Shadow Bear Tibbers’ Plane Journey

Five days later, on the front of Tarren Mill, the war that was suspended due to the sudden appearance of a little girl was finally completely repaired on a certain jigsaw puzzle and observed by Marshal Reginald Windsor of the Stormwind Alliance In the opponent’s army, there didn’t seem to be many changes, nor did he worry about some of the powerful new fire elemental army. After joining, he finally let go of his mind and commanded the army again and began to gather to the front. Here.

Now Reginald Windsor intends to conduct a tentative general offensive for the Grand Legion. Now that they have joined the new draenei forces on the Stormwind Alliance side, their military strength has once again been strengthened, and in contrast to the Flame Alliance. On the one hand, apart from one more demigod mage, there doesn't seem to be much change. Even the silver hand paladins a few days ago have completely recovered, so he decided to test once!

Anyway, you have to fight sooner or later, and it’s okay to try. If you win, it’s the best! If you lose, then at best it is just continuing the confrontation.

On the long front of the Stormwind Alliance, they left the barracks and the improvised defense line, and came to the high underground wilderness. One of them was wearing bright white thick steel plate armor, blue topped steel helmet, and blue. The armored phalanx infantry in the blue shirt, holding a sharp spear, a sharp sword, and a tough steel shield, just stood under the banner of the Golden Lion of Stormwind on the blue background of the gold edge!

Only a pair of indifferent eyes can be seen in their narrow gaps in the helmets. They have been preparing for today's battle for a long time! They are looking forward to the forthcoming fierce battle!

Behind the strongest soldiers in the phalanx of the elite heavy armored regiment in Stormwind are the phalanx of dwarf shooters holding muskets, the phalanx of mortars, the heavy artillery used for siege and a small amount of roaring steam. Tanks etc.

Of course, in addition to the main forces of humans and dwarves, on both sides of the Chinese army formation, there are a small number of night elf archers, and a large number of draenei paladins and Mauman female draenei who are significantly taller than the humans in Stormwind. Priest.

Looking at their formation, there is a lot of soup, almost full of the wilderness in front of both sides! That kind of neat army puts a strong psychological pressure on the Flame Alliance troops who are also on the Tarren Mill Highland defense line.

The two sides have faced each other for so long. In the past six months, this is probably the first time the Stormwind Alliance has put on a posture of wanting to attack Tarren Mill in one effort!

"Your Excellency Velen! How are your draenei troops preparing now?"

Looking at the huge elite army of close to fifty thousand people on his side, Marshal Reginald Windsor, who was riding on the golden armor, looked around with satisfaction. After not finding any mistakes, he looked at the battle. Kiru, who radiated golden light energy and motivated his morale, gave him a look, and finally curled his lips and turned to ask the Prophet Velen who was standing beside him.

"Your Excellency Marshal, please rest assured, the elite troops of our draenei are very powerful!"

"But... I'm still a bit worried... You have seen that the space between this high ground is not large, and the number of soldiers allowed to rush up each time is no more than three or two thousand, plus the opponent is condescending... This is probably for us The offense is very unfavorable!"

In such a mountainous battlefield with only one road up, the defense has a huge advantage!

As the attacker, Vinyl really didn't want to rush forward like this! Because if there are few people, they will soon be wiped out by the enemy, and if there are too many people, crowded together, they won’t be enough for their artillery, magic, or catapult! If possible, did Vinylon even think about using his own spacecraft to airlift troops directly behind the opponent, and then initiate a front and back flanking attack?

However, thinking about the opponent’s air forces and the powerful fire eagle that breathes, he regretfully gave up this impractical idea, and did not dare to take the last remaining precious thing that their draenei could use. The transport boat was sent to die.

"Of course I know! But, we have no other choice! Now, we can only take advantage of the other side's recovery from the previous day's blow, and take Tarren Mill as soon as possible! Otherwise, I am worried that more will happen if the delay continues. Variables."

"It's no use thinking too much! Now, let's start!"

