The intensity of the war at The Dark Portal in the past two years was unprecedented.
Although the commanders could see the decline of the Horde, on several battlefields, the Alliance that was on the defensive seemed to be in danger.
The bronze-bearded dwarves of the southernmost Iron Furnace Fort, Kilrogg Deadeye of the Bloodring Clan had changed his strategy. He began to use iron from the iron mines to forge armours for the unworthy labourers in the eyes of the tribe. He completely armed them and used the method of exchanging lives for the bronze-bearded dwarves.
In the southeast of Lordaeron, the Arathi Highlands had almost completely fallen. The Torrent Castle looked like it could fall at any time. The Horde transferred a large number of new warriors and laborers through The Dark Portal.
Rend Blackhand was smart for once. He gave up on attacking the Torrent Castle and let the laborers dig into the mountain.
The Torrent Castle was located on the largest hill of the Arathi Highlands. Except for a few places, most of the mountain roads to the Torrent Castle were more than 45 degrees. It was easy to defend and hard to attack.
But digging into the mountain hit the Torrent Castle's weak spot.
Without the support of the earth, the ground outside the Torrent Castle began to collapse. The sinking ground spread in all directions, and the houses overturned. A large amount of debris poured down to the foot of the mountain.
The only good thing was that the Torrent Castle was the capital of the Arathor Empire. Its defense was the best in the entire continent, and even in the world. From inside to outside, there were a total of five walls. Even if the outermost wall collapsed, there were still four walls.
At this rate, the Torrent Castle could still hold on for about half a year.
Located between the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Hills, the Horde's offensive was very fierce. Regardless of the quality of the soldiers, the Horde had brought more than 200,000 people.
Under the continuous attacks of all kinds of newly built thick and hard siege weapons, General Abbendis of Lordaeron could not hold on. Now, it was the allied forces of Lordaeron, Stormwind and Alterac who were guarding the Torrent Castle.
Further north, near the holy city of Stratholme, Duque was at the Northern Watch Tower. Now, the Northern Fortress was facing an unknown number of Horde.
Duque was not sure if Orgrim's main force was in front of him. But Duque could not do anything about it. This was because the Horde's army was in Zul 'Mashar, which had always been the territory of the Mossflayer Trolls. No one knew how Orgrim managed to convince the remaining Mossflayer Trolls to join the Horde.
In any case, there were Trolls, Ogres, Goron, who was known as the Great Ogre, and a large number of Red Dragon Knights.
A large number of elite troops of the tribe were there. Even if Duque launched a tentative attack, he would still suffer heavy losses.
Duke told Kudran to do a reconnaissance flight, but it turned into a large scale aerial battle that caused the sky to dim and the earth to dim. The Alliance had lost close to 300 griffins. Of course, the Horde wasn't doing too well either. More than 100 Red Dragons had been killed.
Just like that, on almost all fronts, the Alliance was forced into a passive defensive position. Every day, human lives were disappearing with the momentum of a broken dam.
The distress letters from the frontline flew to the two Alliance commanders like snowflakes. In fact, the war between the Alliance and the Horde was like two ferocious beasts tearing each other apart, constantly inflicting wounds on each other.
Now, it was not a matter of who could deal the fatal blow to the other, but who could last longer. The last one standing in the duel ring would be the winner.
Be it Andoine or Duque, they were both in a terrible state, but they had to appease the kings. Duque did not conjure up the magic lanterns of thousands of troops.
In response to King Solas of Stormgard's request for help, Duque made Dai Linjun pay a little bit of money. Through the secret passage near the coast, he sent dozens of seven-pounder cannons that were originally used on warships to Stormgard.
These seven-pounder cannons greatly increased the defense of Stormgard. At least against Goron, they were not that weak.
As for King Eden of Alterac, Duque looked down on him. Damn it, the Horde has not even reached your borders yet. What do you mean by sending ten distress letters every day?
In fact, Duque also understood that when King Terenas forced a few lords to bring their weak private soldiers to join Duque, Duque had already completed the defense of the "Eastern Plaguelands" in the future.
And the further west they went into the densely populated areas, the stronger the defense of the Kingdom of Rotterdam. Unless Orgrim and his 50,000 men could really overcome all the obstacles, it would only be a joke for them to fight their way through the entire Eastern and Western Plaguelands and cross thousands of kilometers to reach the Kingdom of Rotterdam, which was located in the center of the Tirisfal Forest.
Of course, Orgrim could also count on Gromm to suddenly use the trapped Horde to break through the main force of the Kingdom of Rotterdam along the northern line of defense of the Silverpine Forest.
On the march map, no one could imagine how the Horde would reach the Kingdom of Rotterdam. But, there was actually a third way. That was to return to the Hinterlands, go west through the Poison Fog Canyon and Icewind Mound, cross the Alterac Mountains, and reach the Kingdom of Rotterdam.
Looking at this route, Duque was in a daze for a long time.
In the end, he called Ilusia over and handed her a letter that he had already written. "Bring this letter to your father in Caer Darrow. Gavinrad will accompany you. Remember, you are now the adjutant of the Alliance's Deputy Commander. If you are detained … if necessary, I will personally lead the army to get you back. "
Ilusia was completely dumbfounded. What did Duke mean by this?
Duke pulled Illucia over and whispered a few words into her ear. For the first time in her life, the eldest daughter of the Barov family, who had always looked calm and collected in the face of danger, fell into the deepest fear.
"Don't worry. Since I have foreseen it, this is just an insurance."
"Insurance …?" Ilusia's lips were still pale.
"Yes! Don't worry. If it really happens, I have a way to turn the situation around. "
July 13th, Year 2 of the Dark Portal.
Near Icewind Mound, the Horde's Great Chief Orgrim led his guards down a small mountain path towards a small valley below.
It was late at night, a time when most people were already asleep.
Orgrim also hated the lack of sleep. It made him seem irritable and not clear-headed.
Unfortunately, there was an urgent matter waiting for him.
Two tall and slender silhouettes appeared in front of Orgrim, causing his guards to jump in fright. He immediately realized that they were the troll scouts he had sent out.
When it came to scouting, the agile trolls were obviously better than the clumsy and crude Orcs. Therefore, when Orgrim found out that there was another group of trolls in Masa Zul who were unwilling to follow Zujin, and that they could be recruited with some food, Orgrim did not hesitate to recruit more than a thousand Mossflayer trolls.
"Great Chief, we found the target," the troll scout said.
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