"This is the whole plan. We will surely win, take Stratholme in one fell swoop, and make Prince Arthas and Baron Rivendare pay the price. Azeroth will be saved."
Facing the sand-covered Stratholme, Thrall forcefully swung his fist, shattering the exquisite model with a single punch.
Jaina, standing behind her, felt a pang of heartache. Her mages had barely slept a wink while building this model.
Thrall could wait no longer. The Orcs' Tough Jerky was running out, the logistical forces were being harassed by the Undead and were constantly falling behind, the Paladins of the Silver Hand were deserting one after another, and their numbers were dwindling. The situation for the allied forces was deteriorating day by day.
As the Savior, Thrall felt it necessary to personally devise a strategic plan and showcase his talents. With Eitrigg's help, he devised what he considered a perfect siege strategy.
The three allied forces lacked siege equipment; only the Silver Hand had brought a small number of ladders. Thrall's plan was to use the power of the Dragonkin to send the Orcs up the city walls.
Princess Yalishandra of the Red Dragons cleared the way with a deep breath, quickly eliminating the guards on the city wall. Then, the other six Red Dragons each carried twenty Orcs and flew up to the city wall.
If a hundred Orcs Warriors successfully scale the walls, with the Dragonkin providing cover from the side, the defenders of Stratholme will have no chance of recapturing the walls in a short time.
Afterwards, using a few ladders, the follow-up troops successively scaled the city walls and occupied the city gate area. Then Jaina's mage army appeared and used the power of magic to blast open the city gate blocked by the boulders. The city fell, the massacre ensued, and everything ended.
A plan that was simple in the most extreme way, yet highly effective and irresistible; Thrall didn't think he would lose.
Although everyone scoffed at the Orcs' simplistic and brutal plan, no one had any objections. When you have a decisive and overwhelming advantage, you often don't need any tricks or schemes.
Apart from the Red Dragon Princess's protest.
She believed that noble Dragonkin should not carry Orcs, and had a heated argument with Thrall.
Finally, Thrall made a concession and slightly changed his strategy, binding twenty Orcs together like dumplings, and then the Dragonkin grabbed them and threw them onto the city wall, thus upholding the dignity of the Dragonkin.
"The great High Saurfang the Great and that old dog Grom Hellscream will be the first assault team. Uther, your mission is to hold Arthas off. We will surely win." Thrall was full of confidence in the fall of the city.
"This is the Orcs' battle plan."
In Stratholme's strategy meeting room, a sand table model was also placed on the table.
Arthas explained Thrall's plan in detail, almost as if he had attended an Orcs war council.
Thrall's plan is too simplistic, perfectly in line with the Orcs' brutal style. If Robbie had devised it, it would have been far more complicated.
For example, they could harass the enemy for several days and nights before the battle begins, preventing the defending troops from resting and causing them to become exhausted.
Then they feigned an attack on the east gate, followed by a feigned attack on the west gate, gradually wearing down the defenders' patience and morale. Finally, with the help of the Dragonkin, they took Stratholme in one fell swoop.
Thrall's plan, though simple, is not so easy to deal with, one of the important problems being the Dragonkin.
The dragon must be slain.
After detailed verification, "Flore's Dragon-Slaying Compendium" has no problems.
In my hometown, there is a very good way to deal with Dragonkin.
Robbie offered a suggestion with measured intonation.
The battle for Stratholme officially began early the next morning.
Confident Thrall disdained to use underhanded tactics. The Orcs ate breakfast together, the Dragons took to the sky, the knights of the Silver Hand lined up in neat rows, and the Elves began to gather.
Thrall personally led the attack, donning the black armor of Orgrimmar and wielding the Doomhammer.
As the Warchief Horde the Savior of Azeroth, Thrall was entitled to stand on the broad back of the Red Dragon Princess. Even the proud Red Dragon Princess had to yield to the great Savior.
"Attack! Kill them all!"
The Red Dragon Princess's enormous figure soared into the air. Although the dragon's back was stable and safe, Thrall couldn't help but turn pale, feeling nauseous, dizzy, and wanting to vomit.
No one could have imagined that the great Savior Thrall would be afraid of heights.
Thrall clung to the dragon's back, gripping the scales tightly. He felt the Gale whistling past his ears and was too frightened to open his eyes, which earned him bursts of laughter from the Red Dragon princess.
Princess Red Dragon flew to a certain height, looked down at the city wall, and took a deep breath.
The other six Dragons had already captured the Orcs, who were tightly bound together, and were just waiting for the Red Dragon princess to take a deep breath and for Uther to entangle Arthas before sending the Orcs to the city walls.
Just then, thick black smoke suddenly billowed up from all over Stratholme.
Black smoke billowed and quickly enveloped the entire city. Stratholme was shrouded in thick black smoke, making it almost impossible to see anything face-to-face.
Princess Red Dragon was slightly taken aback, but a mocking smile quickly appeared on her lips.
The black smoke could only obscure vision, but it was no match for the Dragonkin's immense power. Of course, for those dragons who had to escort Orcs to the city walls, they had to be extremely careful to prevent sneak attacks from human archers hidden in the black smoke.
The Red Dragon Princess descended slightly; in order for her Dragon's Breath to cover the city walls, she had to dive into the black smoke.
However, the Red Dragon Princess suddenly became alert; she sensed immense danger, for Dragonkin are known for their keen intuition.
The Red Dragon Princess quickly ascended and unleashed her Dragon's Breath above the black smoke.
Because of its high position relative to the city wall, and the fact that the soldiers below were prepared, the Dragon's Breath had a very limited effect.
Hidden in the black mist, Robbie secretly lamented his misfortune. The Deity Descension allowed him to float in the air, but it was far less agile than the flight of Dragonkin. Therefore, he could only rely on a sneak attack to win. The Red Dragon Princess's intuition saved her from certain death.
Princess Red Dragon was too proud to remind her companions, and besides, relying solely on her innate keen intuition, she herself was unlikely to make the right judgment.
At the same time, Uther flew to the city wall, the black smoke unable to block the powerful Holy Light.
"Arthas!"
Uther shouted, a massive holy sword materializing in his hand.
Although Uther failed last time, he made more thorough preparations this time, not only praying for the powerful Holy Light, but also having the knights of the Silver Hand infuse him with the Holy Light.
This time, Uther was full of confidence. Although he might not be able to win, he was more than capable of keeping Arthas occupied.
Arthas, clad in golden armor and wielding the warhammer of the Justice of the Holy Light, his golden hair flowing in the air, appeared before Uther, his azure eyes fixed on Uther.
"Uther, my teacher."
"Arthas, you shouldn't be here. The humans of Lordaeron should all become history, and you are just a monarch on the verge of decay." Uther swung his holy sword, slashing at his former disciple.
Arthas raised the Justice of the Holy Light and confronted Uther.
Something's not right.
Uther clearly sensed that although the power used was similar, Arthas was different this time.
The last "Arthas" had an indomitable and domineering aura, paying little attention to details, overwhelming his opponent with sheer force and brute power. This time, however, Arthas possesses a natural kingly presence, handling every move with exquisite skill.
Could it be...?
Uther had a very bad feeling.
At the same time, the six Dragons, carrying the Orcs bound together, disappeared into the black smoke that obscured the city walls.