Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 312: War Never Changes

Every war will have all kinds of strange things happening, whether it is inventions, tactics, or something else.

A country with sufficient strategic depth can rely on its vast land to fight and retreat, giving the rear enough reaction space and growth time to accumulate strength for future counterattacks.

A small country...

Once the capital is used up, the country will be destroyed within a few days.

Quel'Thalas is neither big nor small. In terms of land area, the actual area controlled by it is about the size of Eversong Woods plus half of the later Ghostlands. At best, it is only one-third of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. (In the Ghostlands, another small half is the territory of the trolls, which is the area controlled by the Amani troll clan in Zul'Aman.)

The territory clearly has no depth, and yet it refuses human help while playing the tactic of adding fuel to the fire. Duke has no idea how to complain about this.

Rubbing his brows, Duke whispered, "It would be better if Alleria gave up on this idea..."

After that, Duke conveyed his analysis to Alleria.

Alleria immediately rushed to Kael'thas as if her butt was in a hurry.

"Your Highness! Are you planning to have the army fight the Horde on the grassland?" Alleria was also a knowledgeable person. With so many burly arcane constructs and even larger mountain giants, it would definitely not be a jungle battle.

"What's the problem? General Windrunner." Kael'thas smiled gently.

"Your Highness! We cannot fight the Horde head-on! The High Elves lack sufficient vanguards. Arcane constructs are good, and mountain giants are also powerful. But their numbers are too few. Once the vanguard is defeated, all the mages and rangers in the rear will be chased all over the mountains by the Horde like ducks."

Alleria argued with reason. Having been with Duke for so long, she had heard a lot about the tragic scenes of Stormwind's several battles on the plains in Elwynn Forest last year. Alleria knew how terrifying it was to have an orc army let loose on the plains.

In fact, in places like Southshore and Southshore Coast, it was also because humans used high-intensity fortifications to weaken the orcs' mobility and sharpness to the extreme that they achieved that gorgeous exchange ratio.

Now Kael'thas actually wants to fight the Horde on the plains?

Alleria felt that not only Kael'thas, but the entire high elf upper class was crazy.

"Watch your tone, Sir Ranger General. In the face of a war, your pessimism is the most unacceptable."

Following the direction of the voice, Alleria noticed an unusually burly warrior beside the prince. Most elves are thin and weak in strength and physique. There are always exceptions, such as this one. In the middle of the night, just looking at his figure, he would feel no different from a troll.

Tall, strong, and with bulging muscles, he is full of surging beauty of power.

"You are..." There were no military shoulder straps to be seen, and one could only recognize that he was a baron based on the logo on his breastplate.

"Baron Sanguinar, your Highness's follower."

Oh! He is a die-hard fan of Kael'thas.

Despite staying in Dalaran for many years, Kael'thas still won over a group of loyal followers who were not of high status. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Alleria was annoyed with him: "I am not a pessimist. I am just objectively stating the power comparison between the enemy and us as an elf who has actually fought against the Horde."

"Understand? May I ask how many orcs you mentioned have you killed?" Sagunar raised his nose slightly, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Alleria narrowed her eyes and said, "The kill count certified by the Alliance of Lordaeron is 1,388 orc warriors."

There are so many certified ones, and those who are not certified...

This is an age that worships heroes.

Killing a person is a murderer.

He who kills ten people is called a butcher.

But killing a hundred people can be called a hero.

What's more, the people they killed were the evil orcs and trolls who invaded their hometown?

Sanguinar was finally moved. It was not until this moment that he recalled that the noble and wild female ranger standing in front of him was a very famous hero since the Troll War!

At this time, Kael'thas rescued his men.

He groaned for a moment and said, "I understand your concerns, General. How about this? The plan for the decisive battle remains unchanged, but the location will be set on the plain south of the Eastern Temple. I'll have to trouble the rangers of the Windrunner family to provide cover."

Kael'thas pointed to Windrunner's defense zone, which happened to be the Eastern Temple.

It must be said that after being suppressed by the parliament for so many years, the most important skill Kael'thas learned was compromise. Perhaps this would make him further away from the realm of heroes, but it was undoubtedly in line with the national conditions of the Quel'Thalas high-level officials. A qualified politician who was smooth in dealing with things would undoubtedly have a better life than an upright hero.

The location of the decisive battle was set under the cover of their own defense line. Even if there was a so-called "unexpected event" and the army wanted to retreat, it would be protected by the temple's relatively complete magic defense system.

Alleria shuddered, but she didn't argue any further. Kael'thas had already given in, at least avoiding the worst outcome. And withdrawing the ranger troops, which had suffered the greatest losses since the start of the war, to the second line was a decision that no one could find fault with.

Listening to the lackeys of the princes around her flattering him, saying "Your Highness is wise," Alleria felt as sick as if she had eaten a fly. She saluted and left.

the next day.

Standing on a high hill, looking at the burning woods and elven villages, Orgrim felt a rare sense of satisfaction since the war began. He asked his deputy, "Scouts report that those long-eared men are so stupid as to prepare for a decisive battle with us on the plains?"

Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragon Roar clan, nodded. "Yes, they probably believe that they can destroy us with their damn magic before we defeat their vanguard."

Orgrim sneered, "Well, a great orc warrior should not waste his energy on the enemy's magic. Especially when there is a choice, let Gul'dan's new toy come first."

The Second Battle of the Dark Gate, a completely different Battle of Quel'Thalas, officially began on June 2.

The long sound of the horn that was very characteristic of the high elves sounded

The trumpets of the Horde are often rough and heroic, the trumpets of the Alliance are majestic and heroic, and the elves... the damn trumpet is played like a trumpet, and there are buttons on the trumpet that can produce ups and downs of syllables.

The elven army, which the Sun-Strider royal family had high hopes for, was emerging from a lush green forest. The entire enemy formation appeared before these elves, who had not fought a war for nearly three thousand years.

The elves sneered, the Horde's formation was too disorganized, it was just like a group of beggars gathered together.