Chapter 238: eve of war
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Chapter 238 The Eve of the Battle
"Don't chase! Let them go."
After hacking and killing three headhunters in the troll scouting team, the ranger captain signaled his light cavalry not to continue chasing them any further. If they go deeper, they may encounter a large army of the tribe. Now it is better to go back and arrest the tribe when they arrive. The intelligence was reported to the Union generals.
The group of troll scouts who fled back quickly told Zu'jin and Orgrim that the Alliance was ahead.
Orgrim grinned at the corners of his mouth, showing two ferocious fangs, "It seems that this group of humans has made up their minds to fight us first. There is no way, first set up camp and get ready for battle, tonight Let the scouts pay more attention, and let us meet this so-called alliance tomorrow."
At the same time, the alliance has also received news, and the generals gathered in the main tent of Lothar with solemn expressions.
"Is it finally here..."
Lothar closed his eyes at this time, and he recalled the tragic scene of Stormwind City being burned and slaughtered. The scarlet eyes and ferocious smiles of those orcs still remained in his mind.
Suddenly, Lothar opened his eyes, and his lightning-like eyes swept across the ranger captain, making the little officer tremble with fright.
"Scout Captain, have you found any traces of the dragon?"
"No! No, in order to avoid falling into the ambush of the tribe, I ordered the retreat after encountering the enemy scouts!"
Looking at the tense look of the scout captain, Lothar chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't be so cautious, your judgment is correct, but this means that the orcs didn't take out their air force..."
Lothar didn't know at this time that the first batch of red dragon young dragons catalyzed by Nekros with evil energy had already left Grim Batol and headed towards Hillsbrad under the riding of the Dragonmaw cavalry. The direction flew.
"The tribe has just made a quick march, and they probably won't launch an attack immediately today. They will probably camp on the spot for a day. The time for the battle should be early tomorrow morning. Everyone, go back and get ready."
In fact, when this kind of exhausted army camps is the best time to sneak attack, but both Charlemagne and Lothar, who has been in contact with Orgrim, know that this great chief is not the kind of half-baked guy who can't lead troops. Will do a good job of prevention.
Once the other party is well prepared, the party that attacked the camp will easily be counted in reverse. It is really unnecessary to take this risk. Moreover, the Alliance really needs to fight the Horde head-on to give the soldiers and the king a clear impression that the orcs are not what they want. It's as easy to deal with as you think.
That night, Charlemagne walked back to his tent with a worried face and prepared to rest. He was a little nervous and anxious about his first direct contact with the orcs.
Although the war has been prepared for a long time, but when it comes to the end, it starts to worry about gains and losses. Will the orcs be stronger than in history, and will not only the originally scheduled clans come? In case Lord Hou also comes what to do.
These messy questions kept spinning in his mind on the way back to the tent, and even after he subconsciously lifted the tent cloth, he didn't notice that there was an extra figure inside that shouldn't be there.
"What are you thinking? Why do you have a tangled expression?"
Suddenly heard this inquiry, Charlemagne hadn't recovered yet, and replied unconsciously, "I wonder if the orc is... huh?"
Charlemagne, who suddenly reacted, made a bewildered voice. When he looked up, he found that there was a female elf sitting in his tent for some reason. It was the second lady of the Windrunner, Sylvanas.
"...how did you come into my tent."
Hearing Charlemagne's question, Cirvanas, who was swinging a pair of overlapping long white legs, curled her lips pretending not to care, "Why can't I come? Seeing your stupid look just now, you must be thinking again." Is it too much? No wonder Ollie said that you often scare yourself with crazy thoughts."
At this time, the female elf took off the ranger boots she usually wore, and a pair of crystal clear feet flickered in front of Charlemagne, as if reflecting a jade-like luster under the arcane lighting.
After noticing Charlemagne's gaze, Cirvanas twitched the corners of his mouth indistinctly. As Liadrin said, the exposed legs really caught his attention.
