"Sorry, I failed. The other party refused our offer without hesitation for some reason."
Eitrigg reported his diplomatic results to Thrall with a bitter look on his face.
Although he managed to climb down from the east cliff of Mount Hyjal with great difficulty dragging his seriously injured body, his originally green face was now slightly pale due to the intensity and excessive blood loss, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, but there was no trace of any trace of it at all.
Fearing for one's life.
On the contrary, this orc veteran is anxious for the survival of the entire race.
He claims to be very knowledgeable about human society, and he knows better than most orcs who have not yet realized that the crisis has come, what this rejection means.
You must know that even during the First Orc War, when the old tribes rushed out of the Dark Portal and slaughtered all the villages and towns they encountered, and brutally killed women, the elderly and children and sacrificed them to the devil, both sides still maintained the minimum
communication, and occasionally sent envoys to negotiate terms with each other, exchange prisoners, etc.
The most obvious example is that Warchief Orgrimmar Doomhammer successfully instigated a rebellion against the Kingdom of Alterac in the Alliance, promising not to attack the other side's towns and villages in exchange for them changing their alignment to his side.
I have to say that it was an extremely brilliant diplomatic strategy, and it could even be said to be a masterstroke in the two orc wars.
Even though the Alliance has Turalyon, Anduin Lothar, Daelin Proudmoore, several first-generation paladins including Uther and many other outstanding generals, none of them can excel in military and strategy.
In terms of talent, it is comparable to Orgrimmar.
It is hard to imagine that the primitive and backward nomadic culture of the orcs and the social environment that advocates the supremacy of force could cultivate such outrageous and bold monsters.
Perhaps as a saying goes, true genius is never cultivated, but is innate.
So people are meant to be unequal from the moment they are born.
What one person may need to work hard for several years or more than ten years to learn, understand and understand, another person only needs months, weeks, days, or even hours.
Thrall has always respected and admired Orgrimmar very much, which can be seen from the fact that he inherited the other party's black plate armor and Doomhammer.
But it is a pity that Doomhammer fell into the water and was lost during a battle with Naga Siren due to the decline in elemental affinity. To be precise, it was taken away by Zuo Si, a collector, and used to study elemental power and Shamanism.
Full priest profession.
Currently, the warchief is wielding a new hammer modeled after Doomhammer.
It's just that what is emitted is no longer the light of flames or thunder, but a slightly ominous blood-red light.
Behind him were a total of five hundred orc warriors equipped with similar weapons, who were the "Blood Guards" that had been formed not long ago.
These people were drawn from the elites of each clan. From the moment they joined, they automatically separated from the original clan and only obeyed the orders of the great chief himself.
These people were the reason Thrall dared to come and participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.
Because they are all blood orcs who have been given the first embrace, they can increase their strength and recover from injuries by killing enemies and sucking their blood.
With the help of fighting Azshara's naga, murlocs and other local creatures, these orc warriors are no longer what they used to be.
Although there is no guarantee that they can defeat Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan led by him, at least they won't lose as ugly as last time.
Thinking of this, Thrall took a deep breath and immediately cast a spell to spy on the fierce battle on Mount Hyjal through spiritual vision. After about a few minutes, he came back to his senses and asked with a frown: "They are obviously fighting against the demons of the Burning Legion."
They are retreating steadily under the fierce attack. It won't take long for the entire defense line to collapse. Why are they still unwilling to accept our conditions? Aren't they afraid that the whole world will fall into the control of the devil? Or do they think their hatred for me has gone beyond that?
everything?"
"Don't follow me. I don't know. The only thing I know so far is that the female leader of the night elves is very tough and won't give me a chance to speak. Maybe... they may be brewing some conspiracy."
Having said that, Eitrigg finally couldn't hold on any longer and lay flat on the ground, letting the shaman and witch doctor treat him.
There is no doubt that the orcs are in a dilemma at this moment.
Since they could not get the promise, they did not dare to rush into the battlefield easily, let alone lose too many precious troops.
But if you choose to stand by and watch, if the demon rushes to the top of the mountain to seize the energy of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, the results will be disastrous.
Although Thrall was born relatively late and has never seen the crazy, violent and ferocious appearance of orcs after drinking demon blood, he has heard many people talk about it.
He would rather die than let the orcs once again become those irrational monsters who only know how to vent their desire for killing and destruction.
