Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 214: Black Blood

On November 18, the famous Battle of Southshore, officially known as the Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills, broke out.

Unlike previous battles between humans and orcs, where all field battles were lost and every large-scale defensive battle was a passive defense, this time they successfully lured the opponent into a trap. Entering this carefully selected battlefield in Southshore, every Alliance general felt extraordinary excitement.

The intelligence has come back.

The Horde army has assembled on board the ship, and according to the course, their target is Southshore.

This cannot be deceived.

It is impossible for Duke's Nagas to guard the hundreds of kilometers long wetlands across the coastline without any loopholes. This is something that cannot be guarded by any means in this era.

This is not the case with a large army marching.

It was impossible to hide it from anyone. When a large number of ships were pushed into the sea from the beach, the Alliance generals knew that the war was coming.

In one day, the orcs will arrive!

Duke slapped the huge map in the headquarters and said loudly:

"The name of this operation is Black Blood, reffering to the Orcs!"

Orc Blood? A simple and straightforward name.

The proud soldiers and generals from the seven kingdoms all fell into muttering to themselves as if possessed.

Soon, an indescribable feeling of horror spread throughout the body, shaking the deepest part of the spirit, resonating with the armor on their bodies and the long swords in the scabbards at their waists.

These battle-hardened warriors all had a strange feeling, and a magnificent illusion seemed to appear before their eyes - countless green-skinned corpses were lying in a mess on the battlefield burned by flames. Each corpse was so hideous and cruel, but their unwilling souls could only continue to vent their anger by roaring in the desperate hell.

When Duke uttered the name of the operation "Black Blood", the generals could no longer think of any other name that would be more suitable for this operation.

Even if this is not the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde, it is still a very exciting thing to drain the enemy's blood.

No! They even felt that the success of the operation was inevitable due to the creation of this name.

Of course, this is just a momentary illusion.

Not to mention the Stormwind Kingdom's troops who had experienced the Battle of Stormwind City, just from seeing with their own eyes that even the corpses of the orc laborers had the physique of the strongest human soldiers, the generals of the Alliance knew that the road ahead would be extremely difficult.

There is no such thing as a casual victory. Every victory, even with such an advantage, must be achieved through several life-and-death trials.

The expressions on their faces quickly changed from excitement to seriousness.

But it is undeniable that as warriors who are useless in peacetime, hearing such a battle name in the sudden chaos will inevitably stir up the indomitable passion lurking in their bodies.

The light in their sharp eyes was still full of excitement. What excited them most was taking the first step towards a strategic victory before gaining a tactical advantage.

This is a great achievement made by a super talented deputy commander who looks 19 years old but is actually only 15 years old.

In a sense, they are standing on the shoulders of giants.

"Please let my Haas's Mountain Eagle Knights take the lead!"

"Don't be ridiculous. This is a defensive battle. Are your knights going to charge into the sea?"

"Let my Stromgarde Mountain Infantry come."

Every general enthusiastically recommended himself to Duke.

Originally, the commander-in-chief Lothar was supposed to arrange the army, but Lothar temporarily handed over the command of the army to Duke, saying, "No one knows the defense of Southshore better than Duke himself, so it is best to let him arrange it."

Duke is the winner!

He knew very well that this might very well be a turning point between the Alliance and the Horde, and that every legion that took part might go down in history as a result.

Duke was extremely cautious. As a time traveler, he knew exactly what cards the Horde had. Even though the Horde had changed a lot, those cards in its history were unlikely to disappear.

"First, Admiral Proudmoore." Duke called out the military rank.

"Here." King Daelin Proudmoore rarely stood at attention.

"Except for the Fourth Fleet cruising in the waters off the western beach, all fleets will set up pocket formations in the waters off Southshore. All light transport ships must be released. Before receiving the signal, 60% of the large transport ships covered with iron sheets must be released. After receiving the signal, strangle them with all your strength at all costs."

"No problem." Admiral Daelin said proudly.

Duke turned his head and glanced at the Alliance Army generals from left to right, finally setting his eyes on the faces of Mograine and Abendis.

"General Mograine, General Abendis, can I trust your men?"

"The paladins will fight to the death!" Mograine roared domineeringly.

In this face that was obviously much younger, Duke seemed to see his heroic figure in the future wielding the domineering semi-artifact Ashebringer to kill the enemy.

Duke drew a line on the map and said, "From the hilltop in the west of Southshore to the area of ​​five kilometers to the west, it is all your army's. I require you to defend the hilltop to the death. No counterattack is allowed without a signal."

"clear."

In this era, legion is a very general concept. A smaller legion may have only 5,000 or 6,000 people. A larger legion, such as Mograine's Scarlet Crusade, has nearly 30,000 people.

The current Scarlet Crusade is far less crazy and twisted than the later generations. It has excellent discipline and high morale, and is definitely the essence of the Lordaeron army!

Duke sent them out as the main force of defense, and King Terenas, who had been silent all the time, also had a smug look on his face.

Next, Duke set his sights on King Llane.

"Admiral Wrynn." Duke was definitely weird, but it had to be this way in order to maintain the Alliance's military system.

"Here!" Llane, wearing a golden helmet and armor, was also eager to prove himself.

"You and General Seamus will lead the Griffin Legion and the First and Second Storm Infantry Regiments to guard the hill east of the town until the end of the eastern coast."

"I know." To be honest, Llane was a little disappointed. It sounded the same as Mograine, but on the left and right sides of Southshore. In fact, Stormwind Kingdom had an advantage in terms of geographical location. There was a relatively turbulent river to the east of Southshore. If an attack was launched from the mountain, it would be like having an extra moat.

Llane also knew that Duke was letting him attack while also preserving the vitality of the Stormwind Kingdom. Considering the overall situation, this was the safest arrangement. Llane didn't say anything.

"Captain Lothar, you lead all the cavalry and prepare to charge along the designated route. Drive all the enemies that enter the town into the sea to feed the fish."

"No problem." Lothar was also excited.