Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

As night falls, the Farstrider camp is filled with a solemn atmosphere. Garin's Knights, Infantry Phalanx, Farstrider Rangers, and Kurdran's Griffins are all ready to go.

The only ones excluded were the Flame Eagles. Having not received any orders, they were forced to stay in the camp, and military merits had nothing to do with them.

Strictly speaking, the Farstrider troops led by Sylvanas and Alleria have joined the Alliance's combat sequence, and they can be dispatched as long as they have the order of a senior Alliance general, such as Garen.

The Flame Eagle Legion is only the legion of the High Peak Elves and is not under the jurisdiction of the Alliance. They only need to obey the orders of their own country's marshal. Unfortunately, the commanders of the Flame Eagle Legion and the Flame Blade Legion are not on good terms with Kael'thas, so they can only sit on the bench. There is no benefit for them, so you have to take the blame.

"set off!"

Garin issued new orders on his warhorse. Actually, he didn't want to ride a horse. He had almost broken his bones when he rode a warhorse on a rapid march through the forest to rescue the Temple of the Sun.

Can you believe that His Royal Highness the Legendary Prince is not very proficient in riding?

No one would believe it if I told them.

Garin could only remain speechless. Is there an inevitable connection between riding skills and strength?

At level 40, you spend 20 gold coins to learn basic riding skills, then spend 100 gold coins to buy a horse to ride, and then at level 60, you learn intermediate riding skills and buy a thousand-gold horse?

As long as you have money, you can learn advanced and expert riding skills, and even learn to fly?

The paladins and high-level knights were directly instilled with riding knowledge by the Heart of Origin, and they started at an advanced level, so I got nothing!

Please, in reality, riding skills require practice, and I have been staying in the palace since I was a child. Learning to ride a horse is something I have taken time out of my busy schedule to learn. It’s good enough that I can ride on the road. Do you still expect me to be proficient in all terrains?

The territory of the Dark Pine trolls is divided into two parts. One is a relatively high settlement called Sebutila. At the foot of the mountain is the fortress Bunua, where the young and strong of the Dark Pine are concentrated.

The Sebnua Fortress was once an outer barrier of Zul'Aman, the capital of the Amani. As a satellite city guarding the main city, its defense was naturally at the level of a military fortress. Unfortunately, after thousands of years of evolution and several wars with the high elves, the fortress has become dilapidated.

Commander Vaughn should have been severely punished for the failure in the previous few days that caused heavy losses to the trolls and two-headed ogres, but he was saved by Chieftain Darksong. Zul'jin was furious about Orgrim's departure. He believed that the orcs had violated the covenant and his main energy was in arguing with Zuluhed. He had no intention of taking care of this matter, so Vaughn was quietly licking his wounds at home.

Because the Traveler Camp had not taken the initiative to attack, the Dark Pine Tribe felt that humans and high elves would not take the initiative to attack. In addition, Marshal Vaughn was confined, and the Dark Pine Chieftain only arranged normal patrols by Dark Pine warriors. There was no state of war at all.

Garin and his army had appeared three kilometers north of Sebunua. All the troll sentinels along the way were assassinated by the elite ranger team led by Sylvanas.

Forest trolls excel at fighting in forests, but rangers are even better.

puff!

After the last dark pine troll on the treetop had his head blown off by Shiva's arrow, Garin said that the high-level knights had reached the best charging distance.

The knights wrapped cotton cloth on the four hooves of their war horses. This little trick had become a basic operation for the knights' raids. The wild boar people had suffered greatly from this trick.

In a three-kilometer sprint, the cotton cloth can at least ensure that the galloping of the war horses cannot be heard one kilometer away. Of course, if the trolls have something like burying war drums in the ground to monitor the movements within a radius of several kilometers, this trick will not work.

But they don’t have it!

Many things in the war of Azeroth rely on spellcasters to scout the enemy, such as the shaman's detection, but these spellcasters are middle and high-level among the trolls and are always lazy and slack, which gives Garen and others a good opportunity.

"This time, our mission is to capture the fortress of the Dark Pine tribe. At the same time, we will try to kill only the troll warriors, and we will try to capture the other troll women and children."

These words were said to the two commanders of the Far Travelers. The knights and infantrymen under Garin's command obeyed his orders completely. Garin was afraid that these high elf rangers would become bloodthirsty and only remember the feud between elves and trolls and attack indiscriminately.

"Got it! I told the rangers that it was you, Galin, who needed the troll captives. They will take your orders seriously!"

Sylvanas was fine, but Alleria was a little helpless. Garen's prestige among the Farstriders was almost catching up with hers.

"Are you ready?"

"No problem, you go first, we'll support you from behind!"

"Knights! Charge!"

Garin, with three thousand high-level knights and more than three hundred paladin guards, began to accelerate, aiming directly at the fortress of the Dark Pine tribe.

It was already past midnight, and only a small number of the original patrol teams inside the fortress were still patrolling diligently, while most of them found a corner to laze around and fall into a deep sleep.

When dealing with such an army, Garin felt that he was bullying them. Their willpower, equipment and organization were completely not on the same level. It was not until Garin and his men were only one kilometer away from the fortress that Ansong's patrol team discovered something unusual.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The patrol issued a warning, and the entire fortress went from quiet to chaotic and noisy, but it was too late. The knights were ready to charge through the forest, and although their speed was not as fast as on the plains, it was fast enough. After a while, they broke through the simple fences set up by the trolls and rushed into the ruined fortress.

The speed amplified by the Crusader Halo made the Knights move very fast. They directly dispersed and crushed a Dark Pine patrol that had no time to react.

Unless you are the Wolverine among the trolls, no matter how strong your self-healing ability is, you cannot save the troll from being turned into meat paste by the trampling of these three thousand troops.

The trolls that rushed out of the wooden house were directly knocked away by the knights. Those who could be reached were shot by the knights, and those that flew too far were left to fall to the ground and spit blood and wait for recovery. Anyway, Garin's goal was very simple, which was to trample the fortress with horses!

The torches that had been prepared long ago were thrown by the knights in the middle of the Knights Templar onto the surrounding wooden houses. After Garin completed the first round of attack, the entire southern part of the Sebunwa Fortress was already ablaze!

The burning houses in the fortress lit up the sky red, and the trolls ran around looking for a safe place to hide.

At this time, Sylvanas and others also arrived at the outskirts of the fortress, and Arudi led the infantry and musketeers into the fortress.

The travelers occupied the commanding heights and began to snipe the resistance forces in the fortress!