War Front
"Mor?" Zul'ra looked at the guard of about a hundred Trolls. Among them were hunchbacked Ice Trolls with white and blue skin, and tall, blue-green Forest Trolls. The one who called him was Amani'lai, an acquaintance—the nephew of the Witch Doctor Mordu. However, this fellow was now wearing armor and wielding a double-edged short sword.
"Yes, Zul'ra Jin, what brings you here?" Mor bowed quickly upon seeing that Zul'ra recognized him.
"I came here with Jaina to check on the battle. Do you know where the Warchief is?" Zul'ra asked, seeing someone she knew.
"I don't know. I'm on my way to my shift. The Warchief is also fighting on the front lines, but I don't know which area he's in." Mor shook his head and gestured behind him to Zul'ra. Because of the intensity of the battle, the Warrior needed to take turns guarding the positions.
"Alright, I'll go with you." Zul'ra nodded slightly upon seeing the Warrior behind Mor, making her decision instantly.
"Really? This isn't quite right!" Mor was a little unaccustomed to Zul'ra's sudden arrival.
"It's alright, I'll go first. Jaina, if you're not coming, we'll meet here later." Zul'ra asked Jaina, and after she shook her head, she set off with Mor and the others.
"Hurry up, jog! You're soldiers, Horde soldiers, fighting alongside the Alliance. If you're all so lazy, people will think our Horde is full of lazybones. Run!" Zul'ra roared, urging Mor's guards to run and quickly reach the battle zone where they were to be relieved of their duties.
The battlefield stretched for a long distance. The area where Mor and the others were on duty was an open road. Human militia had built sections of broken wall fortifications with stones. Behind the walls, there was a trench in the distance. They relied on these layered fortifications to keep all kinds of demons at bay.
Mor's party entered a section of the wide road where, in addition to the Horde Warrior, there were also some Kaldorei and humans who used bows and muskets, as well as some Priest, mages, and Goblins demolitionists who provided support and healing, and were commanded by an Orcs Shaman.
"You're here! That's great! Come and help hold off these dogs!" The Orcs Shaman as he watched the approaching Mor's Guard. Outside, they were facing a pack of Felhounds.
Faced with Orcs Shaman's roar, Mor wanted to speak, but Zul'ra held him down with his hand. Zul'ra put down the spear he was carrying on his shoulder, and then silently followed into the battle. He swung his spear and cut Felhounds that had stepped on its companion and pounced on the wall in two, and then looked around to observe the entire battlefield.
Outside the Allied fortifications lurked a large number of Felhounds. These creatures were extremely disgusting, resembling skinned dogs with no lips on their faces. The upper half of their faces was made of grayish-white exoskeleton, without eyes or nose, and had a pair of grayish-white horns. A pair of trumpet-shaped tentacles stood on their towering necks.
Although they resembled wild beasts, the Felhounds were extremely orderly. Standing on the city wall in a dense mass, they would occasionally step on their companions to pounce on the fortifications, but at the slightest disturbance, they would immediately scatter.
As Mor's troops entered the fray, some exhausted Warrior began to orderly withdraw from the ranks and go to the rear to rest. The archers and musketeers rested behind the fortifications. Currently, only the Trolls Warrior and commanders were fighting, while the Goblins looked around.
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"Mon, did you bring any grenades? Quickly, bring a bunch, we need to clean these guys up." A Jungle Trolls Warrior called out as Mor's team entered the fray.
"Yes, yes, we brought them." Mor nodded quickly to the man who was calling out to him. He and his companions each carried three hand grenades.
"Come on, get ready, get ready, thirty here first." Amid the cheers of the Jungle Trolls Warrior, several Trolls gathered together. Zul'ra curiously approached and saw thirty Trolls holding grenades ready. Then, the Jungle Trolls took out a blue crystal from his pocket, shouted "Ready!" and threw it out of the fortification.
Faced with the blue crystal that was thrown at them, the Felhounds that had been huddled together on the outside suddenly became agitated. They were all attracted by the crystal and eagerly rushed to its vicinity, forming a dense mass in the blink of an eye.
While the Felhounds outside were drawn to the blue crystal, the thirty Trolls who had been prepared unscrewed their caps, pulled the pins on their wooden-handled grenades, and transformed into catapults, raining grenades down on the horde of hellhounds.
Amidst the flames of the explosion, the demonic iron balls flew in all directions, and the Felhounds collapsed, whimpering. Zul'ra understood that the blue crystals that were thrown out contained Arcane energy. Although the Felhounds were orderly, they were essentially still beasts; only magical energy could attract them.
The tactical coordination was excellent. Zul'ra watched the well-planned battle and couldn't help but nod in approval. However, she also wanted to complain a bit. Since they knew how to use crystals to attract Felhounds, why not make a cluster bomb as a lure? Why throw the crystals first and then the grenades? Aren't they afraid of throwing good money after bad?
Zul'ra used his limited military knowledge to criticize, but he didn't have time to offer advice, because as the grenade exploded, the Trolls behind the fortifications had already rushed out. Although the grenade had splash damage, demons were extraordinary creatures, and if they weren't fatally injured, they would regenerate. Therefore, they needed to take advantage of the explosion to finish off the remaining demons.
Zul'ra disguised himself as an ordinary soldier and mingled in the crowd. He stepped forward and used his Snake Spear to cut the moving Felhounds in two. As for finishing them off, he let those with the better weapons do it!
After a round of finishing blows, fifty or sixty Trolls had wiped out at least two or three hundred Felhounds, creating a vacuum in the area in front of the fortifications. On the way back to the fortifications with the soldiers, Zul'ra asked Mor, who was traveling with her, if there had been any intense moments in the fighting here.
Intense battles are inevitable. Currently, this fortification is only facing Felhounds, but if Doomguards, Felguards, Destroyers, or even a barrage of Infernals from the sky arrive, then the battle will become truly fierce.
Felhounds and Imps are cannon fodder used by the Legion to wear down the Allied Forces. That's why Zul'ra saw the archers and musketeers resting when she entered the fray. They were responsible for blocking the main force of the demons at specific times. If Fel Cannons or Fel Reavers came, they could only tighten their grip on the entire front, set up an ambush with explosives, and then charge up for a counterattack.
In addition to direct combat, the Legion also engages in sabotage behind enemy lines. For example, Dreadlords or Succubi can transform into wounded and infiltrate the rear. However, the Argent Dawn Priest are currently on patrol and haven't caused any major trouble.