That's right, after putting out the flames on their bodies, these crude fellows had already stood up and were laughing at Duque.
The Beastmen were laughing.
Duque was laughing as well, but Duque's laughter was even more carefree and joyful.
Lothar suddenly noticed that Duque's eyes were filled with … concern for an idiot!
What? Was there a backup plan?!
Lothar was startled.
Lothar's guess was right. There really was a backup plan.
"Did you hear something?" Bolvar, who had the best hearing, was the first to ask.
In the next moment, not only did Lothar and Seamus hear it, but the rest of the Gryphon Legion did as well.
At this time, Duque said slowly, "Lothar, you'd better have your men retreat another fifty yards."
Fifty yards was equivalent to retreating into the forest.
From a tactical point of view, retreating into the forest was equivalent to not having a formation.
But when he thought of how low the water level had been, Lothar understood what Duque had done.
It was the spring flood season, and the river should be rising. Normally, the water level shouldn't be this low. There was only one explanation. Duke had ordered his men to build a dam at Stele Lake upstream of the river to hold back the water.
This was done after the entire Stormwind army had passed through and entered the Redridge Mountains.
Thinking of how Duque had secretly used the workers from the East Cove Lumberyard, it wasn't hard for Lothar to guess that it was these workers who had helped build the dam.
Terrifying!
Too terrifying!
Who would've thought that this mysterious old Magus was not only powerful, but also so resourceful?
If he wanted to ambush the Stormwind army, not a single one of them would be able to escape.
While Lothar cheered in his heart, he was also secretly shocked. Thankfully, this Magus isn't an enemy of Stormwind.
Lothar hurriedly ordered his men to retreat.
For a well-trained army, this wasn't a problem.
Ten seconds later, the Gryphon Legion's warriors were secretly delighted to see the Beastmen who had been laughing at them suffer.
With an earth-shaking rumbling sound that could destroy the mind of any tribal warrior, a raging wave that could blot out the sky and cover the earth swept down from the upper reaches of the river. It was mixed with countless debris and the anger of human beings, pouring down in a furious manner.
Before the Horde invaded the World of Azeroth, the Bloodring Clan was once the most powerful clan in the Horde. Now, the Bloodring Clan was still one of the top clans in the Horde.
Under the leadership of old Kilrogg Deadeye, the Bloodric clan possessed the indomitable wildness necessary for many years of successful campaigns. For example, attacking the Draenei's Shattrath City.
According to the original history, based on their invincible performance in battle, the Bloodring clan was given the responsibility of defending the territory of the dwarves that was previously occupied – the Khaz Modan area, and was given the task of attacking the dwarves' old nest, the Iron Furnace Fort.
It could be said that these experienced Blood Ring warriors who were loyal to the largest clan in the tribe, the Blackrock clan, were definitely one of the tribe's most precious treasures.
But now, this army that had joined the frontlines under the orders of the great chief, Blackhand, was almost completely annihilated.
The few remaining green flags couldn't even barely hold on under the great power of nature. In the blink of an eye, they were completely swallowed up by the flood that was mixed with large amounts of sharp wooden stakes.
Of course, this wasn't where all the elites of the Bloodring Clan were, but Kilrogg would probably feel the pinch from losing such an elite vanguard army here.
The army that had been swept up in the flood was famous within the Horde. From upstream to downstream, Duque roughly counted four or five of them.
Other than the Bloodring Clan, Duque managed to recognize the larger clans such as the Blackrock, Shatterpalm, and Dragonmaw. It had to be known that during the first incident at the Dark Portal, the entire tribe had turned out in full force. Most of these were elite veterans who had just experienced the war with the Draenei. If any one of these large clans were to enter the Stormwind, which had not seen a great war for hundreds of years, it would be enough to destroy this small human kingdom.
It had to be known that in the original history, it wasn't just the Stormwind that defeated the Horde. Instead, it took the help of seven human kingdoms, dwarves, and some elves to defeat the Horde.
Therefore, from the beginning, Duque didn't think that his efforts in the Stormwind alone would be enough to completely defend against the Horde's attack.
What Duque could do was to bleed the Horde as much as possible before the final battle.
Today was the first step!
In the original history, these vanguards who invaded the Azeroth would all die. But today, Duque had completed their fate in another way.
Countless Orcs wailed and screamed, trying to escape this death trap before the flood arrived. Unfortunately, they weren't Naga, nor were they merfolk. The Orcs who could run as fast as they could on the mountains became incomparably clumsy in the water, and were quickly swept away by the flood.
The flood wasn't particularly fatal to the strong Orcs, but the sharp wooden stakes in the flood were quite fatal. The Orcs had all squeezed into the water to avoid the fire, and the result was that a single stake could often skewer several Orcs.
In a few blinks of an eye, the Orc army that had been incomparably strong just a moment ago was scattered.
That wasn't all. Noxus saw that there were many large ships coming down the river along with the flood. The human sailors on the ships were beating drums and throwing javelins at the Orcs who had luckily escaped the disaster.
Seeing the scene before him, Noxus had already lost the ability to speak.
At this time, Duque slowly turned around. "Go, the Gryphon Legion needs the enemy's head as a sacrifice to their comrades."
Seeing the previously aggressive Orcs turn into drowning dogs, Noxus actually felt a little disappointed. This wasn't the opponent he wanted.
Bolvar stepped forward and patted Noxus' shoulder plate. "We all know how strong these green-skinned creatures are. The Elven Forest can't be defended, and the nobles who have lost their territory need a place to vent. I don't want the Gryphon Legion to become a target. "
Noxus quivered and immediately came to a realization.
Yes, he was indeed an outstanding commander. But he definitely wasn't an outstanding politician.
In terms of tactics, the Gryphon Legion had already done their best. So what? With the Redridge Mountain lost, the soldiers of Stormwind City couldn't possibly be a match for the Orcs in the forest, where individual strength was the most important. The nobles who had lost their territory would naturally choose to vent their anger.
It was obvious that the Gryphon Legion, who hadn't fought well, was the best scapegoat.
Noxus couldn't bear to see them being blamed by the nobles after making such a huge sacrifice! Even the compensation would be deducted!
Fortunately, if they could bring back enough orc heads, it would be the best proof of the Gryphon Legion's bravery!
Noxus suddenly waved his sword. "Gryphon Legion, advance! Kill those green-skinned beasts that have come ashore! "
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