Looking at the lines of defense on the mountain road in the distance made up of rocks, horses, sandbags, and wooden slums, as the Marshal Reginald Windsor, although he also knew, this time The Legion’s offensive temptation, regardless of victory or defeat, will definitely lose a bit heavy, but now, he has to do that!

In fact, war is so ruthless, there is no right or wrong, only victory! At this time, either you die or I die! Any pity or retreat is meaningless, only victory, only one's own side wins, that is the only way out!

Of course, this time, they will not be overwhelmed by the entire army, but will only send out a few waves of offensives. If the results are really not visible, they will still retreat honestly.

"The striker starts to attack! The gun and shield are in front, the sword and shield are behind, the formation is close, and the whole is advancing!"

"The archers started shooting freely. All the artillery bombarded the enemy's front with all their strength! The tank troops paid attention, followed the forward and approached the bombardment!"

Following the wave of Marshal Reginald Windsor, professional military commanders galloped out, waving flags, and giving orders one by one!

Afterwards, a dozen or so elite Stormwind City plate phalanxes with about a hundred people slowly stepped forward, lined up in a dense formation, and started to move hundreds of meters away in a neat pace. Those on the **** of the highland also patted. The orderly formation of Lordaeron Plate infantry of the Flame Alliance steadily crushed the past.

And behind them were teams of dwarven musketeers and the roaring and tidy tanks! Of course, those dwarf or dwarf artillerymen, carrying mortars and cannonballs in groups of two or three, are fast forward and small steps to follow. Because mortars have a short range when bombarding from bottom to top, they need to take risks to follow closer!

And those rows of steam tanks did not walk on the main road of the net, but only intended to drive to a closer place for shelling?

Because, during the half-year-long confrontation, their Stormwind Allied forces have long learned a lesson: once those unreliable steam tanks are blown up by enemy magic or explosives on the only main road, they will be blocked. They will have an extremely serious impact on the offense! And if someone is sent here to clear the obstacles, it will cause two casualties, and the gain will not be worth the loss...

"Huh! It's finally here, I knew that old fox Reginald? Windsor could not help it!"

"Let the high elf rangers of Quel'Thalas prepare. When the locals enter a distance of 300 meters, they will launch a round of projectiles. Let's see the effect first!"

After watching the opponent's heavy armored army of more than a thousand people with a bit of contempt, Garriss, who was on a high ground command platform, immediately issued the first order.

Although the opponent's distance may be a little far away, the condescending elven ranger troops, with their superb skills, can still easily project to a distance of 300 meters.

Watching the messenger start to wave the flag to issue orders, Garithus turned his head and looked at a stone crevice in the distance, and found that the little girl had indeed arrived from the palace of the City of Fire and was about to stand, before he finally relaxed. Sighed.

As long as the other party is there, it doesn't matter what the other party is eating popcorn and drinking at the same time, but at least they can no longer worry about the powerful threat of the golden jigsaw puzzle in the distance, right?

"Drink! Drink!"

In the distance, the strikers of Stormwind City’s elite Plate Armored Corps shouted slogans and finally entered a place about three hundred meters from the Flame Alliance’s defense line. They were still advancing at an unhurried speed, maybe, only to wait until Will the charge be violent until the last fifty meters or so?

"Range troops obey orders!"

When the enemy entered the first tentative attack distance set by General Garithus, Lor'themar Theron, the ranger general of the High Elf Ranger Army, was standing next to a neat row of about three thousand ranger troops. , And took the lead in pulling the bow.

"Three hundred meters ahead, full bowstring, forty-degree angle...put it!!!"

Pulling his ranger-general longbow directly to the full-string position, and then adjusting the angle slightly, and giving the other male and female rangers a few seconds to adjust time, Lor'themar screamed and let go of the pull. Bowstring's right hand caused an armor-piercing arrow to instantly accelerate and shoot out from his fingers!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

In the next instant, a series of strange sounds of long arrows piercing the air and bowstring vibration rang, and then, no matter it was from the Flame Alliance side or the opposite Stormwind Alliance side, they only saw a large area of ​​dark and fast arrows. The spear shield or sword shield and plate armor infantry who had already straddled neatly and came to a distance of 300 meters smashed and shot down!

