Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The Blackrock Fortress is heavily guarded, and Galen has already warned Lothar that Orgrim is likely to launch a counter-raid and carry out a decapitation plan.

Lothar also expressed that he agreed with Garen's inference, because if Lothar was in a disadvantageous position with Orgrim, he would also choose decapitation, and he has always done so. The bounty for Orgrim's head in the black market has reached 100,000, but this money is not so easy to get. Many assassins have come one after another, but they can't even make a splash.

At dawn, the red light of magma illuminated the earth again. Orgrim stood on a towering rock, with his remaining army below him.

At this time, the orc army covered the entire plain below. Among them were not only orc warriors, but even the weak laborers who he usually thought were not qualified to go to the battlefield were given a battle axe. Orgrim felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"My fellow orcs, warriors!" Orgrim raised his hammer high on the rock, and his roar attracted the attention of all orcs.

"We have suffered defeat and setbacks in the north, and our army has suffered heavy losses. Gul'dan's betrayal has caused us heavy losses, but we are still orcs, we are still invincible, and humans have never been our opponents! One of us can beat three of them!"

"But when we failed, humans took the opportunity to chase us here. They thought we were no longer viable! We failed completely!"

What Orgrim said made him feel sad, but some things should be said in the opposite way, otherwise how can he boost morale?

"But we are powerful warriors among the orcs. We will not wait for humans to take the initiative to attack. We orcs are always the ones who can take the initiative to attack! This is the pride of the tribe! We will make them regret catching up and crush them. We will step on them to rule this land again! Enslave their people!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The cheers of the orcs on the plains made the boulders under Orgrim's feet tremble slightly, which made Orgrim feel relieved and an ecstatic smile appeared on his face.

Become!

It finally boosted morale!

These are orcs! The invincible orcs who have conquered every battle. They will never cry and beg for mercy. They will fall, but they will definitely fall on the way to the charge!

"Blackstone Guard! Charge with me!"

Orgrim jumped off the boulder, followed by a group of tall orcs. They charged towards the north!

"Kill!"

The deafening roar resounded throughout the world, and the sky in the southern part of the Burning Plain was shrouded in murderous aura!

Then the dense green tide moved again, and Orgrim hit the box A!

The orc army rushed towards the Alliance's headquarters, Blackrock Fortress, along the terrain of the Burning Plains.

"It seems that Garin guessed correctly this time, and the orcs really took the initiative to attack."

Lothar was on the top platform of Blackrock Fortress, watching the orc army sweeping in from afar through an engineering telescope, and spoke to Turalyon beside him.

"Today is a great day for slaughtering orcs. My new weapon has not yet drunk the blood of orcs, Marshal!"

Turalyon stretched out his right hand and grasped his new weapon, O'Brien Soul-Splitter. The top of the sword emitted a bright green light.

"Haha, my Grand Marshal's sword is the same!" Lothar looked at the longsword behind Turalyon with admiration, and then drew out the broadsword behind his back: the Grand Marshal's double-edged sword.

The night before yesterday, when he got this new weapon, his good friend Medivh, who had been dead for more than two years, suddenly appeared in Blackrock Fortress, which made Lothar ecstatic.

The two talked all night long, and finally persuaded Medivh to return to Stormwind Kingdom to help Llane restore his country. In the end, he was told that he had to face the greater evil Sargeras. Lothar could only express regret and promised that he would protect Stormwind Kingdom, and Stormwind Kingdom would always welcome back Medivh, the Duke of Elan.

When Medivh left, he asked Lothar to give him his sword: Quel'Zalamu.

Seeing his good friend die in his arms once, Lothar said that he really needed a more powerful weapon. It happened that he had just obtained the Sword of the Grand Marshal, so he readily lent out the Holy Sword Quel'Zalaam!

In order to get more familiar with his new sword, Lothar would practice with Turalyon for a while after finishing his official duties these days, and also give some pointers to his adjutant and help him calm down.

He had already seen that Turalyon had a one-sided love for a certain high elf, but based on Medivh's personal experience in conquering all the flowers, he knew that Turalyon had no chance. Moreover, Lothar dared to bet that even if Alleria chose a human, it would probably be the one who would spend the longest time with her.

Garin, what great luck.

One is his close adjutant, the other is his close friend regardless of age difference, the benefactor of Stormwind Kingdom, and half-mentor of his son. They are both his flesh and blood. Lothar said that it would be a shame to help either of them, and emotional matters are so difficult.

Lothar took Turalyon down the stairs and directly came to the open space in front of Blackrock Fortress.

Lothar had already been prepared and sent the remaining military spies to monitor the movements of the orcs, and assembled the army as soon as the orcs made any unusual movements.

Lothar climbed onto his horse, followed closely by Turalyon.

Raising the sword of the Grand Marshal high, Lothar began the pre-war mobilization: "Warriors of the Alliance, our victory is at hand! With a victory, we can completely drive the orcs out of our homeland. Our loved ones are waiting for our triumphant return!"

"For the glory of the Alliance!"

"For the justice of Holy Light!!"

"For the victory of Lordaeron!!"

Seeing that the soldiers were already high in morale without his long speech to boost morale, Lothar nodded, quite satisfied.

"Warriors! Charge with me!" Lothar swung the sword of the Grand Marshal forward, pointing the direction of the charge for the soldiers!

The war horses neighed and their hooves leaped. The knights of the Royal Knights of Lordaeron and the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse pulled the reins and rushed towards the orcs.

The next moment, more than a dozen flares were launched into the sky, and red flames flew high, which was very obvious in the endless burning plain.

The Dark Iron Dwarves in Blackrock Spire in the west, the Bronzebeard Dwarves in Scorchhold, the Knights of the Silver Hand in the east, the Knights Templar, as well as an infantry regiment of Lordaeron and the militia knights of Stromgarde, all moved at this moment, rushed to the battlefield of the decisive battle, and surrounded the orc army from both sides of Lothar!

There are no unnecessary tactics, no treacherous strategies, only a battle of iron and blood.