The Alterac Kingdom was destroyed.
Orgrim was smart enough to control the number of Orcs that attacked.
Three thousand people, half of them elites and half of them soldiers. More than two thousand of them were Orcs, many of them were Trolls, and dozens of Ogres.
This was a number that tested Duque's mental fortitude.
Duque had been using a high ratio of casualties, and Orgrim had noticed this. That was why Orgrim attacked with a force that was close to teasing Duque.
Alterac's mountainous terrain was a natural barrier for humans, but not for the Horde. Duque only sent the Silver Hand Knights and the Windrunner sisters to guard the rear, and did not defend to the death.
Reality proved that Duque's decision was right.
General Haas, who was not far from Duque, saw many Trolls with white and blue skin climbing up the cliffs around the Broken Ridge. They were throwing spears at the Holy Knights from above.
"They are Frostmane Trolls, a branch of the Frost Trolls. They have been active in the Bronzebeard Dwarves' Dan Molor. Now they seem to have been recruited by the Horde, "Duque said calmly.
He could almost imagine that if they defended to the death, the Holy Knights might be able to hold on, but the normal human warriors would definitely collapse under such a three-dimensional attack.
Alterac did not have the protection of snow in the summer. After the Silver Hand Paladins retreated, the entire capital city was set ablaze.
The warriors of the tribe roared loudly and wantonly celebrated the destruction and conquest.
"Hmph!" Duque's face twitched as he snorted coldly. He saw the Orcs pulling out large amounts of frozen meat and other rations from the cellar.
In the cold Alterac, there was frozen soil two meters below the ground. It was the best place to make an ice cellar.
Most of the Horde were people who did not mind meat. This batch of meat would obviously be a strong support for the Horde in attacking Lordaeron.
Duque could not help but sigh. Orgrim had succeeded in the end.
Although the situation was not as bad as the original history, it was not much better.
In the original timeline, the Second Battle of the Dark Portal had completely changed the fate of the Alterac Kingdom and the Barov Family. The treacherous King Eden surrendered to the orc army and launched a counterattack against the alliance army. They incited peasant riots in the areas controlled by the alliance. The rebels repeatedly harassed the Dalajan troops around Hillsbrad, preventing them from supporting the Alliance forces fighting on other fronts.
Very soon, the actions of the Alterac Kingdom incurred the wrath of the Dalajan Mages. The Dalajan swiftly and decisively dispatched an army to completely destroy the Alterac Kingdom and raze it to the ground. This was the Alterac Ruins in the future.
Ten minutes later, Duque saw the Knights of the Silver Hand, who did not have many scars, and the Windrunner sisters, who were covered in sweat.
Wuther seemed a little dissatisfied. "Deputy Commander-in-Chief, why did you send out the retreat signal so early? We can still kill more tribes."
In Duque's eyes, Uther was not a qualified commander. His leadership was limited, and he did not see the big picture well enough. He was like the most perfect saint, spurring everyone to move forward with almost strict faith. Uther was indeed the most perfect flag, but not everyone was willing to live a more puritanical life than a puritan. Most of the time, Duque only used Uther as a fierce general.
Duque smiled faintly. "This is not a good place for a decisive battle. If you were somewhere else, you could kill 100 Horde warriors in an hour. Here, you can only kill 40. Save your strength, there is still war to fight. Pack up, we will immediately set off for Lordaeron. If we don't leave now, the tribes will reach your home before us. "
Not only Uther, but Saidan and Theon, the paladins from Lordaeron, also raised their eyebrows.
Ignoring the paladins, Duque turned to General Haas and said, "Bring the Eagle Knights and all the infantry you can muster and follow me."
Haas was stunned. He turned to look at the Alterac refugees in the distance. "What about the Alterac citizens?"
"Leave them to the local garrison."
"What if the Horde attacks them?" Haas and the other Alterac generals were anxious.
Duque's eyes sharpened. His sharp gaze reminded Haas of the eagles that were flying over the snowy mountains, about to pounce on the prey. "I've been fighting with Orgrim for so long. Do you think I don't know what he's planning? Believe me, before Orgrim split up to attack the Broken Ridge, he had already led the majority of his troops to Lordaeron. Who knows, they might arrive even faster than we thought. "
Elusia's eyes were red as she silently stood behind Duque. She knew what Duque meant. Her two goddamn brothers were leading the way for the Horde. With them leading the way, the main force of the Horde would pass through the Alterac Mountains at a terrifying speed.
Duque had guessed correctly.
Other than the five thousand soldiers that Orgrim had sent to the rear, the rest of the main force had begun their rapid march in the afternoon.
Just as the Barov brothers had said, the Alterac army had given up on these roads.
Even if there were a few bunkers on the road, the Barov brothers would shout at them with the contract they got from King Eden, and the soldiers in the bunkers would quickly retreat.
This was an era where information was scarce. Other than the commanders of the Alliance, the king, and the generals, no one had the right to receive magical messages. Most of the messages were delivered by horse.
The subordinates of the lesser nobles did not know that their lord was dead, but after seeing his signature and seal, they quickly retreated from the bunkers.
Orgrim was able to quickly lead his soldiers through these narrow checkpoints.
He thought that the Barov brothers would be of some use, and he was pleased to find out that his thinking was correct.
The road ahead was still very dangerous.
The Orcs and Trolls did not mind climbing the mountains, but the Ogres were much more troublesome. Without Gujar, their movements were much slower. For a stone path like this, as long as there were a few soldiers blocking the way, once the corpses piled up, the Ogres would not be able to pass through.
Orgrim was not willing to give up on the Ogres, especially the Twin-headed Ogre Warriors. So, he urged his army to quickly advance. He knew that once his army passed through the mountains, no one would be able to stop the Horde's giant axe from cutting into the heart of the Alliance.
Once he succeeded, Grom Hellscream, who was trapped in the Silverpine Forest, would be freed. Based on his understanding of humans, most of them would rather give up a large piece of land in order to gather all their forces to protect their capital.
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