Chapter 428 How to Withdraw

It took the main force of the tribe two days to cross the snow-covered mountains and descend westward to the hills. So far, the orcs have not seen a single human. Some fighters even muttered about their lost chance to kill. But the conquerors of the kingdom of Alterac catching up from behind stimulated their nerves.

Their warchief assured them that the opportunity would be forthcoming.

Yes, they have a chance.

After the news of Alterac's destruction came out three days ago, fierce quarrels broke out in Lordaeron and even the entire alliance.

In the Lordaeron Front command camp between Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades.

A general of noble origin roared like crazy: "The boy sitting in the position of deputy commander is an idiot. Give him an army of 50,000, but he still lets the tribe touch us!"

Mograine, who knew Duke best, mocked that guy with contemptuous clarity: "If you lead the team, you will only give 50,000 battle exploits to the savage green monster you call."

"Back! Fail! Lose the capital! This is already the second time in the alliance to lose the capital!? Who is next? Is it Lordaeron? Is it Ironforge or Stromgarde? Are we falling faster than anyone else? No, we must hold the initiative in the hands of the people of Lordaeron. Your Majesty Menethil, you should use your influence to take back the positions of the Alliance Commander and Deputy Commander!" Another duke jumped out and slapped hard The table attracted everyone's attention, and his proposal was immediately echoed by many nobles.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He slapped the table, and Mograine also hammered the table. As a rare high-ranking lord among nobles with explosive force value, Mograine is definitely not inferior to anyone in terms of making noise.

"Watch your mouth! Duke Santos! Changing commanders just before the battle will only create more chaos!" On Mograine's exposed muscles, beard-like blood vessels were swollen: "The two commanders you mentioned are already dead. Pretty enough, we've killed half a million orcs under their leadership. The only reason it's like this is because there are too many goddamn greenskins."

The guy named Santos still didn't want to die: "If His Majesty Menethil leads, we can kill 1 million orcs!"

Admittedly, this is a very skillful ass.

At any other point in time, King Terenas would have accepted with a chuckle. It is a pity that this is the time when the allies are most needed. The King of Lordaeron, sitting on the highest position, said calmly: "If I were the commander in chief, there would be no alliance."

The guys below immediately shut up.

The gray-haired King Terenas rubbed his temples, then turned to look at his most capable commander, High Lord Mograine.

"What is your opinion? My Mograine."

"We can only withdraw. The best soldiers in Lordaeron City have been transferred here by us. The remaining city guards cannot deal with the core elite of the tribe... If the combat power of this group of tribes is really as described by Deputy Commander Marcus Such a terrible thing..."

Several nobles suddenly frowned like cats whose tails were stepped on, but Terenas raised his hand and made a gesture of silence, and those guys could only hold back.

Terenas added, "Even at the cost of the entire Tirisfal Glades?"

Ignoring the murderous gazes of the upper nobles who were entrusted in the Tirisfal Forest, Mograine gritted his teeth: "We don't have enough troops to maintain a two-front battle, so my answer is: 'Yes! I Your Majesty. Lordaeron cannot be lost.'”

Everyone knows the truth, but spreading it on individuals is another matter. Everyone knows that the tribe is a swarm of locusts, and they consume all the resources wherever they go. They are nomadic tribes at heart, so they have no concept of sustainable development.

All the beasts in the woods were hunted down, the trees were cut down, and when it was absolutely necessary, the hard workers were asked to feed the livestock with plants at will. For example, the pigs captured from humans were very appetizing to the orcs.

After fighting in the Silver Pine Forest for so long, it almost completely destroyed the forest. Even though it was summer, it was difficult to find a tree with green leaves. Once the defenses fall back, Silverpine Forest is the template for the future of Tirisfal Glades.

Now seeing those lords of the Tirisfal Forest with bitter faces, the lords of the Silverpine Forest, who had been struggling for a long time, suddenly felt gloating.

However, retreating to Lordaeron City is also a painful option. After being surrounded by tribes and things, it is conceivable that Lordaeron City will cut off all ties with its own territory. If you want to get supplies, you can only rely on Lake Lordamere.

To the east of the lake are mountains, to the west is the smashed silver pine forest, and to the south is Dalaran, which has never been famous for its grain production. What is particularly ironic is that the refugees from the Stormwind Kingdom who were sheltered in Hillsbrad as refugees at the beginning, the grain-producing areas they controlled became the food pillar of the alliance a year later.

"Okay, the next topic, since the retreat is confirmed, how to withdraw?"

The tribe in Silverpine Forest obviously received the news, and in the past two days, tentative attacks have become more frequent.

"Evacuate the position casually, once we are overtaken by the tribe, we will all be wiped out." Mograine solemnly warned: "In principle, we must leave our troops behind."

After hearing the news, many lords twitched their facial muscles and lowered their heads. Some lords even retreated back in small steps quietly, for fear that their king would take a fancy to them.

Terenas had a bad complexion, he raised his hand, and an attendant immediately handed Mograine a note.

"I'm not very proficient in military affairs. This is an idea given by Duke with a magical message. What do you think?"

When Mograine saw it, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said excitedly, "He is indeed a military genius!"

Grom Hellscream has personally led an attack on the northern line of defense in Silverpine Forest. As a pure warrior, he doesn't know much about strategy. Since Orgrim sent a letter asking him to lead the army to bite the troops in the north, he continued to send small-scale troops to attack.

The performance of human beings when they have a solid position is more than one level worse than the performance in the field. If these guys are allowed to return to Lordaeron City, it will definitely increase the difficulty of the attack by several levels.

In the past few days, continuous drumbeats have always sounded from the northern positions, as if to tell the tribe, "We are on guard." This is also true in fact. Once the tribe's troops approached, the drums would become denser. According to the scale of the tribe's attack, more human troops would pour out of the camp.

Those annoying paladins just disappeared for two days, then came back. The Silver Knights even personally killed a small group of troops.

This situation lasted for three days, and then Grom suddenly realized something was wrong!

"Not good! Humans are going to escape!"