Fortunately, Charlemagne's will is still firm. After noticing the flickering smile on the corner of Cirvanas' mouth, he immediately made a serious expression and coughed, "Ahem...it's so late, go back and rest, tomorrow There is still a big battle, so don't lose your spirits early in the morning."
Cirvanas put down a pair of big white legs, swayed to Charlemagne's side and whispered in his ear, "Do you really want me to go?"
Charlemagne shuddered unexpectedly, thinking of Alleria's name in his heart, he hurriedly pushed Cirvanas out, "Go back quickly! The war is going to start tomorrow, you still have something to think about, you really should Alleria is here to discipline you."
After being ejected from the tent, Cirvanas showed a dissatisfied expression, "Hmph! Coward!"
Thinking of Charlemagne's prudish appearance just now, the second lady smiled lightly, put on a pair of long leather boots in her hand, and walked briskly towards her tent.
In the tent, Charlemagne wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "Huh... Yaoshou, who taught her this provocative kung fu, she is simply a goblin."
Thanks to Cirvanas' interruption, Charlemagne, who was still a little anxious just now, calmed down instead.
"That's right... just like she said, there's no point in scaring yourself, won't the outcome of everything be known tomorrow?"
At 5 o'clock in the morning of the next day, the entire alliance camp had already started to move. Lothar commanded the generals of various countries to drive his troops to the predetermined location. Charlemagne and Cirvanas also led the rangers to the predetermined location. Good hill.
In order to balance the strength of the two sides, he temporarily transferred Jialinde and Eleanor to Sylvanas to command, and he stood on the hill with Aqiang and his two brothers, activating eagle eye to look into the distance. go.
"See..."
Different from the neat army formation on the Alliance side, the formation of the tribal orcs is more like the skirmish line in Charlemagne's previous modern army. The uncontrollable chaotic characteristics, maybe this kind of position is more suitable for them.
As I remembered, with scarlet eyes, dark green skin, gnarled muscles and a bloodthirsty grim expression, this is the orc tribe who drank the blood of Mannoroth.
At the same time, Charlemagne also saw several individuals in the orc camp who were obviously stronger than ordinary soldiers. From their respective outfits, Charlemagne easily guessed the identities of several of them.
‘Orgrim, Gul’dan, Zujin and Saurfang brothers, the others should be the chiefs of the clans, right? '
At 7 o'clock in the morning, Lothar personally put on his extremely flamboyant armor and came to the front line. Following the order he drew out the front finger of the big royal sword, the alliance army marched neatly under the loud command of the officers. step.
Almost at the same time, desolate horns sounded in the tribe's camp, and Charlemagne could clearly see the green-skinned orcs rushing towards them shouting in disorder.
"Charge! For the Alliance!"
"Lok-tarogar!"
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Chapter 238 The Eve of the Battle
"Don't chase! Let them go."
After hacking and killing three headhunters in the troll scouting team, the ranger captain signaled his light cavalry not to continue chasing them any further. If they go deeper, they may encounter a large army of the tribe. Now it is better to go back and arrest the tribe when they arrive. The intelligence was reported to the Union generals.
The group of troll scouts who fled back quickly told Zu'jin and Orgrim that the Alliance was ahead.
Orgrim grinned at the corners of his mouth, showing two ferocious fangs, "It seems that this group of humans has made up their minds to fight us first. There is no way, first set up camp and get ready for battle, tonight Let the scouts pay more attention, and let us meet this so-called alliance tomorrow."
At the same time, the alliance has also received news, and the generals gathered in the main tent of Lothar with solemn expressions.
"Is it finally here..."
Lothar closed his eyes at this time, and he recalled the tragic scene of Stormwind City being burned and slaughtered. The scarlet eyes and ferocious smiles of those orcs still remained in his mind.
Suddenly, Lothar opened his eyes, and his lightning-like eyes swept across the ranger captain, making the little officer tremble with fright.
"Scout Captain, have you found any traces of the dragon?"
"No! No, in order to avoid falling into the ambush of the tribe, I ordered the retreat after encountering the enemy scouts!"