Just when the orcs were hesitant to join the battlefield, halfway up Mount Hyjal, the Alliance's defense line had become precarious.
Especially ammunition, there is a clear trend of not keeping up with consumption.
Some ancient tree men had already begun to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the charging demons, and some were simply ignited by the rain of fire falling from the sky, and were eventually burned alive into a pile of gray and white charcoal.
There were even several gaps in the tree wall at one section.
Countless demons and undead rushed in through the gaps.
But just when they thought they could carry out a killing spree, the heavy tanks that were waiting for them came over. They were first bombarded by artillery, and then directly ran over their bodies. Everywhere they passed was a horrific sight of blood and flesh.
, it was these big guys weighing dozens of tons that blocked the gap.
But the cost is that many tanks are disabled and paralyzed by the enemy's spells and physical attacks.
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War with thermal weapons is all about logistics and attrition.
This is why the alliance's technological level has reached the level of fielding muskets, cannons, tanks and aircraft, but it still has a large number of cold-armed infantry armed with swords and shields.
It's not that they don't want to completely change their equipment, but they don't have the corresponding economic and production capabilities, and they can't sustain such a high-intensity war for too long.
Hence, the magical scene of cold weapons and hot weapons coexisting.
If Zuo Si hadn't given the dwarf the blueprints for a fully automatic assembly line and a large mining machine, the alliance would never have been able to fight such a luxury war.
The good thing is that the soldiers no longer need to fight hand-to-hand with the enemy as before, so the casualty rate is very low.
This can be seen by comparing the fact that more than half of the army led by Jaina suffered casualties.
Anyone who knows something about military affairs understands how huge the gap between veterans and recruits is.
The greater the number of veterans in an army, the stronger its combat effectiveness is and it will not collapse quickly when it suffers sudden attacks and heavy losses.
Therefore, for Jialia to be able to persist on the second line of defense for so long, in addition to the fierce firepower, the more than 20,000 veterans trained from the eastern continent are also crucial.
Even the night elves, who were used to seeing big scenes, were all impressed by the quality of the Alliance's troops.
After all, there are few races in this world that can persist for such a long time without fear in front of the Burning Legion led by Archimonde.
Those musketeers and gunners could even be calm enough to reload when the demon was only a few dozen meters away from them, then aim and shoot, smashing it to pieces a few steps away.
But even so, this army has reached its limit.
It's not that they are too tired to continue fighting, but that the warehouse of the Eastern Continental Army Camp connected to the huge portal is almost empty.
In addition, there are a large number of cases where the barrel and gun barrel explode due to overheating.
"Your Majesty, the casualties of the soldiers are increasing. I think we must retreat."
Uther smashed a demon's head with a hammer and gave serious advice.
Unlike the rigidly dogmatic paladins of Faerûn, the paladins of Azeroth never regard retreat as a shame.
As long as they can achieve their set strategic goals, they never mind showing weakness to their enemies, and then use methods to lure them in to defeat them.
Jialia smoothed her long hair that was stained red by blood, and said without looking back: "Counting the time, we have overfulfilled the task. It is time to give up the protagonist's position to the night elves. Let's give the retreat order.
, the gunboat and I will delay here."
"Understood! Please be careful. You are the future and hope of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and you shoulder the sacred responsibility of revitalizing it."
Uther solemnly knelt on the ground and saluted the daughter of King Terenas, then stood up and commanded the Knights of the Silver Hand to convey orders to various combat units.
After a while, the soldiers on the battlefield began to retreat in batches in an orderly manner.
As the firepower began to weaken, the demons and undead finally tore open countless holes in the battle line and rushed towards the World Tree at the highest point of Mount Hyjal.
"Fire!"
Jia Liya commanded the air gunship to turn around directly, aiming at the fastest enemies and bombarding them indiscriminately.
She had only one purpose in doing this, and that was to prevent the enemy from catching up with the retreating soldiers.
After all, in this world where bravery, sacrifice and glory are the mainstream values, there is no such thing as letting the leader go first.
On the contrary, it is very common for the king of a country to personally terminate the marriage of his subordinates.
However, perhaps because she was too focused, Caliya didn't even notice that Archimonde himself appeared on the battlefield again, staring with two eyes that revealed the light of green evil energy and a cold and cruel smile.
The next second...
He suddenly raised his hand and made a grabbing motion towards the airship in the sky.
To be continued...