Chapter 87: The Death God Drowns Seven Armies

That's right, these rude bastards, after extinguishing the flames on their bodies, stood up and directed their vulgar laughter towards Duke's side.

The orcs were laughing.

Duke was laughing too, but he was laughing even harder, and more joyously.

Suddenly, Lothar noticed a look of concern in Duke's eyes... a look one might have for a fool

What? Could there still be a trick up Duke's sleeve!?

Lothar was suddenly taken aback.

His guess was correct. There really was a trick up Duke's sleeve.

"Did you hear something?" asked Bolvar, who had the best hearing.

In the next moment, not only Lothar and Simos, but also the remaining soldiers of the griffin legion, heard it.

It was only then that Duke spoke calmly, "Lothar, you better have your men retreat fifty yards back."

Fifty yards? That was equivalent to retreating into the forest.

From a tactical standpoint, retreating into the woods to form a line was the same as not having a line at all.

But when Lothar thought back to how low the water level was just moments ago, he understood what Duke had done.

It was the spring flood season, and the water level should have been rising. Normally, the water level could not have been so low. The only explanation was that Duke had ordered the construction of a dam near the stone pillar lake upstream, blocking the water.

This was done after the entire army of Stormwind had passed and entered the Redridge Mountains.

Thinking back to how Duke secretly used the workers at the East Valley logging camp, Lothar couldn't help but think that it was probably these workers who helped build the dam.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

Lothar never thought that this mysterious old mage not only had amazing magical powers, but also such terrifying cunning.

If he wanted to assassinate the Stormwind Kingdom's garrison, then it was likely that not a single person would escape.

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt surprised, "Thank goodness this gentleman is not an enemy of the Kingdom of Stormwind."

Lothar quickly ordered his subordinates to retreat.

For a well-trained army, this was not a problem.

Ten seconds later, the soldiers of the Gryphon Legion were secretly enjoying seeing the orcs who had just mocked them now suffering.

With a deafening roar that could shatter the minds of any warrior, it sounded like a raging wave sweeping down from the upstream of the river, carrying countless debris, mixed with human anger, and a torrent of fury.

Before the Horde invaded Azeroth, the Bleeding Hollow clan was the strongest in the Horde. Even now, the Bleeding Hollow clan is still one of the top tribes in the Horde.

Led by the elderly Kilrogg Deadeye, the Bleeding Hollow clan possessed the unwavering wildness necessary for many years of successful campaigns. For example, the attack on Shattrath City against the draenei.

According to their history and their invincible performance in battle, the Bleeding Hollow clan was entrusted with the responsibility of defending the occupied dwarven land of the Khas Modan region and attacking the dwarven stronghold of Ironforge.

It can be said that these experienced Bleeding Hollow warriors, who are loyal to the Horde's top tribe, the Blackrock clan, are definitely one of the most valuable assets of the Horde.

However, this legion that later joined the front-line assault under the orders of Warchief Blackhand has now been almost completely wiped out.

Several remaining green flags could not even withstand the power of nature and were quickly engulfed by the flood, mixed with a large number of sharp stakes.

Of course, not all of the elite of the Bleeding Hollow clan were present here, but losing such a powerful vanguard here, Kilrogg would probably be quite distressed.

Among the legions caught in the flood, Duke roughly counted four or five, including the larger clans of Blackrock, Broken Hand, and Dragonmaw. It should be noted that during the first Dark Portal event, the entire Horde sent out all its elite soldiers. Any one of these larger clans could have wiped out this small human kingdom that had not seen a large-scale war in centuries if they had joined the battle against the Kingdom of Stormwind.

It should be noted that in the original history, it was not a single Kingdom of Stormwind that ultimately defeated the Horde, but seven human kingdoms, dwarves, and some elves who joined forces.

Therefore, from the beginning, Duke did not believe that he alone could completely resist the Horde's attack on the Kingdom of Stormwind.

What Duke could do was to make the Horde bleed and make them shed as much blood as possible before the decisive battle.

Today, was the first step!

"In the original history, these vanguards invading Azeroth would all have died, but today Duke completed their fate in another way.

Countless orcs wailed and yelled, trying to escape from this death trap before the flood arrived. Unfortunately, they were not naga or murlocs, and the orcs who were agile on the mountain became extremely clumsy in the water, quickly being swept away by the flood.

The flood itself was not particularly deadly to the strong orcs, but the sharp wooden stakes mixed in with the flood were quite lethal. Just now, the orcs had crowded into the water to avoid the fire, and as a result, one wooden stake could often impale several orcs like skewers.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the previously mighty orc army was now scattered and defeated.

But that wasn't all. Lothar saw that there were still many large ships floating downstream along the river, and the human sailors on board were pounding drums and throwing spears to finish off any orcs who had managed to survive.

Seeing this scene before his eyes, Lothar was left speechless.

It was only at this moment that Duke turned around confidently and said, "Go, the Gryphon Legion needs the enemy's heads to sacrifice to their fallen brothers!"

Watching these orcs who had previously been so imposing now reduced to nothing, Lothar was somewhat disappointed. They were not the opponents he had hoped for.

Bolvar stepped forward and patted Lothar's shoulder armor with one hand. "We all know how powerful these green-skinned creatures are. The nobles who lost their territories and couldn't defend their homes need an outlet for their anger. I don't want the Gryphon Legion to be the target of their wrath."

With a start, Lothar suddenly realized the truth.

Yes, he was indeed an excellent commander, but he was by no means a skilled politician.

In terms of tactics, the Gryphon Legion's warriors had done their best. But so what? With Redridge Pass lost, and in the forest terrain where individual combat prowess was paramount, Stormwind soldiers were no match for the orcs. So it was only natural for the angry nobles to shift the blame onto the Gryphon Legion.

Lothar couldn't bear to see them suffer the noble's reproach after making such great sacrifices. Even their compensation would be deducted!

Fortunately, if they could bring back enough orc heads, it would be the best proof of the Gryphon Legion's bravery!

Lothar swung his sword suddenly and shouted, "Gryphon Legion, advance! Kill those green-skinned bastards who managed to crawl ashore!"