Chapter 12 11. Battle of the Hills: Assault

In the autumn of the fifth year of the Dark Portal, this night is destined to change the fate of many people.

Not only Tyrion or Zul'jin, but also many other people will be involved, just like the wings of a butterfly just starting to flap. No one knows how big a storm will be in the future.

And when Zul'jin and Tyrion were playing the game of chasing and killing, a raid that did not exist in history also slowly kicked off in the night rain.

It has been 4 years since the orcs entered this world from the Dark Portal. Their world has already died. Entering this world called Azeroth is also regarded as a struggle to survive. As the saying goes, survival is the most important thing. wonderful fight...

They captured the Stormwind Kingdom in the southern part of the mainland, killed the king of the kingdom, Ryan, and forced the young prince Varian, his ministers and the people to flee north in a hurry. Now, their iron hooves have broken through the dwarf kingdom of Khaz Modan in the middle of the mainland. , is advancing towards the country of northern Xinjiang, and a big battle is imminent.

As the most trusted warlord of Horde Chief Orgrim Doomhammer, Varok Saurfang received a special order not long ago. He was ordered to lead an elite force through the blockade of the human kingdom and go to In the hinterland of the Kingdom of Alterac, in a prisoner-of-war camp in the Hillsbrad Hills, Zul'jin, the patriarch of the imprisoned Amani troll clan was rescued.

The chief hopes to get the assistance of the native Amani trolls in the northern border, so as to obtain a new source of troops, and destroy the last line of defense of the united human kingdom in one fell swoop. This is not so much a risky mission as it is a diplomatic one. The mission, at least in Saurfang's view, was a diplomacy where rescue was greater than threat.

When the orcs took advantage of the night rain to attack the high elf camp, Safarur didn't feel too much threat...

"This is the hinterland of the human kingdom, we can't waste too much time here!"

The orc warlord put his battle ax in his hand. He leaned on the branch and took the roasted horse meat from his subordinate. It was taken from the Quel'dorei horse that died on the battlefield just now. Saurfang bit it After taking a bite of the horse meat, he looked at all the noises around him covered by the raindrops, and said to the deputy beside him:

"After eating, you take our soldiers and go first. Those rangers will definitely contact reinforcements after they escape. You have to find a way for us!"

"Okay, I know."

The deputy of the warlord nodded, swallowed the horse meat in his hand, then sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the whetstone, and began to sharpen his red saber.

On this orc's arm, there is a triangular symbol of the Furnace Mountain, which represents his clan, Blackrock.

Saurfang also had the clan logo on his arm, which was a spear under the light of thunder. This brave and shrewd warlord came from the Thunder King clan.

The two sat by the weak bonfire, waiting for Zul'jin's revenge to end. Orcs are not emotionless war weapons. They also have their own culture and civilization. When Saurfang rested with his eyes closed, the polished weapon The orc suddenly said:

"Overseer, why do you think the warchief let go of Gul'dan's scheming bastard? And let him resume his high position?"

Saurfang's eyes snapped open at this question, and he turned to look at the young and brave orc. After a moment of silence, he said softly:

"Red, you're resenting the warchief, aren't you? Because he killed your father?"

"No"

The orc Red turned his head and continued to polish his weapon beside the flames. After a while, he said in a deep voice:

"Father died in a duel with the great chieftain, the holy Mak'gora. He died like a real orc chieftain. I don't have any grudges. If I have to say hatred, it can only be Gul'dan and His Shadow Council... I saw firsthand how my father was fooled by them, watched them spread darkness, and finally led the Horde to defeat..."

"I'd love to break his neck, now!"

This answer did not let Saurfang breathe a sigh of relief. As one of the few warlords among the orcs who was willing to use his brain, Saurfang could discern a trace of resentment in Red's tone.

And he is also very clear about the special position of the young man in front of him in today's tribe. He is the eldest son of the previous great chief, Blackhand. With a high reputation, it is basically certain that he will inherit the position of Chief Blackstone in the future.

The Blackstone tribe is a part of the current orc tribe with extremely strong power. At this critical point of the decisive battle, there must be no signs of rebellion.

Therefore, Saurfang thought for a while, and replied in a low voice:

"Don't worry, Red, the war chief has said more than once that there is no place for Gul'dan and his sneaky Shadow Council in his tribe, and now he is in charge of the Raiding Clan, just to let him fight for us The caster of the kingdom, work hard for us to seize the right to live in this world, and wait until everything is over..."

Saurfang reached out and patted Red on the shoulder:

"I swear by my clan, I will hand over the power to execute him to you!"

"good!"

Red simply spat out an answer, which made Saurfang's eyes shine. As a confidant who is absolutely loyal to the great chief Orgrim, Saurfang does not want to see the tribe split because of this. He thinks he should find someone Time to enlighten the young man Reid.

And just when Red Blackhand left with a group of orcs, in the dark night not far from the orc camp, a huge army of more than 300 people was advancing rapidly.

The leader is the King of Kul Tiras, Dailin Proudmoore, who has just recovered after treatment and is already wearing a battle armor. Behind him are humans and elves. An army got up, they came from Nanhai Town.

