Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

For Sir Lothar, the Grand Marshal who trusted him and took good care of him, Garin would not forget to bring him a weapon.

The Grand Marshal's double-edged sword!

The sword was large, long, and thick, even larger than Garin's Brotherhood Sword, shining with a blue-white light, and inlaid with the emblem of the Storm Kingdom.

Lothar said he was very satisfied with the sword. Of course, King Llane said he wanted it too. In the end, Lothar said, "You are the king. After you win this war, you will have fewer opportunities to go to the battlefield. Why are you competing with me for it?"

Indeed, Anduin Lothar, who was nearly fifty years old at this time, could be said to be the most powerful fighter in the Alliance, and Garen seriously suspected that it was Ai-chan who opened a back door for Lothar. Since he became the Grand Marshal of the Alliance, Lothar's strength had risen rapidly from the middle stage of the legendary level to the late stage, far surpassing Thoras Trollbane and Daelin Proudmoore who were once on the same level.

It felt like a foreign virus had invaded the human body, and then Losa, as the white blood cell that took the lead in fighting the virus, was favored by the body and was continuously provided with nutrients.

Jialin decided that he would lick Aijiang from now on, no matter whether it was useful or not, it would not cost any money.

In the original time and space, if Gul'dan had not betrayed and become the best sixth man, the Alliance countries would have been almost defeated by the orc army. The number of the army was severely reduced, and the supply from the rear could not keep up, so Lothar couldn't wait to have a decisive battle with Orgrim in the Burning Plains.

Basically speaking, starting a decisive battle when the advantage is not obvious is always a gamble. Either you get wiped out and the opponent pushes your home crystal, or you kill the opponent in one wave.

However, the Alliance in this timeline was suppressed in the early stage, but it went smoothly in the later stage. Orgrim suffered various setbacks and had to retreat to Blackrock Spire.

So Lothar agreed to Garen's request and decided to postpone the attack for a month. The reason was that the Alliance now had the advantage and the initiative in their hands, and they could attack whenever they wanted. On the contrary, the Horde was in a panic, and the orc soldiers were under tremendous pressure.

Under Lothar's suppression, the Alliance deployed its troops in an orderly manner.

Garin had made great achievements in the early stages of the war, so Lothar said that he should give others some opportunities. With a wave of his hand, Garin's Five Color Legion became a reserve force, and the guys who had received new equipment yesterday became the main force.

Garin also understood that Lothar was training a new generation of generals, so he gladly accepted it and watched the show from the rear.

Daelin and Llane led the fleet and the Stormwind army to the enemy's rear. The Gilneas army began to slack off after the counterattack began. Genn put more energy on the so-called indestructible Magraine's Wall. Except for Haas's troops who defected to Stromgarde, the Alterac army was no longer trusted and was disbanded on the spot by the Alliance Lord Terenas.

There are also problems within the mage capital of Dalaran. A councillor who has come into contact with forbidden magic has been imprisoned. The Mage Corps lacks strong men who can act independently, so they can only send some small teams to follow orders in the Alliance army.

Even though he had only half of his troops available, Lothar was still full of confidence, because the situation on the Horde side was even worse. He had already learned the reason for their rage from the orc captives, and now the aftereffects were already appearing!

In order to take advantage of his illness to kill him, Lothar announced that he would officially send troops.

The Alliance army set out, divided into two groups and advanced in parallel. One group was mainly composed of the Stromgarde Militia and the Knights Templar, which compressed the orcs' defense line from the barren land northeast of the Burning Plains.

The second main force marched south from the Burning Gorge in the north to Blackrock Spire, with the Knights of the Silver Hand and several warbands from Lordaeron in the vanguard.

Although the sky is darkest before dawn, this law does not apply to the Burning Plains. There is magma everywhere. Even if there is no light in the sky, there is still some red light of magma on the ground.

Except for the patrol team and the guards on duty, all the other orcs were resting in the fortress. The arrival of the Warsong Clan eased the tense atmosphere a little.

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Chirp! Chirp!

Choo Choo Choo!

The piercing scream caught the attention of the guards. They saw what seemed to be a meteor falling in the northern sky. The guards did not react immediately. Even though they saw the roar of artillery fire from the Alliance Navy fleet, that was a horizontal shot. They did not know that the shells could also fly in a parabolic trajectory.

However, there are always smart and vigilant orcs in the tribe. The burning meteors are right on their faces. That dense mass of meteors can't be the Leo meteor shower, right?

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Although the guards sounded the alarm, the artillery attack had already arrived!

boom!

boom! boom!

boom! boom! boom!

The fortress built at the front was blown to pieces in an instant, and the orc soldiers stationed inside were buried in the sea of ​​fire in an instant.

The other orcs were shocked!

This place is far away from the coastline and surrounded by rolling mountains. The artillery is heavy. How could the Alliance transport such a large number of artillery to the Burning Plains?

That's right, this was again Garen's credit. Thousands of mortars were sold to Ironforge, and with the large number of long-range artillery made by the Bronzebeard dwarves from their little friends the gnomes, Ironforge mobilized a large number of troops overnight and moved them to the front line.

It's a pity that Gnomeregan seemed to have encountered some trouble, which tied up a lot of the dwarves' energy, otherwise the high craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque said that he could provide more artillery.

At this time, the Bronzebeard dwarves were looking at the flames in the orc fortress and were so happy.

"Brian, the best thing our eldest brother did during this period was to purchase this batch of weapons from Garin and Gerbin. It was so satisfying! These 200,000 gold coins were worth it!"

The other dwarf gunners around Brian and Muradin were busy stuffing ammunition into the mortar barrels, and then they looked excitedly at the orc position below the mountain that had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Two years! The dwarves cried in their hearts, damn orcs, do you know how we have been living in Ironforge for the past two years!

Although the large amount of food transported by Garin ensured the logistics of the Bronzebeard dwarves, they could only stay in Ironforge and be beaten under the suppression of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, and launched a weak counterattack using underground warfare.

All the frustration and depression of the dwarves were released with this wave of artillery fire.

Brian was also beaming with joy, waving his explorer hat and jumping up and down. "Quick, quick, quick, keep reloading and firing hard. Second Battalion Commander, direct your artillery fire to the east. There's not enough over there! Hahaha!"

Muradin covered his face. Why was his brother not as reliable as Garin?