Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

There was only one legion stationed south of the Sador Bridge, which was a special arrangement by Garin.

Normally, when you cross the Sador Bridge from the wetlands to Arathi Highlands, the area itself is relatively small. Except for the wide area at the bridgehead where the army can be stationed, there is a cliff to the east, and below the cliff is a surging water flow. To the west are the mountains where the Faldir Bay is located. Only by going north for more than ten kilometers through the narrow mountain road can you really enter Arathi Highlands.

The Sador Bridge is not spacious. It was built jointly by the Bronzebeard Dwarves and the Wildhammer Dwarves hundreds of years ago. Although it is a passage composed of two bridge decks, it is only about 20 to 30 meters wide and can accommodate only more than a thousand people at a time.

And from the terrain point of view, the north is high and the south is low, and the passage is narrow. The terrain is in my favor! One legion is fully capable of stopping the orcs' attack.

In the open, a Red Flame Legion was guarding the bridge. To the north of the bridge, out of sight of the orcs, in the mountains of the Faldir Bay, Garin had four legions hidden. The Raging Tide, Rock, Gale, and Thunder, Garin's main combat legions, were all present.

There are five left of the ten legions that joined the Alliance, namely Omar. Their First to Fifth Legions are under the unified command of Amor. Garen placed them at the Wall of Thoradin, responsible for the defense of the north of Stromgarde.

It only took the orcs half a day to gather in front of the Dun Modr Valley south of the Sador Bridge!

Dun Modr Valley was once a camp of the Bronzebeard dwarves, but when the military situation in Ironforge became critical, all the dwarf camps in the wetlands were emptied overnight, and they all chose to return to Ironforge to protect their homes.

Galen and Aragorn, Gandalf himself was stationed here, and a dwarf from Ironforge chose to guard the bridge.

At the southern entrance of Dun Modr Valley, on a makeshift wall, Garin and a dwarf stood side by side, looking at the gathering of the orc army.

"Sargos, do you think those green-skinned orcs are strong?" Garin teased the dwarf Sargus Anvilmar who chose to live and die with the Sador Bridge.

"My friend, they are indeed very strong, but my battle axe is no pushover. I will tell Action that not just anyone can cross the Sador Bridge!"

Sarges patted the two-handed axe behind him, looking eager to try.

It is said that this young dwarf is the descendant of the craftsmen who built the Sador Bridge. He was entrusted by his ancestors with the important task of guarding the bridge, which is why this irritable dwarf weapons warrior is reluctant to leave.

"Then you must be prepared. If nothing unexpected happens, they will launch their first attack immediately!"

After hearing what Garin said, the dwarf seemed even more excited. He has lived several decades longer than me, so how can he be more immature than me?

"Aragorn, prepare the Red Legion to meet the orcs' attack! Gandalf, keep an eye on the movements of the orc spellcasters. I suspect Gul'dan is here too!"

"No problem, Prince!" Gandalf said calmly that it was no problem. Galen thought so too. Gandalf in a white robe should be more powerful.

"Aragorn, prepare the body collection team. Keep a low profile. There are other people here."

After Garin finished speaking, he glanced at the dwarf who was still dancing and felt for a moment that he was in the way.

The battle started quickly. From the moment the first orc stepped into the artillery's range, a war between the two sides was imminent. Skipping the small-scale test, the orc army of more than 10,000 launched a charge on the city wall.

The artillery came from the ship-borne artillery of the Kul Tiras and Stromgarde navies. Admiral Daelin generously waved his hand and allocated 200 artillery pieces to Garin's southern defense line. In return, Garin gave 20 battleships to his good friend Drake.

Garin dismantled another hundred cannons from his own warships. Three hundred cannons roared, and every time a cannon fired, it would emit a scorching flame, bringing out hot solid shells, which rubbed against the air and made a death scream, smashing into the dense charge formation of the orcs. The lethality caused by the explosion of gunpowder was off the charts!

This orc army of 10,000 was a exploratory force sent by Orgrim. Half of them were from the Blackrock Clan, and the rest were provided by a dozen small clans.

The range of the orcs' crude catapults was not as long as that of artillery, and nearly half of them were destroyed by artillery!

However, the orcs who had drunk Green Fly were truly fearless and chose to brave the roar of artillery fire, ignoring the huge casualties on their side, charging upwards with their shields on, pouring anger into their blood to make their hearts beat more powerfully, and approaching the city wall in a crazy manner and began to climb!

Orgrim frowned as he watched the fierce attack and defense.

It's not that he was dissatisfied with the orcs' performance in the attack and defense. In fact, this force sent by Orgrim to launch a tentative siege performed remarkable well under the command of his lieutenant Varok Saurfang.

He had seen human artillery in Stormwind City. The Kul Tiras fleet commanded by Drake covered Lothar and his men boarding the ship and fired a broadside at Stormwind Dock. In the dense barrage of fire, the orc warriors who charged too fiercely, along with Stormwind Dock, were turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The warriors of the tribe were able to approach the city wall and begin to climb under the fire of artillery. Although there were some casualties, it seemed normal to Orgrim.

But he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find out what the problem was for a while.

However, as a wise commander, he is used to holding more cards in his hands.

"Go and bring Gul'dan up!"

After Orgrim gave the order, his personal guard captain, Blackrock Swordmaster Jubisis obeyed the order and left. After a while, he brought Gul'dan and his follower, the two-headed ogre Cho'gall.

"Gul'dan! In return for your life, you promised to bring new power to the Horde. So? Have you succeeded now?"

Orgrim tightened the hammer of Doom in his hand, trying hard not to let it fall on Gul'dan's hateful face.

"Yes! The noble Doomhammer!"

Gul'dan also lowered his head slightly, his eyelids filled with hatred for Orgrim! He hated him for destroying the main force of the Shadow Council that he brought to Azeroth, hated him for enslaving himself and trying to kill him.

Both of them wanted to kill each other, but they chose to endure at the same time.

Gul'dan waved his hand, and a team of several hundred people walked out of the dark woods. They were wearing black hoods and cloaks, and holding various human-made weapons in their hands.

This team is rather thin and does not look like the strong and burly orcs, nor the big-bellied ogres.

"What is this? A group of short people who look like humans?"

"Yes, this is the Death Knight I created. The loyal souls of orc warriors work with the corpses of human knights. They can also cast spells that can match all the power possessed by humans!"

"They will be the vanguard of the great tribe!"