ebookland Chapter 243 Running Away Upon Meeting
Chapter 243 Running Away Upon Meeting
"But..."
"But what? Do you think the enemy will go easy on you? The Alliance won't, and they're especially good at teamwork, especially against our Horde's lone wolves... Our Horde's brutes are constantly being camped, and honestly, it infuriates me..."
The teacher reprimanded his apprentice, but the apprentice pointed ahead...
"Teacher, it seems like a lot of cavalry have arrived..."
"cavalry?"
Following Lorraine's pointing finger, the shores of Lake Lordaeron lie on the edge of a valley, with a winding, undulating valley path running between the Alterac Mountains and the Silverpine Forest...
There was indeed a large cloud of dust on the hillside at that moment, and a group of fully armed cavalrymen in blue and white armor were charging forward!
Their target was none other than their own army of undead.
With a slight sense, the number of ordinary skeletons and zombies that had initially been aimlessly charging towards the human manor and civilians was now negligible... They were scattered sparsely behind the hillside...
This means they have been almost completely wiped out.
Before the main force of Lake Lorraine could even set off, the enemy arrived first...
"Charge! Destroy the damned undead and defend our homeland!"
The lead knight raised his longsword high. A young knight, his armor adorned with silver, white, and blue patterns, and the blue and gold lion's head on his chest identified him as the captain of the Stormwind Blue Cavalry...
"Avenge the people of Hillsbrad! We cannot allow the filthy undead to breach our defenses..."
"Break their formation, cut off the tribe's supplies, and send them back to their filthy graves!"
The knight captain shouted, encouraging his cavalry to charge. These riders held long spears and short muskets... Some fired three shots from a distance with flamingos... Others threw their spears. The vanguard, in a triangular formation, held their spears firmly... Those on either side held shields and brandished harpoons...
The flag bearer was at the front center, while the commander ran and stopped at the rear, observing uphill and adjusting orders from time to time, directing different formations to surround Lorraine's army...
Although the opposing team appears young, their command and control are remarkably efficient, displaying impressive momentum while maintaining impeccable formation...
Further away were reserve troops and sentries looking out from a high vantage point... Two makeshift lookout towers had somehow sprung up high, seemingly pulled up by horses and standing in place.
"Holy crap, does this have to be so professional...it looks like a human tower defense system..."
The teacher was stunned for a few seconds before exclaiming in surprise.
In contrast, young Lorraine is foolish and simple-minded; he's hardly the kind of commander who relies entirely on his men's bravery...
The enemy is advancing head-on, looking down from a high position, charging forward with overwhelming momentum.
The sudden charge of the cavalry shocked the master and apprentice, who had never witnessed cavalry warfare before... The enemy force numbered at least several hundred... not several hundred in total, but several hundred in each regiment, totaling several dozen square formations, nearly three or four thousand men...
The enemy, swarming across the mountains and plains, was determined to take Lorraine.
It looks magnificent.
Lorraine's thousand-strong undead army was immediately overshadowed...
The opponent, taking advantage of the terrain, launched a surprise attack and seized the initiative.
For an ordinary army, the sight of dust billowing up the hillside, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, and the clatter of metal armor would be enough to terrify the common people... Upon closer inspection, the colorful flags scattered across the landscape seem to belong to different factions.
This is a human alliance... a standard, regular combat unit...
The fact that the human alliance chose to attack at this time clearly indicates that they had already scouted the situation.
The undead army, which previously relied on numerical superiority to win, will likely be unable to overwhelm the enemy this time...
Lorraine was still in a daze, just like an ordinary person. The enemy cavalry at the front was about to crash their lances into the group of mindless zombies at the front, which were only a dozen meters away from being hit.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! They're here to kill you, what are you standing there for? Grab your weapons!"
The teacher shouted loudly, and Lorraine came to her senses.
He wasn't afraid; he had never seen a human cavalry charge of this scale before, and was momentarily filled with awe. His teacher's reminder prompted him to retreat towards the lake immediately.
There's still a portion of their savings left in the lake, not much, just a few hundred powerful skeleton beasts.
The enemy came quickly, fiercely, and in large numbers.
As a necromancer, the first priority is to ensure one's own safety.
Keep your distance...
As he retreated, Lorraine quickly and secretly commanded the army of the dead to resist.
The greatest advantage of this undead army is that they are mindless, fearless, and ruthless.
Faced with an enemy force several times their size, these summoned creatures would only silently resist. Even if they were instantly stabbed away and fell to the ground, they would still insist on getting up and doing things according to the necromancer Lorraine's commands.
Until I am completely unable to move...
There were quite a few skeletons on the outer perimeter, and zombies lined up to protect the outer perimeter, making it difficult for Lorraine to count their approximate numbers.
He only needed to sense the number of guards surrounding his eleven death knights. These were the main force, probably the true elite, numbering around a thousand on horseback and in armor.
They were each commanded by nine Death Knights, each leading over a hundred Death Knights riding skeletal warhorses.
