Chapter 1681 The Sorrow of the Tribe (1st Update)

In war, intelligence is important, and real-time intelligence is even more important.

Twenty-five years ago, delivering orders relied on running, either by horse or griffin. That backward method of delivering orders on the battlefield has long been swept into the trash by the coalition forces.

After using the magic messaging network, who would want to send a human message without receiving a message for a long time?

After cooperating with the Alliance for so long, the tribal leaders have long been accustomed to using the magic communication network to fight. Of course, in order to prevent being cheated by the Alliance, Thrall secretly asked the magician headed by Anastrian to create a unique magic communication network for the tribe.

When cooperating with an alliance, naturally use the alliance's. After all, with a magic network demigod like Duke here, the communication is fast and good.

In addition to the phone-style magic communication where no one can see the face, Duke also made the league the latest addition to the multi-screen real-time video broadcast. It is said that it was learned from the Pantheon and the Void Battleship of the Burning Legion, but in fact it was all Du's time traveler knowledge.

Whenever a thousand-man coalition fights, at least three sky mages must be sent as battlefield observers. These mages do nothing but control the eyes of the mages, transmit the images they see through the magic network, and finally summarize them to the coalition forces. Headquarters.

The headquarters also has a quite modern atmosphere.

Each small battlefield will be divided into categories, and at least three girls with good eyes will be assigned to serve as inspectors and messengers. Behind these girls are commanders at all levels. In the slope-shaped command post, orders are conveyed directly from the top command to the battlefield commander.

It is precisely because of such a modern command system that everyone learned the shocking fact that the two leaders of the tribe were dead and the other surrendered in the shortest time.

"No -" The one with splitting eyes was Varok Saurfang, who was leading the troops from behind. He witnessed his son's death in the magic mirror with his own eyes.

"Impossible-" The one who was extremely shocked was Thrall who was far away in the main city of Orgrimmar on the continent of Kalimdor. He couldn't accept the fact that the tribe suddenly lost the leader of a major race.

The tribe now has five major races, each of which plays an indispensable role.

The orcs with the largest number are undoubtedly the cornerstone of the tribe. Whether they are warriors or warlocks, the orcs are the most numerous.

The tauren are kind and brave, and are the strongest race for assault. However, the number of tauren is too small to be used as the main battle unit.

The trolls provide the tribe with the best long-range strikes, and the trolls' spear throwing is indispensable.

Although goblins have all their faults, goblins control the tribe's economy and technological development.

The Forgotten... Although Anastrian has never been very respectful to Thrall, the Forgotten gave the fallen Horde soldiers a way to be reborn again. Not only that, almost all the wizards in the tribe are forgotten.

Mages not only provide sharp long-range strikes, these forgotten people transformed from humans and elves, at a time when battlefield communications are becoming more and more important, their importance has long surpassed their profession itself.

Once there is no alliance support and the loss of Anastrian's small imitation version of the magic communication network, the tribe will go back to the extremely primitive situation in the past when the tribe goes to war - relying entirely on shouting to communicate orders.

Thrall stood up suddenly. He didn't even know when the armrest of the chief's throne was broken by him.

Looking at the mysterious slap mark on the Sun King's face in the magic mirror, Thrall certainly knew that Anastrian was definitely not going to surrender, at least not in such a humiliating way. This powerful lich, who once broke free from the shackles of the Lich King, probably had his will destroyed by the Lich King during direct soul contact, and then he knelt down.

The defeat of the two leaders has made Thrall extremely worried.

What's even more painful is yet to come.

On the city wall, the catapult troops that had been deployed before this moment were specifically helping the Forgotten army to bomb the Ghost Tower in the city.

But now...

"Launch!" Standing next to the catapults was none other than Putres, the great apothecary of the Royal Apothecary Society of the New Undercity. He gave the order, and all the catapults suddenly made a crisp sound.

Huge metal barrels were thrown directly into the natural disaster city when the tribal army was at a loss.

"ah!"

"Isn't that our catapult?"

"What the hell! What is this?"

Most of the Forgotten and Orc warriors didn't know that their leader had knelt down. They were just horrified to see what their catapults were throwing at them.

Large metal barrels were blasted into the city, destroying buildings and crushing people to death. It was a small matter.

What's scary is what spreads after those metal barrels burst - clouds of yellow-green unpleasant smoke.

As long as he inhaled a little bit, or even touched it, no matter whether it was a living orc or a forgotten person who should have been dead and unable to breathe, they all screamed and subconsciously grabbed their own throats and fell down.

It twitched for about ten seconds at most, and then stopped moving.

"Traitor--" Thrall's lungs were so angry that even though he was the most well-behaved orc in the world, he couldn't control his emotions at this moment.

It was obvious that this Forgotten One had rebelled, using some new type of plague to shamelessly betray his compatriots and companions.

The coalition command headquarters has long been in chaos.

"What happened? Please report to Disaster City No. 1!"

"No. 2, No. 2! If there is danger, retreat immediately. Just keep the magic in the magic network."

However, once you come, it’s not so easy to leave.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying cold air burst out from Alsace, who killed little Saurfang with one sword. Where there was originally the city wall of the Scourge City, a brand new ice wall immediately rose from the ground, surrounding all the coalition soldiers trying to escape.

I couldn't run away, I couldn't carry it, and I had to be locked up and beaten.

Horde soldiers fell in pieces, and after a while they stood up again as Scourge soldiers. This scene made Thrall go crazy.

Soon, the scene was interrupted.

Now that the Lich King has arrived, that terrifying elemental exclusivity makes it difficult to use any magic.

Looking at the dark row of magic mirrors, Thrall suddenly lost all his strength and sat slumped in the position of the warchief, his eyes becoming distracted.

Tens of thousands of troops were wiped out in an instant. Not to mention the tribes with insufficient strength, even the alliance with a large family and business could not stand it.

Even though there are 2 million new orcs joining the tribe, these people cannot all be soldiers. Excluding the relatively weak laborers, women and children, there are only 500,000 to 600,000 young men capable of fighting. Previously in the Borean Tundra, the Warsong clan was severely punished by Malygos. 100,000 were lost in one winter, and now it was equivalent to annihilating the entire Forsaken race, plus little Saurfang's Blackstone elite. The tribe is already stretched thin.