Looking at the tense look of the scout captain, Lothar chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't be so cautious, your judgment is correct, but this means that the orcs didn't take out their air force..."
Lothar didn't know at this time that the first batch of red dragon young dragons catalyzed by Nekros with evil energy had already left Grim Batol and headed towards Hillsbrad under the riding of the Dragonmaw cavalry. The direction flew.
"The tribe has just made a quick march, and they probably won't launch an attack immediately today. They will probably camp on the spot for a day. The time for the battle should be early tomorrow morning. Everyone, go back and get ready."
In fact, when this kind of exhausted army camps is the best time to sneak attack, but both Charlemagne and Lothar, who has been in contact with Orgrim, know that this great chief is not the kind of half-baked guy who can't lead troops. Will do a good job of prevention.
Once the other party is well prepared, the party that attacked the camp will easily be counted in reverse. It is really unnecessary to take this risk. Moreover, the Alliance really needs to fight the Horde head-on to give the soldiers and the king a clear impression that the orcs are not what they want. It's as easy to deal with as you think.
That night, Charlemagne walked back to his tent with a worried face and prepared to rest. He was a little nervous and anxious about his first direct contact with the orcs.
Although the war has been prepared for a long time, but when it comes to the end, it starts to worry about gains and losses. Will the orcs be stronger than in history, and will not only the originally scheduled clans come? In case Lord Hou also comes what to do.
These messy questions kept spinning in his mind on the way back to the tent, and even after he subconsciously lifted the tent cloth, he didn't notice that there was an extra figure inside that shouldn't be there.
"What are you thinking? Why do you have a tangled expression?"
Suddenly heard this inquiry, Charlemagne hadn't recovered yet, and replied unconsciously, "I wonder if the orc is... huh?"
Charlemagne, who suddenly reacted, made a bewildered voice. When he looked up, he found that there was a female elf sitting in his tent for some reason. It was the second lady of the Windrunner, Sylvanas.
"...how did you come into my tent."
Hearing Charlemagne's question, Cirvanas, who was swinging a pair of overlapping long white legs, curled her lips pretending not to care, "Why can't I come? Seeing your stupid look just now, you must be thinking again." Is it too much? No wonder Ollie said that you often scare yourself with crazy thoughts."
At this time, the female elf took off the ranger boots she usually wore, and a pair of crystal clear feet flickered in front of Charlemagne, as if reflecting a jade-like luster under the arcane lighting.
After noticing Charlemagne's gaze, Cirvanas twitched the corners of his mouth indistinctly. As Liadrin said, the exposed legs really caught his attention.
Fortunately, Charlemagne's will is still firm. After noticing the flickering smile on the corner of Cirvanas' mouth, he immediately made a serious expression and coughed, "Ahem...it's so late, go back and rest, tomorrow There is still a big battle, so don't lose your spirits early in the morning."
Cirvanas put down a pair of big white legs, swayed to Charlemagne's side and whispered in his ear, "Do you really want me to go?"
Charlemagne shuddered unexpectedly, thinking of Alleria's name in his heart, he hurriedly pushed Cirvanas out, "Go back quickly! The war is going to start tomorrow, you still have something to think about, you really should Alleria is here to discipline you."
After being ejected from the tent, Cirvanas showed a dissatisfied expression, "Hmph! Coward!"
Thinking of Charlemagne's prudish appearance just now, the second lady smiled lightly, put on a pair of long leather boots in her hand, and walked briskly towards her tent.
In the tent, Charlemagne wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "Huh... Yaoshou, who taught her this provocative kung fu, she is simply a goblin."
Thanks to Cirvanas' interruption, Charlemagne, who was still a little anxious just now, calmed down instead.
"That's right... just like she said, there's no point in scaring yourself, won't the outcome of everything be known tomorrow?"
At 5 o'clock in the morning of the next day, the entire alliance camp had already started to move. Lothar commanded the generals of various countries to drive his troops to the predetermined location. Charlemagne and Cirvanas also led the rangers to the predetermined location. Good hill.
