Chapter 140: The shortcut plan was launched again.
In the burning orc camp, those orc infantry who had gone completely crazy fought until the last moment.
There was no surrender, no escape, all the orc infantry died in the camp.
Evaluating these orc infantry from an objective perspective, they are undoubtedly respectable warriors.
However, the reality is cruel, they are just the lackeys of the Burning Legion invading Azeroth.
Even Horad, a kind and civilized man, would not have any mercy on the green-skinned orcs who drank the demonic blood.
The green-skinned orcs have caused so many murders, now it's time to pay some price!
Kill for life, this is a matter of course!
The small arcane puppet picked up the broken adamantine battle axe, then flew into the sky to identify the direction of the Blackstone Mountains, and quickly flew towards the pass of the deserted land.
When the Titans took care of the planet Azeroth, they took special care to transform the continent's terrain.
In every area of the continent, the Titans shaped mountains to surround them, forming a closed grid-like regional distribution.
This kind of geographical environment where each area is closed is very advantageous to mortals!
Since only a few passes are passable, a terrible disaster that occurs in a local area will not quickly spread to the entire continent.
In this way, the guardians left behind by the Titans can handle emergencies quite conveniently.
In distant ancient times, trolls were infected with the terrible plague of Corrupted Blood.
The guardians sprang into action, isolating the infected trolls from the healthy trolls.
The Guardians then eliminated the source of the Corrupted Blood Plague while trying to cure the infected trolls.
The terrifying evil god who calls himself the Blood God Hakkar can no longer enter Azeroth.
This is the benefit that can be brought by closing various areas.
If all mortal races on the entire continent are infected with the Corrupted Blood Plague, Azeroth may have to be restarted!
However, this rather closed geographical environment made ground marching quite troublesome.
Small arcane golems have wreaked havoc across the Burning Steppes.
The large-scale coalition army has just entered the deserted land at this moment.
From the Badlands, you can fly south into the Burning Steppes, and then continue south into the Redridge Mountains.
But most of them are coalition forces on the ground. They need to go west through the entire Searing Canyon and get through the Blackstone Tower stuck on the Blackstone Mountains.
Go south through Blackrock Tower into the Burning Plains, and then go east across the entire Burning Plains to reach the pass leading to Redridge Mountain.
Such a winding march route is a complete torment for the poor human heavy infantry!
They had to carry heavy weapons and armor, as well as food and water for the march.
Even those hard-working donkeys can't withstand such devastation!
However, according to the plan of the top leadership of the coalition, the human heavy infantry will proceed step by step.
War has been fought this way for thousands of years, and nothing has changed.
Looking at the temperature data of the Burning Plains and Searing Gorge collected by the small arcane golem, Herard felt the need to change the marching route.
He recorded the data and forwarded it to Sir Lothar, and suggested that he go directly through the Blackstone Mountains and go south, leaving the orcs in Blackstone Tower alone.
A magical messenger in the form of an owl, flying to the east at extremely fast speeds.
Its illusory body exudes a mysterious silver light under the moonlight, forming a striking silver light band in the night sky.
The magic messenger flies very fast, and no flying creature can catch up with it.
In just a few minutes, this magical creature traveled hundreds of kilometers and reached the depths of the coalition camp.
Although it was already very late, Sir Lothar was not sleeping yet.
Along the way, the orcs were being plowed and dens were being plowed, which made this almost sixty-year-old veteran very excited.
According to the current progress, taking half a year to recover Stormwind City is not a foolish dream.
Just as he and a group of senior coalition forces were deducing the battle situation and formulating the next action plan, an owl flew in from the window and landed on Khadgar's shoulder.
Magic messengers are not available to ordinary people. Only the caster can read the messages carried by the magical messenger.
So Harad sent it to Khadgar, a young and inexperienced little spy.
Khadgar reached out and touched the owl's head, then projected the message above the sand table.
Seeing some of the landforms and temperature information of the Searing Canyon and the Burning Plains, Sir Lothar and others all felt a chill down their backs.
Humans knew that these two areas were very hot, but they never thought it would be so bad!
Dwarves and gnomes actually know the situation in the Searing Gorge very well.
However, their various resistances are relatively strong and they can withstand the ravages of harsh environments.
Looking at the faint red light in the west, Sir Lothar decided to go over for an on-the-spot investigation tomorrow.
Early the next morning, Sir Lothar took a steam tank to the Searing Gorge.
Unlike the tanks on Earth that are getting smaller and smaller, the dwarf steam tanks are quite huge!
Even Sir Lothar, a tall human warrior, could stand inside without hitting his head.
When this thing is driving on the road, no enemy dares to intercept it head-on.
Because the spiked rollers installed on the front of the car can tear enemies or obstacles blocking the road into pieces.
Even the giant dragon dared not take a real shot from the short-barreled giant cannon installed on the vehicle.
The caliber of that thing is extremely large, and it is exactly the standard of a battleship's main gun.
It is also very easy to overturn half a football field with one shot!
A tank that can carry this huge cannon is of course of a very abnormal tonnage.
Its total combat weight is close to two hundred tons, which is even more exaggerated than the heaviest Maus tank on the planet!
Of course, an armored monster with such a perverted tonnage cannot be driven by an outdated steam engine.
The power source used to drive this armored monster is a more advanced gas turbine.
The gnomes just kept using the name Steam Tank because they were too lazy to change their names.
Moreover, the gas turbine will also emit steam, so it is not a big problem to call it a steam tank.
A tank that is steaming "whirring" is just a steam tank!
The steam tank, which looks strange and bulky, can travel continuously for five to six hundred kilometers at a speed of no less than fifty kilometers per hour.
If it had been replaced by those very advanced tanks on earth, they would have been unable to move!
The steam tanks in the Wizarding World don't have this problem.
Better metals, better fuel, and vulnerable parts are enhanced with enchantments.
If there were no obstacles along the way and the fuel supply was in place, steam tanks could traverse the entire continent from north to south.
When the sun was about to set, we drove the steam tank for a whole day and finally arrived near the entrance of the Searing Canyon.
Looking at the piles of bones along the way and the burned orc camp in the distance, Sir Lothar admired the combat effectiveness of the high elf army.
Thousands of years ago, the high elves still needed to win over humans to deal with the forest trolls.
Now a ranger force of less than three hundred people can already destroy an army of at least tens of thousands of orcs.
Sir Lothar, who has extensive experience in commanding combat operations, can deduce the entire battle process from various traces on the battlefield.
First, they set fire to the orc camp, and then used muskets to conduct several rounds of long-range sniping.
When the enemy approaches, ride on the Chocobo to keep the distance, and at the same time use your bow and arrow to continuously kill the pursuers.
The chocobo ran so fast that it was impossible for the orc army to catch up.
The high elf ranger riding a chocobo can restrain most troops to death!
However, when he saw the high elf ranger jumping and climbing on the cliff of the pass, as agile as a gecko, he suddenly felt that his judgment was wrong.
Those high elf rangers who can leap tens of meters and jump continuously do not seem to need the mobility assistance of chocobos.
Sir Lothar would never have imagined that the super parkour scene performed by the high elf rangers was actually just the most rudimentary application.
They are truly qualified when they can fly short distances.
Even if it can only fly a few kilometers away, it is still an incredible maneuver!
(End of chapter)