"Hold a shield!!!"

The officers in the formation of Stormwind who commanded the forwards obviously also noticed the rapid rain of arrows, so they shouted sharply, and the soldiers all raised thick shields to block their respective Head and continue to move forward, there is no trace of confusion at all.

Hum! !

Tuk! Bang! Huh!

As the Stormwind soldiers lifted their shields for less than two seconds, those long arrows, with a penetrating sharp scream, were nailed down to the Stormwind soldiers who were uniformly lifting their shields!

"what!!"

"Well……"

"..."

Soon, under the baptism of the rain of arrows, although most of the arrows were missing, a small number of people attacked the heads of more than a dozen hundred-man plate armor phalanx that were advancing with their shields! Most of them were bounced off by the heavy steel shields and strong plate armor. Of course, a few of them were directly nailed to the shields or the soldiers' plate armor, causing damage to the bodies inside!

There were also some lucky arrows that stung along the neck of the plate armor or the joints of the hands and feet, causing the sparsely over twenty Stormwind City plate armor soldiers to leave the team and fall to the ground screaming and wailing, or He just fell silently on the wasteland that had been dyed red by many wars, and never moved again...

"..."

Obeying the order, after a volley of fire, Lor'themar, who saw the poor effect, did not order another attack.

He also knows that the damage of the ranger troops to these heavy armored targets is not too high. Only when they get close, let the skilled rangers shoot directly at the gaps in the opponent's helmet or deal with those lightly armored or unarmored targets. .

"The artillery unit, prepare to deal with the enemy's artillery! Catapult, focus on attacking those dwarf mortar units!"

"Attention magister troops, be sure to get rid of those tanks as soon as possible! Ranger troops are ready to focus on the enemy musketeers!"

Finally, after the enemy's infantry formation had gone through a round of arrow rain and continued to move forward, and the steam tanks, mortar troops, and musket shooters behind the enemy were pressed up, Garithus gave new orders again.

Now their ground strength on the defensive side, in addition to a large number of infantry, the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the Rangers and Magisters of the High Elves, there are only a small number of artillery and a large number of catapults. The defense is barely enough and counterattack You don't need to think too much about the offense.

If it weren't for their condescending, long-range troops have been without any loss, I'm afraid this place would have long been unable to defend.

boom! boom! boom!

At this time, the mortar units that rushed forward behind the plate-armored infantry in Stormwind finally started the first round of shooting, letting the mortar shells go far beyond two hundred. Above the infantry corps at a distance of meters, it smashed directly towards the Flame Alliance side and exploded fires, causing many unprepared defensive units to be directly blown up or shocked into each line of defense.

"Huh! Pay attention to the limited mistakes, free shooting with a 300-meter coverage, and destroy those bronzebeard dwarves and gnomes!"

Seeing the first round of shelling from the opponent, Lor'themar waved his hand and countless arrows flew out, instantly nailing those dwarves and gnomes with almost no armor to the ground!

However, the enemies who were not hit have reloaded tenaciously, and let the mortars fly up with a clear black smoke tail flame...

At this time, more neat tanks and dwarf shooters rushed over, countless musket explosions and the noisy steam boiler sound of neat tanks, and then various long-range methods of both sides, powerful artillery shells, mortars , Flying magic fireballs, ice bullets, bows and arrows, boulders, burning pottery pots, etc., all started to shoot each other without money!

A battle between the Flame Alliance and the Stormwind Alliance has finally begun...

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In the endless sea, at a distance of nearly a hundred nautical miles from the Maelstrom, in this sea area barely affected by the Maelstrom current, countless tribal warships and troop carriers are waiting here.

These boats are full of expedition warriors from tribes such as orcs, trolls, tauren, forsaken, and boars. They stay on these rough but very strong wooden boats, waiting to go to the Eastern Kingdom.

In fact, in addition to going to Lordaeron to participate in the attack on the Flame Alliance, they must leave a few strongholds in the Eastern Kingdoms and grab a few pieces of land from the Stormwind Alliance, and they also ambush Dailin here by the way. ?Admiral Proudmoore, prevent him from going to the Eastern Kingdom to find trouble with them or others!