In order to balance the strength of the two sides, he temporarily transferred Jialinde and Eleanor to Sylvanas to command, and he stood on the hill with Aqiang and his two brothers, activating eagle eye to look into the distance. go.
"See..."
Different from the neat army formation on the Alliance side, the formation of the tribal orcs is more like the skirmish line in Charlemagne's previous modern army. The uncontrollable chaotic characteristics, maybe this kind of position is more suitable for them.
As I remembered, with scarlet eyes, dark green skin, gnarled muscles and a bloodthirsty grim expression, this is the orc tribe who drank the blood of Mannoroth.
At the same time, Charlemagne also saw several individuals in the orc camp who were obviously stronger than ordinary soldiers. From their respective outfits, Charlemagne easily guessed the identities of several of them.
‘Orgrim, Gul’dan, Zujin and Saurfang brothers, the others should be the chiefs of the clans, right? '
At 7 o'clock in the morning, Lothar personally put on his extremely flamboyant armor and came to the front line. Following the order he drew out the front finger of the big royal sword, the alliance army marched neatly under the loud command of the officers. step.
Almost at the same time, desolate horns sounded in the tribe's camp, and Charlemagne could clearly see the green-skinned orcs rushing towards them shouting in disorder.
"Charge! For the Alliance!"
"Lok-tarogar!"
Chapter 238 The Eve of the Battle"Don't chase! Let them go."After hacking and killing three headhunters in the troll scouting team, the ranger captain signaled his light cavalry not to continue chasing them any further. If they go deeper, they may encounter a large army of the tribe. Now it is better to go back and arrest the tribe when they arrive. The intelligence was reported to the Union generals.The group of troll scouts who fled back quickly told Zu'jin and Orgrim that the Alliance was ahead.Orgrim grinned at the corners of his mouth, showing two ferocious fangs, "It seems that this group of humans has made up their minds to fight us first. There is no way, first set up camp and get ready for battle, tonight Let the scouts pay more attention, and let us meet this so-called alliance tomorrow."At the same time, the alliance has also received news, and the generals gathered in the main tent of Lothar with solemn expressions."Is it finally here..."Lothar closed his eyes at this time, and he recalled the tragic scene of Stormwind City being burned and slaughtered. The scarlet eyes and ferocious smiles of those orcs still remained in his mind.Suddenly, Lothar opened his eyes, and his lightning-like eyes swept across the ranger captain, making the little officer tremble with fright."Scout Captain, have you found any traces of the dragon?""No! No, in order to avoid falling into the ambush of the tribe, I ordered the retreat after encountering the enemy scouts!"Looking at the tense look of the scout captain, Lothar chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't be so cautious, your judgment is correct, but this means that the orcs didn't take out their air force..."Lothar didn't know at this time that the first batch of red dragon young dragons catalyzed by Nekros with evil energy had already left Grim Batol and headed towards Hillsbrad under the riding of the Dragonmaw cavalry. The direction flew."The tribe has just made a quick march, and they probably won't launch an attack immediately today. They will probably camp on the spot for a day. The time for the battle should be early tomorrow morning. Everyone, go back and get ready."In fact, when this kind of exhausted army camps is the best time to sneak attack, but both Charlemagne and Lothar, who has been in contact with Orgrim, know that this great chief is not the kind of half-baked guy who can't lead troops. Will do a good job of prevention.Once the other party is well prepared, the party that attacked the camp will easily be counted in reverse. It is really unnecessary to take this risk. Moreover, the Alliance really needs to fight the Horde head-on to give the soldiers and the king a clear impression that the orcs are not what they want. It's as easy to deal with as you think.That night, Charlemagne walked back to his tent with a worried face and prepared to rest. He was a little nervous and anxious about his first direct contact with the orcs.Although the war has been prepared for a long time, but when it comes to the end, it starts to worry about gains