogres and trolls are large and powerful, and even the large forces of the Ninth Legion can be dispersed. Now even if these thousand people are elite, they can gain a little advantage in the early stage. Once they react, the consequences will be unimaginable... And the most important thing now is to reorganize the collapsed army again, and destroy the enemy is second. The most important thing is that once the two sides are attacked, it will be fun to unite to deal with the alliance! It is not realistic to unite with one side to attack the other side, and there is no possibility of cooperation with the tribe's dead revenge. Join forces with the ogres and trolls... What if the tribe is in the current situation? Think about it, it is better to retreat first...

So, in Narrell's stunned, the situation on the field flipped instantly. The two sides who had just fought together were fighting so well, but the first target was attacked leisurely withdrew...

After looking for a while, I finally realized that the tribe who was beaten down was their own people. I quickly flew down and sprayed a dragon breath on the side of the fierce battle between the two sides, forcing the ogres and trolls to retreat, giving the tribe warriors a chance to breathe.

Of course, it dared to attack when both sides were not paying attention, and did not dare to attack head-on at all. You should know that long-range professions such as Troll Hunter, Shadow Ranger, Ogre Magician Shaman are not easy to mess with. Although they are not as dangerous as the Alliance Team just now, it is not a small dragon that can be messed with.

With Narel's support, the tribal coalition finally stabilized its formation, but was still helpless with the enemy in front of it. The individual ogres had strong combat power, the troll troops cooperated tacitly, and the talent regeneration ability was also very disgusting. The number of people gathered together was several times that of the tribe. Although the formation was chaotic, it was still not something that the tribal coalition could withstand. Seeing that their situation was critical, Narel had to risk flying to low altitude to assist in the battle and cooperate with the defense of the tribal warriors.

After a while, the tribe warriors embarked on the old path of the alliance, and withdrew to the tide of the enemy's attacks, while fighting. They wanted to be smaller than the tribe's people and their equipment was worse, but they won the strength of individual soldiers, but now they are not much worse in the strength of individual soldiers, and they also used human-sea tactics...

After losing some manpower, the tribal coalition finally blocked the ogres and trolls on a high slope, and obtained a brief adjustment gap.

After repelling an attack from the opponent, a Forsaken man dressed in plate armor, holding two swords, exuding a strong breath of death and frost on his body, came to the mage team of the back team and shouted at the necromancer dressed up by a magician:

"I can't hold on! If this continues, no one of us will want to go back alive~~" said, pointing to the waist-thick grass covered with high ground: "Let's set fire to Delluck! The regeneration ability of the trolls is naturally fearful of fire, and we may still have a glimmer of hope!"

The Arachi Highlands are a wasteland with wild beasts roaming. Many places are covered with chaotic growing dead grass. In addition, it is already autumn, and a little bit of Mars may cause a sky-sky fire. Perhaps this can indeed stop the pursuers and gain a glimmer of vitality.

But the mage named Delluk immediately opposed: "No! The wind direction is wrong! The southwest wind is now hanging, and if we set fire, we will be the one who is unlucky!"

The battlefield just now was on the straight line between the Hammer Town and the Sanctuary Valley. After the chaos, the battlefield had moved a distance to the northeast. The tribe retreated to the northeast, and the stone fist and dead wood coalition rushed forward. Therefore, once the arson was under the influence of the southwest wind, it would definitely spread towards the tribe... It's okay if the orcs were afraid of fire, the undead were more afraid of fire than the trolls. There was no difference between setting fire and suicide at this time!

The Forgotten Person who proposed to set fire gritted his teeth and made up his mind with difficulty: "We will retreat northeastward along the fire, block the pursuers, and when we reach a certain level, I will protect everyone and rush out of the fire!"

Delluck couldn't help but wonder: "Fallen! How is it possible? Once I release it, no one can control it. Why do you take all three thousand people out?"

"It's also a death sooner or later! It's better to let the fire be burned to death than to die in the hands of these dirty ogres and trolls!" The Forsaken, known as the Fallen Forsaken shouted at the top of his lungs, then slowed down his tone: "How much can you take out!"

Delluck was silent for a moment when he heard this, but finally agreed~: "Go and notify the orcs... and take the soldiers to retreat now!" After saying that, he passed by everyone and walked to the front of the team and stood quietly.

Soon, the ogres and trolls who had some adjustments rushed towards the top of the slope. At the same time, the tribe soldiers also gave up their defense and ran quickly to the northeast regardless of the formation, leaving only the mage Delluck to face the influx of ogres and trolls~~

Facing the enemy who was rushing towards him, Delluck smiled contemptuously.

"Everything will be burned to ashes for me!!"

After a low, hoarse roar, Delluck's gorgeous staff with huge red gems inlaid in his hand was slapped on the ground. A flame spread out in a ring under his feet, instantly igniting the dead grass around him. Then, fireballs and flames hit him out from him, and shot towards the enemy in a fan shape.

The fireball was either dispersed, directly hitting the enemy, or being dodged to the ground. The scattered sparks instantly ignited the dead grass on the wasteland, and in an instant, the fire ignited in the first half of the troll and ogre team. As the howling southwest wind became more and more intense, it pressed towards the mound where Delluck was...

Delluck, facing the protective flame barrier, looked at the ogres and trolls who were shrouded in the fire, running around like headless flies.

The fire spreads much faster on the plateau in autumn than the speed of creatures escaping. Except for a few trolls who rely on their agility to escape, most of them are swallowed up by the sky-sky fire.
Chapter completed!