Chapter 87 The God of Death with Hundred Hands Floods the Seventh Army

That's right, after putting out the flames on their bodies, these rude guys had already stood up, making ugly mocking noises at Duke.

The orc was laughing.

Duke is also laughing, but Duke laughs better and happier.

Lothar suddenly noticed that Duke's eyes were... caring for a fool!

What? Is there any backhand! ?

Lothar was taken aback.

Lothar guessed right. There is really a back hand.

"Did you hear anything?" Bolvar, who had the best ears, was the first to wonder.

The next moment, not only Lothar and Seamus heard it, but the entire remnant of the Griffin Legion heard it.

At this time, Duke Shi Shiran said: "Lothar, you'd better let your men back another fifty yards."

Fifty yards, which is equivalent to retreating into the woods.

From a tactical point of view, retreating into the forest to form an formation is tantamount to no formation.

But thinking of Lothar, whose water level was so low just now, he already understood what Duke had done.

It was the time of the spring flood, when the river should be rising. Normally, the water level could not be so low. Then there is only one explanation. Duke ordered people to build a dam at the Stone Tablet Lake in the upper reaches of the river to store up all the water.

This was done after the entire Stormwind Kingdom army passed through and entered the pass of Red Ridge Mountain.

Reminiscent of Duke secretly using workers from the East Valley Logging Field, Lothar can easily imagine that these workers also helped build the embankment.

fear!

horrible!

Unexpectedly, this mysterious old mage is not only amazing in mana, but also so terrifying in his resourcefulness.

If he wanted to assassinate the defenders of the Stormwind Kingdom, no one would be able to escape.

Lothar exclaimed in his heart that he was lucky and at the same time secretly surprised: "Fortunately, this Your Excellency is not an enemy of the Stormwind Kingdom."

Lothar hurriedly told his men to retreat.

For a well-trained army, this is not a problem.

Ten or so seconds later, the soldiers of the Griffon Legion were secretly relieved to see the orcs who were laughing just now were in distress.

With a deafening rumbling sound that could break the mind of any tribal warrior, it seemed as if an overwhelming raging wave swept down from the upper reaches of the river, mixed with countless debris and human anger, and the raging tide poured down.

Before the tribe entered the world of Azeroth, the Blood Ring clan was the most powerful clan in the tribe, and now the Blood Ring clan is still the first-class clan in the tribe.

Led by the elder Kilrogg* Deadeye, the Bleeding Hollow clan possesses the indomitable wildness necessary for many years of successful campaigns. Such as attacking the city of Shattrath against the Draenei.

According to the original history, according to their invincible performance in the battle, the Blood Hollow clan was given the responsibility of defending the occupied former dwarf territory - the Khaz Modan area, and took on the task of attacking the dwarven lair of Ironforge.

It can be said that these experienced blood ring fighters who are loyal to the largest clan of the tribe - the Blackstone clan are definitely one of the most valuable assets of the tribe.

However, now, this legion, which joined the front line assault later under the order of the great chief black hand, is almost completely wiped out.

The few remaining green flags couldn't even support themselves under the mighty power of nature, and they were completely swallowed by the flood tide mixed with a large number of sharp wooden stakes in the blink of an eye.

Of course, not all the elite of the Blood Ring clan are located here, but losing such a capable vanguard here, it is estimated that Kilrog will be quite heartbroken.

The well-known legions involved in the flood tide lined up from upstream to downstream. Duke roughly counted them, and there were four or five of them.

In addition to Blood Ring, Duke barely recognized the larger clans such as Blackstone, Broken Palm, and Dragonmaw. You know, in the first Dark Portal incident, the entire tribe came out with all the elite. Most of these were elite veterans who had just experienced the war against the Draenei. Any one of these large clans who invested in the Stormwind Kingdom, which had not faced a war for hundreds of years, would be enough to destroy this small human kingdom.

You must know that in the original history, it was not the Stormwind Kingdom that finally defeated the tribe, but seven human kingdoms plus the help of dwarves and some elves to defeat the tribe.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Duke didn't think that his efforts in the Stormwind Kingdom alone could completely resist the Horde's offensive.

What Duke can do is to bleed the tribe, and let the tribe shed as much blood as possible before the decisive battle.

Today is the first step!

In the original history, these vanguards who invaded Azeroth would all die, but today, Duke fulfilled their fate in another way.

Countless orcs wailed and yelled, trying to get out of this death trap before Hong Feng arrived. It's a pity that they are not Naga, nor are they murlocs. The orcs who walked swiftly on the mountain became extremely clumsy in the water and were quickly swept by the flood.

Floods are not particularly deadly to strong orcs, but the pointed stakes mixed with them are quite deadly. The orcs were all huddled in the water just now because they were avoiding the fire, and as a result, a wooden stake can often hit several orcs like a skewer.

In the blink of an eye, the orc army, which was still extremely strong just now, became in disarray.

Not to mention, Lothar saw that along the flood, there were many large ships going down the upper reaches of the river. The human sailors on the boats were beating drums and throwing javelins to make up for those orcs who escaped by chance. last note.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lothar had lost his ability to speak.

At this time, Duke turned around: "Go, the Griffon Legion needs the head of the enemy to sacrifice to their robes."

Seeing these orcs who were aggressive before all turned into lagging dogs, Lothar was a little bit frustrated. This was not the opponent he wanted.

Bovar stepped forward and patted Lothar's shoulder armor with one hand: "We all know how powerful these green skins are. Elwynn Forest can't be defended, and nobles who have lost their territories need a vent. I don't want lions The Eagle Legion became the target of this vent."

Lothar shuddered and suddenly came to his senses.

Yes, he is indeed an excellent general. But he is definitely not a good politician.

Tactically, the soldiers of the Griffon Legion have done their best. so what? The pass of Red Ridge Mountain fell, and in the forest terrain that required the most individual combat power, the soldiers of Stormwind City could not be the opponents of the orcs. Then the nobles who lost their territories would naturally choose to vent their anger.

Obviously, the 'poor fighting' Griffin Legion is the best scapegoat.

Lothar really couldn't bear to see them being criticized by the nobles after making such a huge sacrifice! Even the pension will be deducted!

Fortunately, if enough orc heads can be brought back, it will become the best proof of the bravery of the Griffin Legion!

Lothar swung his sword suddenly: "Griffin Legion, go forward! Kill those green-skinned beasts that came ashore!"