and losses. Will the orcs be stronger than in history, and will not only the originally scheduled clans come? In case Lord Hou also comes what to do.These messy questions kept spinning in his mind on the way back to the tent, and even after he subconsciously lifted the tent cloth, he didn't notice that there was an extra figure inside that shouldn't be there."What are you thinking? Why do you have a tangled expression?"Suddenly heard this inquiry, Charlemagne hadn't recovered yet, and replied unconsciously, "I wonder if the orc is... huh?"Charlemagne, who suddenly reacted, made a bewildered voice. When he looked up, he found that there was a female elf sitting in his tent for some reason. It was the second lady of the Windrunner, Sylvanas."...how did you come into my tent."Hearing Charlemagne's question, Cirvanas, who was swinging a pair of overlapping long white legs, curled her lips pretending not to care, "Why can't I come? Seeing your stupid look just now, you must be thinking again." Is it too much? No wonder Ollie said that you often scare yourself with crazy thoughts."At this time, the female elf took off the ranger boots she usually wore, and a pair of crystal clear feet flickered in front of Charlemagne, as if reflecting a jade-like luster under the arcane lighting.After noticing Charlemagne's gaze, Cirvanas twitched the corners of his mouth indistinctly. As Liadrin said, the exposed legs really caught his attention.Fortunately, Charlemagne's will is still firm. After noticing the flickering smile on the corner of Cirvanas' mouth, he immediately made a serious expression and coughed, "Ahem...it's so late, go back and rest, tomorrow There is still a big battle, so don't lose your spirits early in the morning."Cirvanas put down a pair of big white legs, swayed to Charlemagne's side and whispered in his ear, "Do you really want me to go?"Charlemagne shuddered unexpectedly, thinking of Alleria's name in his heart, he hurriedly pushed Cirvanas out, "Go back quickly! The war is going to start tomorrow, you still have something to think about, you really should Alleria is here to discipline you."After being ejected from the tent, Cirvanas showed a dissatisfied expression, "Hmph! Coward!" Thinking of Charlemagne's prudish appearance just now, the second lady smiled lightly, put on a pair of long leather boots in her hand, and walked briskly towards her tent.In the tent, Charlemagne wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "Huh... Yaoshou, who taught her this provocative kung fu, she is simply a goblin."Thanks to Cirvanas' interruption, Charlemagne, who was still a little anxious just now, calmed down instead."That's right... just like she said, there's no point in scaring yourself, won't the outcome of everything be known tomorrow?"At 5 o'clock in the morning of the next day, the entire alliance camp had already started to move. Lothar commanded the generals of various countries to drive his troops to the predetermined location. Charlemagne and Cirvanas also led the rangers to the predetermined location. Good hill.In order to balance the strength of the two sides, he temporarily transferred Jialinde and Eleanor to Sylvanas to command, and he stood on the hill with Aqiang and his two brothers, activating eagle eye to look into the distance. go."See..."Different from the neat army formation on the Alliance side, the formation of the tribal orcs is more like the skirmish line in Charlemagne's previous modern army. The uncontrollable chaotic characteristics, maybe this kind of position is more suitable for them.As I remembered, with scarlet eyes, dark green skin, gnarled muscles and a bloodthirsty grim expression, this is the orc tribe who drank the blood of Mannoroth.At the same time, Charlemagne also saw several individuals in the orc camp who were obviously stronger than ordinary soldiers. From their respective outfits, Charlemagne easily guessed the identities of several of them.Orgrim, Gul'dan, Zujin and Saurfang brothers, the others should be the chiefs of the clans, right? 'At 7 o'clock in the morning, Lothar personally put on his extremely flamboyant armor and came to the front line. Following the order he drew out the front finger of the big royal sword, the alliance army marched neatly under the loud command of the officers. step.Almost at the same time, desolate horns sounded in the tribe's camp, and Charlemagne could clearly see the green-skinned orcs rushing towards them shouting in disorder."Charge! For the Alliance!""Lok-tarogar!"
