The people of Lordaeron … very quickly ran into trouble.
To be honest, this was not their fault. If one disregarded Du's actions, there was no problem with their surprise attack.
The fault was that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time, and met the wrong people.
If they had come a few days earlier, they would have met with the emptiness of Grim Batol. At that time, the entire fortress only had the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuluhed. If they had come later, when the tribe had finished adjusting, there would not have been so many gods.
But to say that the people of Lordaeron were unlucky was the same thing.
At this point in time, the entire tribe, other than the two brothers Rend and Maim who were sent to kill Gul 'dan, and Grom Hellscream who was still being chased in the Tirisfal Forest, happened to have a meeting with a large number of chiefs.
Yes! It was in this Grim Batol that the meeting was held.
Just yesterday, Great Chief Orgrim, who had just barely escaped with his life, had left his deputy Sabek behind after making arrangements for the war in the Arathi Highlands. After that, a large number of chiefs had come to a meeting, and it was a secret meeting.
Orgrim.
Kilrogg Deadeye.
Zuluhed.
Kashdrake.
Rexxar.
Kargath Bladefist.
And a large number of chiefs from second-tier clans.
Because it was a secret meeting, of course it would not be a big deal.
The moment Grim Batol was ambushed, Orgrim's reddish-brown face almost turned green like his compatriots.
Operation Decapitation!?
Duque gave Orgrim too much pressure. Without knowing that Duque was also in trouble, Orgrim almost immediately thought that it was Duque's plan.
For a moment, Orgrim was on the verge of collapse, but the chief was still the chief. After sending some ordinary soldiers to test the waters, he immediately had a plan.
Sitting at the head of the table, Orgrim calmly asked, "Is the human portal still open?"
"Yes!" Zuluhed replied.
"Kargath, bring your people and Rexxar to block the portal."
"Understood." The one-armed Kargath waved the blade attached to his broken arm, revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.
"Zuluhid, tell Nekros to hide."
"Yes."
"As for the others, follow me to the Alliance to get a piece of meat." As he finished, his burly body suddenly stood up. Everyone could see Orgrim gripping the infamous [Hammer of Destruction] tightly.
The people of Rotterdam were dumbfounded.
After all, this wasn't their territory. Even with the map provided by the Bronze-Bearded Dwarves, not everyone could clearly find their way in the middle of a bloody battle.
Apart from the unlucky ones who were smashed to death on the spot, the people of the Rotterdam Kingdom were dumbfounded, especially when the roof of the main passage of the fortress suddenly collapsed, and a large number of powerful people jumped down.
The Alliance and the Horde had been fighting for a long time, and everyone knew each other very well.
Everyone knew that the Alliance relied on formations. The Infantry Shield Formation at the front opened up the path, the Spearmen and Great Swordsmen in the middle, the Formation Mages and Archers at the back, and the Priests to heal them.
If he could grind down the energy consumption, he could teach the Beastmen how to behave.
The Horde's strength lay in the quality of the individual soldiers. Once it got into a chaotic battle, an Orc could easily kill ten human infantrymen.
The Horde's attack this time was aimed at the Alliance's weak spot.
The warriors of the Broken Palm Clan appeared out of nowhere and cut off the Alliance's formation in an instant. They blocked the entrance of the Alliance's teleportation portal.
In just one exchange, more than 20 priests were killed in an instant. The sharp blade attached to the arm caused the Church of Light to suffer the most tragic loss since the start of the war.
There was a limited number of descendants of the teleportation portal, and those who could come were the elites of the elites. These priests, any one of them was a bishop of a region. Their deaths were definitely a huge loss to the Alliance.
Moreover, the Alliance's unique strategy of 'Fight, Get Injured, Recover, Fight again' was broken, and the psychological impact on the Alliance's soldiers was definitely huge. Think about it, with these nannies and dads around, as long as they had a breath left, they might be able to be saved. Without them, serious injuries meant death. How could the psychological pressure be the same?
Far away in the Dalajan, Terenas, who was sitting on the balcony, saw this and his face turned green.
"Master, please hold on for a while. I'm afraid we have to send reinforcements."
It was impossible for such a huge operation to not have a backup plan. That was, of course, Uther's Silver Hand.
Almost as soon as he saw that the passage was sealed, Uther had already taken the lead and rushed over. Behind him, Tirion Fordring also rushed over with his warhammer. Beside them were fifty Silver Hand Paladins.
However, as soon as they rushed over, they found that the battlefield was still too narrow.
As the gate of a stronghold, the main passage, which was fifty meters wide, was definitely not narrow. But for a battlefield, it was undoubtedly at the level of a narrow path. The two sides fought close to the entrance of the teleportation portal.
This time, the Alliance suffered a big loss.
No one dared to blast magic over the portal, because it would affect the stability of the portal. They could only rely on hand-to-hand combat and bows and arrows.
In a normal battle, would the Broken Palm Clan be afraid of this?
Kargath against Uther.
Rexxar against Tirion.
Both sides were evenly matched.
It seemed to be a stalemate here, but the problem inside was huge.
Their retreat was cut off, which in itself affected their morale. When Orgrim arrived with a group of ferocious Chieftains, Abbendis and Saidan's faces turned green. They never thought that the tribe's best fighters were almost all here.
This pair of founders of the Scarlet Crusade in the future barely held off the chiefs of four second-tier clans. But that didn't stop Orgrim from sneering as he led a large group of the most powerful Chieftains to slaughter them!
Shields were the best against swords and knives, and the worst against heavy weapons.
When Orgrim, who swung a hammer that weighed more than a hundred kilograms like a toy, appeared, for the first time, the Alliance soldiers realized that they could become part of a force of a thousand men — well, those small soldiers who were sent flying.
With a sweep of the hammer, at least five or six Alliance elites were sent flying, or had their arms and legs broken, or their bodies twisted. Only the Paladins who activated their invincibility could survive a hit from the hammer. Since that was the case, when the Paladins, who looked like big golden eggs, were sent flying, they also knocked into many of their comrades like bowling pins.
The [Hammer of Destruction], stained with human flesh and bones, was overflowing with ferocity. At this moment, anyone would think that this terrifying hammer was a divine artifact!
The Alliance was defeated, and the elite soldiers of Rotterdam were reduced at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.
"No —" General Abbendis was furious. He almost went crazy.
After all, those who died were his most elite subordinates! Many of them had followed him for at least five years. But now, it was like a sickle cutting the wheat in the field, the grass was being cut!
He did not know what was going on, but this time, Rotterdam was really in trouble.
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