Kassel Bright Wing who was rushing to ask for help was also among them, but his footsteps were far from that fast. In fact, 20 minutes after he climbed out of the orc's warning circle along the river, he encountered someone from South Sea Town The army that came to support.

Lor'themar Theron's foresight of the danger was very accurate, and King Daelin was unwilling to turn a blind eye to the danger that the savior might encounter. Therefore, as king, he integrated the army of South Sea Town and rushed to the town as quickly as possible. To the POW camp near Dunholde Castle.

After seeing the elven prisoner-of-war camp destroyed by the orcs, the human soldiers who had some complaints about this attack with an unclear target also cheered up and planned to destroy Dai Lin, who had infiltrated the orc army in one fell swoop. He also sent messengers to the nearby towns Tarren Mill and Dunholde Castle, asking them to send troops immediately to besiege the orcs with him!

"Right ahead! Zul'jin and Captain Tyrion, and those damn orcs are there!"

Kassel rode on the horse of the human cavalry, guiding the way for the army. When he was approaching the faint bonfire that was faintly visible in the night rain in the distance, Dai Lin gave the order to prepare for a surprise attack, while Lor'themar Theron walked to Kara Beside Searle, whispered something to him, and then disappeared into the night alone.

Lor'themar can't believe Tyrion died just like that...he's going to find out for himself!

Nearly 10 minutes later, Saurfang, the warlord who closed his eyes and meditated, suddenly opened his eyes. Not only him, but all the orc veterans around him also grabbed their weapons in their hands. Saurfang stood up and looked up. Looking at the distant night, at an extremely dangerous distance, the earth shook and torches danced in the air.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Saurfang's deep voice resounded through the night sky. He lifted the double-edged ax in his hand and roared loudly:

"Scatter! Spread! Dodge the charge of those human knights!"

And the human knights who had picked up their speed galloped wildly on the flat ground of the Hillsbrad hills, and the unhurried night rain had not yet made the ground soft and muddy. here.

Led by King Dailin, who took the lead, they quickly entered the final sprint stage. Iron lances stood in front, and among armored war horses galloping, a torrent of steel formed impressively. Under its ravages, The night ground trembles.

"The greenskins slaughtered our people in the south and destroyed a noble kingdom!"

"Now, they dare to stretch their disgusting claws into our territory!!"

"Warriors! Charge! Send these bastards to hell!!"

Dai Lin's battle roar resounded in the dark night, and the cheers of the knights caused the orcs and trolls to fall into a panic. After witnessing the tragedy of their compatriots being slaughtered with their own eyes, the high elf rangers were filled with anger , Before the arrival of the knight's charge, the revenge arrows of the elves had already woven into a large net exuding the breath of death in the darkness.

Represents the first wave of offensive in the night raid.

Orcs are generally more than 2 meters tall, with muscles all over their bodies and great strength. One orc infantry can face 3-5 human infantry head-on. Xerath was not without resistance, the charge of the human heavy armored cavalry, they were still unable to resist with their flesh and blood.

In fact, before the Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed, it was the fearless charge of the cavalry and the suicide magic attacks of the mages, which bought precious time for the people to evacuate.

Under Saurfang's scolding, the veterans of this orc army had already retreated away from the direction of the cavalry's charge, but unfortunately, the Amani trolls who stayed with them had been dealing with high elves all year round. The human cavalry knew too little, and these trolls ran away in a panic, not only did not buy time for the orcs, but made the evacuation of the orcs even more difficult.

"Crush them! Kill every greenskin!"

Dai Lin brandished a two-handed epee, and was the first to rush into the battlefield under the escort of four Kul Tiras Grand Knights. The three trolls brandished their weapons and tried to resist the armored horse whose speed had reached its limit, but the next moment , Their bodies flew out like broken rag dolls. Dai Lin's horse didn't stop for even a second, and rushed into the orc army behind.

The human king swung the epee, and with the force of the impact, easily chopped off the heads of the two orcs. Amidst the blood splattering, Dai Lin let out the most hearty roar.

"That's it! Charge! Charge! Charge again!"

"Human warriors! Kill these bastards!"

"call"

At the moment when Dai Lin took the lead to penetrate the orc army in the darkness, the throwing ax in the darkness roared and smashed towards Dai Lin's body, but Dai Lin dodged it.

"Ahh! Human!"

A roar came from his side, along with the sound of sharp blades piercing the wind.

Foretelling the danger, Dai Lin jumped off the horse without even thinking about it, rolled twice on the ground, and then saw the horse whose neck had been cut off by the battle ax fall powerlessly to the ground, and In the dark night opposite him, beside the corpse of the war horse, an orc in armor and holding a tomahawk was rushing towards him with a roar.

"I know you! Dai Lin! Today, you will become the second human king to die at the hands of the tribe!!!"

Faced with this kind of provocation, Dai Lin stretched out his hand and threw the cloak behind him aside, grabbed the epee with both hands, and rushed forward without fear. He was more like a fighter than a king:

"My head is here, come and get it! Green-skinned bastard!"