Saurfang grinned maliciously, as if he could already see hundreds of Orcs charging forward, easily tearing three thousand Troggs apart, and then the Centaurs fleeing in disarray amidst the Orcs' taunts.
The Orcs' battle lines were stretched thin, with less than a thousand landing on land and the rest still rowing in the sea. However, due to their berserk nature, the Orcs were prone to accidentally injuring their own kind when enraged, and rarely launched a coordinated Charge.
The hundreds of vanguard Orcs paid no heed to the three thousand Troggs, raised their Battle Axes, and began their Charge.
Experiment 335 perfectly recreated the Volley Fire Tactics, complete with buglers, drummers, elegantly dressed officers, and even a medic. Facing the Orcs Charge, the Troggs neatly raised their muskets, awaiting the officer's orders.
It is clear that Test Subject 335 conducted detailed research on the Charge speed of the Orcs soldiers. At the most appropriate distance, the officer ordered to fire. The Troggs's training was very effective, and they pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.
The first rank of Troggs ran out of bullets and retreated to reload. The second rank immediately moved up. The Dwarves ' muskets reloaded faster than flintlock muskets, and the three-stage firing was enough to ensure the continuity of the attack.
As gunfire rang out, Saurfang was astonished to see the Orcs on the shore fall like harvested wheat. Although most of the bullets did not cause fatal wounds, they were enough to incapacitate most of the Orcs.
Orcs gradually landed and Charge at the Troggs. After thousands of Orcs fell, Saurfang realized the seriousness of the situation. He quickly gathered some of the Orcs and began to flank them from both sides.
The Troggs were well-prepared; they formed a huge square formation and maintained their three-stage firing pattern.
Saurfang couldn't believe his eyes. He saw squads of Orcs falling on the way to their Charge. The coast was full of green-skinned Orcs, some missing limbs, others with gaping holes in their stomachs, all howling in agony.
After more than three thousand Orcs fell, Saurfang finally realized that his opponent was invincible and wisely chose to retreat. The Orcs soldiers had no choice but to row back to the back of the Divine Turtle amidst the roar of cannons, helplessly watching their brethren cry out in agony on the shore.
At this moment, the Centaurs from the rear entered the Battlefield, reaping the lives of wounded Orcs with their swords and spears.
Centaurs are not a merciful race; they cut off the heads of Orcs, skewered them on the tips of their spears, and swaggered towards Varok Saurfang in the distance.
More than three thousand Orcs died in battle, while the Troggs suffered only a dozen or so casualties, most of whom were injured by friendly fire or by firearms exploding. On the contrary, the Centaurs who were reaping the wounded Orcs suffered nearly one hundred casualties. Even when seriously wounded, the brave Orcs still managed to inflict some losses on the Centaurs.
Saurfang frowned as he stood atop the Divine Turtle's head awaiting news. Not long after, the other two 10,000-strong armies also withdrew, suffering setbacks to varying degrees. More than 5,000 Orcs had perished in this battle.
Enraged, Saurfang beheaded several of his Adjutant to appease Thrall, and could only slink away in Liuliu.
After witnessing Test Subject 335's Volley Fire Tactics, Robbie was deeply impressed, admiring his imagination and creativity. However, Robbie was not optimistic about the future of Volley Fire Tactics, knowing that magic existed in Azeroth.
In a world with magic, Volley Fire Tactics are not applicable.
The brave Troggs hindered the Orcs' advance, which in turn slowed the Burning Legion's attack, buying more time for the Scourge. Robbie decided to provide support from the shadows.
Under Robbie's arrangement, two Kul Tiras envoys entered Rag City.
"Lord and Lord Ashvane have arrived," the Troggs servant announced, reporting the visitors' names and identities.
"What, Lord Ashvane?" Test Subject 335 didn't want to see any Kul Tiras envoy and was planning to just give a perfunctory answer, but upon hearing this name, his interest was immediately piqued, and he quickly stood up and said, "Please come in quickly."
Before the guests arrived, Test Subject 335 asked his attendant, "What is Lord Ashvane's background?"
A guard respectfully introduced, "Lord Ashvane is one of Daelin Daelin's most trusted confidants. The Ashvane family has been a long-time ally of the Proudmoore family, and their relationship is very solid."
Soon, Ashvane and his wife arrived before the Emperor.
This is a fat couple from Kul Tiras. They are burly and broad-shouldered. The man has bronze skin and is covered in bulging muscles, while the woman has fair skin, a full figure, and eagle-like eyes.
Lord Ashvane, with his sharply defined features and resolute face, gave a stiff salute. "Your Majesty Emperor Lagrange, I represent Marshal Daelin of Kul Tiras to forge an alliance with Lagrange City against the orcs."
Test Subject 335 stared at Mrs. Ashvane, scrutinized her carefully, then waved his hand and said proudly:
"Rag City needs no allies; these mere Orcs will surely fall under my muskets and cannons."
Lord Ashvane, known for his straightforwardness, declared loudly, "The Orcs are our common enemy. We, the Kul Tiras, can provide a powerful navy and a strong ally, making victory for Rag City much easier."
Test Subject 335 smiled and shook his head, "I don't want to share the spoils of victory with anyone, especially not humans."
Lord Ashvane frowned. He was a general with some Pirate habits, looked down on Troggs, and was no good at negotiation. He was just there to make up the numbers, so he didn't know what to say.
Lady Ashvane, however, stepped forward, her sharp eyes sweeping around the surroundings, and said magnanimously, "The Troggs worked so hard to build such a city; it must have been quite an achievement. It would be a pity if the Orcs destroyed it."
"Madam!" Test Subject 335 was very displeased. "Rag City is impregnable."
Lady Ashvane shook her head, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think so. Katherine has a daughter named Jaina. I've heard she studied magic with High Archmage Antonidas and is most skilled at Mass Teleport. She's also quite good with Troggs's guns. If Orcs teleport in directly, how will you deal with it?"
Test Subject 335 stared Anjing at the ceiling. He had anticipated this situation and was powerless to do anything about it. If Jaina really made a move, he would have no choice but to admit defeat, but he would never surrender.
Even without Jaina's intervention, it wouldn't be difficult for Azeroth to find a mage who could teleport. In a world with magic, Volley Fire Tactics would be countered. Test Subject 335 chuckled nonchalantly, "Orcs don't know magic. Jaina or another mage helps the Orcs, we Troggs can only accept our fate."
Mrs. Ashvane's eyes gleamed. "Perhaps we can help you solve this problem."
Test Subject 335 looked at Ashvane and his wife suspiciously. "Kul Tiras is not Dalaran."
"But we've inflicted heavy losses on the Dragonkin before," Ashvane said proudly. "We can imprison the elemental power in Rag City, making it an Anti-Magic City."
Test Subject 335 suddenly stood up, looked at Lady Ashvane (later Lady Ashvane), and asked abruptly, "If Jaina returns to Kul Tiras, what will you do?"
"Colluding with Orcs is unforgivable! Kill her for treason!" Ashvane replied without hesitation.
"Alright, I agree to the alliance," Test Subject 335 readily agreed.