Centered on the original battlefield point in the shallow waters by the lake, the units are arranged in a fan shape, approximately 180 degrees, with each Death Knight responsible for a 20-degree angle of elevation... defending against enemies at nine points.
Yurev and Deathsworn formed the last two central defenses, with mages wielding staves and knights raising lances... bows and crossbows flew, shooting down the human knights who rushed in at the front, attempting to kill Lorraine.
"Monster, prepare to die..."
A tall, valiant, armored warrior leaped down, his horse already riddled with holes by the skeletal cavalry's spears. He himself soared high into the air, ready to single-handedly take down Lorraine, who was trapped within the protective circle...
Head straight for the bandit leader, the plague messenger Lorraine.
The other party seems to know Lorraine... at least their goal is clear.
Before this valiant human warrior, clad in exquisite armor, could even land, he was pierced through the chest by the golden spear in 'Deathsworn's' hand, and sent flying backward in the opposite direction.
He flew all the way up the hillside and crashed into the ground. This human noble warrior, his mouth full of blood, tried to say something... but was pulled back by a tremendous force despite being pierced through the abdomen...
The golden spear flew back into Deathsworn's hand, and he, as easily as taking a skewer of meat, plucked the knight off the spear with one hand and threw him directly into the lake.
Like discarding a lump of rotten flesh, it's done so easily and effortlessly...
The thousands of human cavalrymen who had been charging forward were horrified...
They noticed that the skeletons and zombies on the perimeter fell quickly under their combined charge, and the surrounding grunts were soon shredded.
However, in front of the defensive circle surrounding and protecting the eleven Death Knights' personal guards.
Anyone who rushes in will be knocked down, sent flying, and shredded...
Even if they bypass the middle layer, the commanders behind them can easily wipe out the human vanguard that has broken through.
"A monster, a real monster."
"My God, they took down Sir James! The Stromgarde champion... he'd won ten consecutive titles in riding and slashing competitions... I can't believe it..."
"Back off, back off..."
......
The initial charge, which had already wiped out the lowest-ranking human cavalrymen of Lorraine, suddenly halted. They gripped their horse harnesses...pausing to observe, a mere show of force. They surrounded the Death Knights of Lorraine, forming a tight encirclement, but dared not advance any further.
Inside the encirclement, the skeletal knights stood like statues, yet their weapons dripped blood incessantly...
These killing cavalrymen from hell instantly forced back the momentum of the human knights who outnumbered them tenfold.
On the hillside, after witnessing the fall of the most valiant vanguard champion knight, the blond noble commander, clad in lion-armored armor, frowned deeply. He brandished his sword, signaling the rear guard to follow, with wagons pulling massive cannons trailing behind...
Except for the cavalry, the rest of the army advanced steadily, forming a larger encirclement to lock down the remnants of Lorraine's army.
"Don't retreat, surround them! Push the cannons up and let them experience the power of the dwarven iron cannons!"
The commander ordered the troops to maintain their formation and not to retreat.
He turned to his attendant and whispered that if things went wrong, the vanguard of the Seventh Legion should retreat to the edge of Southshore, while the remaining militia should hold their ground... He should also have the mayor of Hillsbrad quickly call for reinforcements from Stromgarde... and also notify the dwarven patrol squads.
......
Where are the people of Lorraine?
He cunningly retreated to the middle of the lake at the first opportunity, even though Yurev and Deathsworn, who were accompanying him in the water, did not dismount...
They seemed to be able to walk on the water, while he, their owner, was dog paddling in the lake...
The scene wasn't very pleasant, but it was necessary.
There were too many enemies. The teacher had barely given the order to attack when the two sides clashed. Their side was now down to almost half its manpower... Although most were just low-level grunts, mindless skeletons and zombies, their morale immediately plummeted.
Rowling immediately recalled the clashes between the Horde and the Alliance on the battlefield back then; the Horde charged the fastest, but scattered even faster...
The alliance, however, always proceeded steadily and cautiously... gradually chipping away at the tribe's defenses...
"Where's the defense? A defense made of hammers... a complete mess! The Horde needs leadership... they don't like using their brains..."
It seems like all the reckless players have joined the Horde, while the smart ones have all gone to the Alliance... I often hear Horde players complaining about their teammates, and then they're the first to run away. Every Alterac Valley battleground is like this—losing both face and battle, it's so frustrating.
However, the current situation is indeed one where two fists can't fight against four hands...
A good man does not suffer immediate losses.
"withdraw!"
Even if his subordinates and death knights were incredibly powerful, they couldn't withstand the attack head-on, as the other side had been prepared for a surprise attack. Just now, during the initial charge, Lorraine, as the master, sensed that a death knight had been injured.
When the cannons roared, Lorraine immediately accepted her teacher's advice.
His Death Knight has never suffered such a devastating blow since his debut...
Last time, it seems only a commander suffered minor injuries...
"Strategic shift, to Wolf Island!"
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