In war, information was important, but real-time information was even more important.
Twenty-five years ago, orders had to be passed on by foot. If it wasn't horses, then it was griffins. That outdated method of sending orders on the battlefield had long been swept aside by the allied army.
After using the magic communication network, who would want to send orders without a reply after a long time?
After working with the Alliance for so long, the tribal leaders had long since become accustomed to using the magic communication network to do battle. Of course, in order to prevent being tricked by the Alliance, Saar had privately asked Pharaoh led by Anastrian to create a unique magic communication network for the tribe.
When working with the Alliance, they naturally used the Alliance's. After all, with a demigod like Duque, the communication was definitely fast and good.
In addition to the telephone-like magic communication that couldn't see faces, Duque also had the Alliance add a multi-screen real-time video broadcast. Although it was said that he had learned it from the Pantheon and the Burning Legion's void battleships, it was actually all his transmigrated knowledge.
Whenever the allied army fought a battle of a thousand people, at least three Sky Mages would be sent to observe the battlefield. These Pharaoh's didn't do anything but control the Mage's Eyes to transmit the images they saw through the magic network and finally to the allied army's headquarters.
The headquarters also had a rather modern feel to it.
Divided into categories, each small battlefield would have more than three girls with good eyesight. They were both inspectors and messengers. Behind these girls were commanders of all levels. In the sloping command post, orders were directly passed down from the highest level to the battlefield commanders.
It was precisely because of such a modern command system that everyone quickly learned of the shocking fact that one of the tribe's leaders had died and the other had surrendered.
"No —" Varrock Salufar, who was rushing over with his troops, was furious. He had seen his son's death in the magic mirror.
"Impossible —" Saar, who was far away in the Kalimdor continent's Orgrimmar, was extremely shocked. He couldn't accept the fact that the tribe had suddenly lost the leader of one of its main races.
There were now five major races in the tribe, and each one had an indispensable role.
The most numerous beastmen were undoubtedly the cornerstone of the tribe. Whether it was warriors or Warlocks, the beastmen were the most numerous.
Taurens were kind and brave, and were the strongest race for assault. However, there were too few taurens to be the main combat force.
The Trolls provided the best long-range attacks for the Horde, and the Trolls' javelins were indispensable.
Although gnomes had all kinds of problems, they controlled the tribe's economy and technological development.
The Forsaken … Although Anastrian had never been very respectful to Thrall, the Forsaken had given the Horde soldiers a way to be reborn a second time. Not only that, almost all the mages in the tribe were Forgotten Ones.
Mages not only provided sharp long-range attacks, but the importance of these Forgotten Ones who had been transformed from humans and elves had long surpassed the class itself in the current era where communication on the battlefield was becoming more and more important.
Without the support of the Alliance and Anastrian's small-scale magical communication network, the Horde would revert back to the primitive times of yelling orders.
Sal suddenly stood up. He didn't even know when the armrest of the chief's throne had been crushed by him.
Looking at the mysterious palm print on the Sun King's face in the magic mirror, Sal knew that Anastrian was definitely not surrendering on his own, at least not in such a humiliating way. This powerful Lich, who had once broken free from the Lich King's restraint, had most likely had his will destroyed by the Lich King in direct spiritual contact, and then he had knelt down.
The defeat and death of the two leaders had already made Sal extremely worried.
What was even more painful was yet to come.
On the city wall, the catapults that were previously in position were specially helping the Forsaken Army to bombard the Ghost Towers in the city.
But now …
"Fire!" Standing beside the catapults was Master Pharmacist Putray of the Royal Pharmacist Association of the New Undercity. Under his command, all the catapults suddenly made a crisp sound.
Huge metal barrels were directly thrown into the City of Calamity while the Horde army was at a loss.
"Ah!"
"Aren't those our catapults?"
"Damn it! What is this? "
Most of the Forsaken and Orc warriors still didn't know that their leaders had knelt down. They were only horrified to see that their catapults had thrown something at them.
The large metal barrels smashed into the city, destroying buildings and crushing people to death was a small matter.
What was terrifying was what spread after the metal barrels exploded. It was clouds of yellow-green fumes.
As long as they breathed in a little or touched it, be it the lively Orcs or the Forgotten Ones who were supposed to be dead and unable to breathe, all of them let out a blood-curdling scream, subconsciously clutching their throats and collapsing.
At most, they would convulse for about ten seconds before they stopped moving.
"Traitor!" Sal was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Even though he was the most restrained Orc in the world, he couldn't control his emotions at this moment.
It was obvious that the Forsaken had betrayed them. He had used some kind of new plague to shamelessly betray his compatriots and companions.
The Alliance Command was already in a mess.
"What happened? City of Calamity One, please report! "
"Two, two! If there's danger, retreat immediately. Just keep the magic in the Magic Net. "
But it wouldn't be so easy to leave once they came.
In the blink of an eye, a terrifying chill burst forth from Arthas, who had killed Young Salufar with a single sword strike. Where the City of Calamity had originally been, a new ice wall immediately rose from the ground, trapping all the Alliance Soldiers who were trying to escape.
They couldn't run, and they couldn't hold up. They had to close the door and beat the dogs.
The Horde soldiers fell in droves, but after a while, they stood up again as soldiers of the Calamity Army. This scene drove Sal crazy.
Soon, the scene was cut off.
Since the Lich King had descended, that terrifying elemental exclusion made it impossible for any magic to be used.
Looking at the dark row of magic mirrors, Sal suddenly lost all his strength. He slumped into the great chief's seat, his eyes unfocused.
Tens of thousands of troops had been wiped out in an instant. Not to mention the Horde with insufficient troops, even the large Alliance could not bear it.
Although there were two million new Orcs in the Horde, not all of them could be Warriors. Excluding the relatively weak laborers, women, and children, there were only 500,000 or 600,000 young men who could fight. Previously in the North Wind Tundra, the Warsong Tribe had been ruthlessly beaten up by Malygos. They had lost 100,000 people in one winter, and now it was equivalent to wiping out the entire Forsaken Race, plus Young Salufar's Blackstone Elites. The Horde was already badly hurt.
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