"Chief! The shamans have set up the storm zone, and the ceremony is over... If the information that the human woman gave us is correct, as long as the Seventh Fleet really wants to pass through this area, by then, Our powerful storm will surely blow all their fleets into that maelstrom!"

In the largest and most hideous ship with huge beast bones and fangs inlaid on its bow, King Saurfang walked to the side of Thrall and stood opposite the bow. Said the warchief who looked at the sea in the distance.

"Thar..."

"Are you sure, the woman named Jaina, can she really believe it? That Daelin Proudmoore is her biological father, I don't think she would do that! Don't trust those humans too much, they are very Sly!"

"If it were me, as long as it was my father, even if he did the wrong thing, I would use my hands and my battle axe to help him! Not... to betray him!"

King Saurfang obviously didn't trust the woman named Jaina Proudmoore. In fact, he was wary of all human beings and would not trust them unconditionally!

In fact, as an orc, a true orc warrior, Saurfang has only one pursuit in his life, and that is: in a head-on battle with the enemy, gloriously die on the battlefield! Instead of being a humble sneak attack like now, you have to take the intelligence betrayed by a humble woman to deal with her own father!

This kind of shameless behavior will make him feel that his fighter's supreme honor will be greatly contaminated! He was ashamed to be with that kind of woman, it would make him sick!

"Saurfang, my brother... You may have misunderstood Jaina, he is not as bad as you think..."

"But you are right, that Jaina...I chose to trust her! I believe that she did this only for the overall situation of the Horde and Stormwind Alliance, for the world of Azeroth... You should know that once the Illidan conspiracy of the Flame Alliance succeeds, the endless Burning Legion may flood into this world and destroy our new home, Orgrimmar, and everything we have..."

"Therefore, the reason why she did this is also very determined... We must learn to understand her and trust her... instead of groundless guessing and verbal abuse!"

He smiled and patted Saurfang, his most respected tribe, and his most trusted brother on the shoulders, then turned his head again and looked at the sea in the distance.

Now they have come here in advance and have stayed here for almost ten days, and the ritual of the big storm has been completed, just waiting for the arrival of Daelin Proudmoore’s Seventh Fleet, and then they can start a storm and watch each other in the storm. The district struggled and was slowly blown into the maelstrom...

After that, after dealing with the great enemy Dailin who has been hostile to the Horde, they can safely continue sailing and head east, directly landing on the northwest coast of the Tirisfal Glades, one step ahead of the Stormwind Alliance, and directly attacking the emptiness. Lordaeron King City and completely occupy that place!

"..."

And now, everything is ready, just waiting for the Seventh Fleet to enter the urn.

Hope, Dalin won't let them wait too long, right? Calculating the time now, it should be within these two days, the other party will come to this area. If the route map Jaina gave them is correct...

"Warchief! It's not good!!!"

"In the north... we have a large fleet to the north! They... they seem to fly the flag of Lordaeron! It should be Daelin Proudmoore's Seventh Fleet, they, they are sailing towards us with a smooth wind From here!"

At this time, on the mast of the largest and tallest observatory of the tribe, a troll archer with a telescope in his hand and the best eyesight shouted to Thrall underneath in a panic. .

To be honest, he had been observing the sea conditions in the south, hoping to find clues about the enemy! But that thought, when he accidentally turned his head to look north, he was surprised to see rows of white sails? So, after he used that precious precision telescope, what he saw was the blue ld sword flag with white background hanging high on each ship, and he was scared to death!

Those enemies that they had been waiting for, went around behind them, and then they killed them with a smooth sail?

"what!?"

Thrall, who was a little unbelievable, quickly turned and looked at him. At this time, even in the low part of the bow, he could clearly see the ships lined up in battle lines and neatly on the horizon. The Seventh Fleet that rushed towards them along with the wind!

What's more terrible is that the deck muzzle of the opponent's deck has already stretched out a number of dark naval guns!

"Warchief! We really were deceived by that bitch! That **** bitch, shreds, paper mounted! I said, she is absolutely untrustworthy!"

