On the airship, Vol'jin, pale-faced, murmured, "I'm ashamed. The Troggs didn't even give it their all when fighting us Orcs."
Garrosh sneered, "How interesting. It's surprising that Troggs could have such a talent for warfare. It's a pity that victory in war never depends solely on the outcome on the Battlefield; more importantly, it depends on diplomacy and the will of the people."
Vol'jin sighed and nodded. "What a pity. Emperor Lagrange could have changed history, but now he's become the enemy of Azeroth. The Troggs are doomed to failure."
Test Subject 335 never considered himself a military genius; he only understood some basic principles of troop deployment.
For example: it is essential to keep a reserve team.
Soldiers need flank cover to feel safe.
There must be unified command; even haphazard command is better than chaotic fighting without any command.
Azeroth is a world with magic, and all the intelligent people have gone to study magic, resulting in a severe lag in military strategy. Moreover, they are accustomed to deciding the outcome of wars with magic.
Without the support of magic, they have no idea how to win.
If Fandral Staghelm Fandral Staghelm were here, they would know from the Troggs's formation that victory would be difficult, and they would certainly retreat.
Unfortunately, the young Valstann Fandral Staghelm was inexperienced and never took the mere Troggs seriously.
Only after the war drums sounded from the other two directions did the Night Elves emerge from the dense forest and form their battle lines.
The Night Elves ' formation was simple; they arranged themselves into several square formations, surrounding their precious Druid troops in the center and protecting them firmly.
The Night Elf Warriors carry exquisite longbows and sharp short swords at their waists; whether in ranged combat or melee, they are the finest Warriors in Azeroth.
There were no forwards, no wing screeners, and no reserves.
Ten thousand Night Elf Warriors launched their attack. Their pace was slow, only slightly faster than walking, but their steps were extremely precise and their formation was perfectly orderly. Clearly, the Night Elves were well-trained.
The great formation of 20,000 Troggs was completely silent. As a burst of fire rose from the central army formation, the vanguard of 5,000 soldiers received orders, picked up their Dwarf muskets, and advanced in neat ranks at foot pace, gradually approaching the Night Elf army.
Garrosh and Vol'jin noticed that the group of Troggs soldiers were all carrying long, bulging sacks, the contents of which were unknown.
As the two sides drew closer, the Druids in the Night Elf formation began chanting. Bright white orbs of light flew into the air, exploded, and transformed into thin light shields that enveloped the entire Night Elf formation of ten thousand, temporarily blocking the Anti-Magic Array of Rag City. The dim Elf longbows regained their brilliance.
At the same time, strange chanting sounds also rang out from the battle formation of five thousand Troggs.
Garrosh and Vol'jin both looked puzzled. Were the Troggs going to use magic now?
With the enchantment enhanced, the Troggs had entered the longbow's range. The Night Elves stopped abruptly, nocked their arrows, and aimed them upwards at a 45-degree angle.
Suddenly, a large cloud of smoke appeared on the opposite Troggs, and the formation of 5,000 people disappeared into the smoke.
Is it a smoke bomb?
Valstann's Fandral Staghelm waved dismissively, unconcerned, but this did not hinder the Night Elves ' volley.
As long as the arrows are fired within the area shrouded in smoke, that will suffice. With a command from Valstann, the Night Elves unleashed a barrage of arrows towards the Troggs's position.
After three consecutive volleys, the Valstann Night Elf ceased firing, knowing full well the importance of conserving his strength.
Strangely, the five thousand Troggs shrouded in smoke remained completely still, as if they had all died.
Not long after, the smoke gradually dissipated, and there was not a single Troggs on the ground, only countless arrows, like a dry reed bed in autumn, as if mocking Valstann's incompetence.
The Troggs have disappeared?
Valstann was stunned. The first thing that came to his mind was various teleportation spells, but the Rag City had Anti-Magic Array, so even Troggs could not use magic.
Garrosh and Vol'jin exchanged bewildered glances, wondering how the Troggs had disappeared.
Valstann made the mistake of underestimating his enemy, forgetting to give orders while thinking, and the ten thousand Night Elf soldiers stood there, at a loss.
Suddenly, smoke appeared on three sides of the Night Elf, less than a hundred meters away.
The moment the smoke rose, countless gunshots rang out. In just one volley, thousands of Night Elves fell to the ground, their breaths gone forever, while many more Warriors were wounded and cried out in agony.
The Night Elf soldiers retaliated hastily. Unable to see their target in the smoke, they fired wildly with their bows, and the screams of the Troggs echoed continuously from within the smoke.
As the smoke cleared, only the corpses of several hundred Troggs Warriors could be seen. Keen-eyed Night Elf soldiers noticed that the ground where the Troggs corpses had fallen showed signs of disturbance.
"It's a tunnel! A tunnel of Troggs!" a soldier shouted.
Upon hearing this, Valstann suddenly realized the secret behind the disappearance of the Troggs.
Troggs were most skilled at digging tunnels, which was their means of survival. The tunnels they dug were narrow and small, only large enough for Troggs to pass through, but they were also extremely complex.
Valstann finally understood that this was a meticulously planned war, with countless tunnels dug beneath the Battlefield by the Troggs.
The Troggs remembered the location of the tunnel exit. In addition to smoke bombs, the long bags they carried also contained digging tools such as shovels. All they had to do was dig a tunnel to the exit, crawl in, and then seal the exit with soil to solve the mystery of their disappearance.
Afterwards, the Troggs reached the vicinity of the Night Elves ' great formation through a network of tunnels, suddenly dug an exit, first using smoke bombs for cover, and then emerged to launch an attack.
After a volley of fire, the Troggs immediately burrowed into their tunnels to escape; only a few who couldn't escape in time were hit by arrows and died.
This ingenious tunneling tactic is something that no one in Azeroth's races, except for the Troggs, could accomplish.
Valstann hurriedly directed the treatment of the wounded, while all the Night Elves stared wide-eyed, carefully observing their surroundings, fearing that another group of Troggs might emerge. Strangely, no further movement was heard.
The distant Troggs was completely Anjing. After a long while, a voice came from the high command platform. It was probably amplified or something similar, and the voice was extremely loud:
"Please return, my brothers and sisters of the Night Elf race. We Troggs have no intention of being your enemies."
Conquering cities is inferior; winning hearts and minds is superior.
This is another lesson learned from Test Subject 335.
Valstann was seething with hatred. How could those filthy, lowly Troggs be worthy of calling the noble Night Elves brothers and sisters?
However, the Night Elves were severely damaged at this moment, with thousands of wounded needing medical attention.
With no other option, Valstann had to retreat, Night Elf race Liuliu back to their camp in the dense forest. However, the Tauren's attack from the west never ceased.
After more than 30,000 Tauren fell, the gunfire from the Troggs finally became sparse. After running out of ammunition, they, like the Troggs to the north, burrowed into tunnels.
Son of the Earth Lie'en Bloodhoof, wore a proud and triumphant expression. He was the only one who persevered to the end and successfully repelled the enemy, winning unparalleled glory for the Tauren.