"Look, what should we do now?!"

Of course Saurfang saw the sailing boats too, and then shouted angrily!

They waited here for so many days and prepared for so long. In the end, the prey did not arrive, but a group of hunters with knives, guns and cannons arrived. But their tribe itself became the prey in the trap? This is really outrageous!

"..."

Thrall looked at the missing ships that had exploded in the surrounding area a little at a loss, and then looked at the murderous Seventh Fleet in the distance, riding in the wind, and closed his eyes in pain...

"Chief! It's this time, don't think about anything else, just think of a way to save these warriors of our tribe!"

Seeing that Thrall had closed his eyes in pain and had the urge to hug his head and squat down in pain, Saurfang hurried forward two steps, firmly grasping the opponent's shoulders, shaking them vigorously, trying to make The warchief who didn't fall into the ground was reinvigorated to help them through this difficulty.

When it comes to fighting, he doesn't persuade anyone in Saurfang, but when it comes to using his brain, he obeys Thrall! Even now, when the other party is deceived by a cunning human woman and makes a mistake!

"no solution anymore……"

"Their ship is faster than ours, the firepower is stronger than ours, and the upwind is rushing down the ocean currents and sea breeze. How can we fight with their naval guns by using the axe and those few ballistas with the sword?"

The more I think about it, the more desperate Thrall...

Their fleet was originally just an armed transport team! It was intended to transport troops and materials to fight in the Eastern Kingdoms, not specifically to fight naval battles. What would it take to fight the Seventh Fleet?

"I don't care! You have to think of a way! Even if you rush into the vortex and die with the other party, I don't want to be slaughtered by the enemy like a group of unresistible Kodo beasts!"

An axe hit the wooden board at Thrall's feet, Saurfang's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily at his respected warchief.

He decided that if he could go back to Orgrimmar alive by chance, he must bring a brother to punish Theramore and kill the despicable evil woman!

"Maelstrom..."

"There is a way! Saurfang, are you willing to believe me?"

Thrall, who was about to be completely desperate, suddenly grasped the gleam of vitality from the opponent's angry words.

"Of course, you are our warchief and we will trust you unconditionally!"

Hearing that there was really a way, Saurfang quickly drew his axe, then patted his chest vigorously.

"Then... Order: All ships are full of sails, and we take the Seventh Fleet towards the edge of the Maelstrom towards the storm zone! Let all their ships follow us, except for the ballast materials, other unnecessary I lost it all! Then, the one with the oars also rowed for me. We must increase the speed, the faster the better!"

"Then... until the Seventh Fleet enters the storm zone with us, we will activate the ritual and let the storm swallow the enemy with us! Saurfang, we will use the power of the storm~www.wuxiaspot.com~ from the Maelstrom Go straight out of the most dangerous area!!!"

With red eyes, after looking at the Seventh Fleet approaching to the north, Thrall pointed his finger in the direction of the Maelstrom. They are surviving from the dead, and they must be fast! Once it slows down, it will either be annihilated by the Seventh Fleet or swallowed by the Maelstrom!

"Good idea! Chief, you are optimistic, I will go to send the order!"

Hearing this crazy attention, Saurfang's eyes lit up and hurriedly ran to pass orders. They must run into the storm zone before the Seventh Fleet can push them, and then, as the warchief said, let the storm of destruction give them the strength to advance and get rid of those enemies!

...

"Huh! Isn't it too late to speed up and lose things now?"

"Order: Raise the side sails and tail sails, we will continue to accelerate and catch up, and we must sink them all, leaving none!"

At the rear of the Horde fleet, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore put away his telescope contentedly.

When he saw that those stupid orcs were only now beginning to raise their sails and abandon heavy objects, he laughed out loud with pride. After many years of feud, we can finally get a small revenge today, which is great! Moreover, he also saw the enemy's thinking, nothing more than using the dangerous Maelstrom to force their Seventh Fleet to retreat!

But how would those stupid orcs know that these Kul Tirans who grew up by the sea, love waves!

The mere whirlpool can't scare them!

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