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Chapter 370 A complete defeat

Listening to Master Yuvel's detailed explanations, with him pointing to the strongholds on the map from time to time, Garin once thought he was hallucinating at the beginning.

This was progressing smoothly and rapidly, almost exactly as planned. Once the final siege of Undercity was completed, the human alliance would be able to reclaim Lordaeron and completely annihilate the Dark Queen Sylvanas and her Forsaken forces.

He didn't sense anything was wrong, and was even a little angry that he hadn't earned the reputation of victory in this war...

The battlefield situation is constantly changing, and the outcome of fighting at the cost of lives cannot be simply explained by the words "victory" or "defeat".

Temporary occupation, repeated struggles, tactical raids, retreats, feints... these are all common occurrences on the battlefield.

Small-scale advantages are related to achieving the ultimate strategic goal, but they cannot be achieved overnight or once and for all. Sometimes, a few mistakes can lead to total defeat.

Some victories are merely bitter defeats; most victories are brutal acts of mutual attrition...

They exchange blood and tears for a little bit of so-called glory to satisfy the vanity and status of the vested interests.

However, if victory is not achieved, it becomes a matter of life and death, so war is extremely cruel and devoid of morality... No matter how you package or beautify it, it is cruel, bloody, and necessary.

Garin didn't feel this way at all; he viewed life as worthless, war as a game, and honor as something to be pursued.

Garin was not unfamiliar with these basic military skills; however, the young prince lacked combat experience, was extremely inexperienced, and was arrogant and conceited.

The nobles who have been bullying the common people for years are actually just paper tigers.

No, he's not even a paper tiger; he's a bully who abuses his power. Relying on his so-called Stromgarde Knights, he levies taxes everywhere, oppresses the common people, burns, kills, loots, arbitrarily judges, does no production, and colludes with bandits.

Years ago, when the undead attacked, he assassinated his own father, and the old king died with his eyes wide open in resentment, cursing him to never become a true king. This time, he wanted to prove he was not afraid of the undead...

Little did he know that he had little to do with the victory of this major operation. Apart from defeating the Plaguebringer Lorraine's servant legion for the first time, killing three Death Knights and capturing one, he gained fame and became extremely confident.

"The elite troops of Stromgarde should have no trouble dealing with these laughable undead. Master Yuvel, so what if you didn't capture that island? The lake protected them. As long as we take Undercity, that island won't matter..."

Galin still believed that the main victory was achieved by his elite troops. Even the Syndicate rebels joined the human army under the pretext of surrendering to the prince of Stromgarde, so the credit should naturally belong to Stromgarde!

That is, he is the heir apparent of Red Stormgar!

To everyone's surprise, Master Yuvel sighed and smiled bitterly, "It was this little island that ruined our plan!"

"I overlooked the bat riders on the island, and those three airships. One of them was repaired by the Forsaken after the Battle of Dalaran, and they even equipped it with aerial cannons. Like the dwarven Skybreaker experimental ship, but this time we don't have the dwarves' help... The situation in Alterac Valley is also very critical. I originally wanted to finish this quickly and decisively!"

Yuville slammed his fist on the table in anger, sending the wooden wine glasses flying with a sharp clang.

Prince Garin was startled. Master Yuvel turned around and scolded him, "If you hadn't ruined the banquet, caused the Hillsbrad militia to turn against us, and made that old bastard Bonn betray us, we would still have a backup plan and wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat!"

“Master Yuvel, I don’t like hearing that. I was attacked by a mob! Mayor Bonn led the rebellion. He must be a spy for the tribe. Maybe he betrayed us and that’s why we lost the battle!”

Garin touched his nose. "By the way. You said we suffered a defeat and lost more than half our men? Where are they?"

"Your men are all dead..."

"what!"

Prince Garin suddenly stood up. "Impossible! Master Yuvel, are you joking? I entrusted my three thousand elite cavalry to you to lead the charge, and you think they'd all die? I don't believe it..."

Yuvel was speechless; three thousand cavalrymen were indeed a considerable and elite force.

But when three thousand human cavalrymen faced an overwhelming tide of thirty thousand, three hundred thousand undead, it was all in vain!

Yuvel not only misjudged the situation, advancing too quickly and stretching the battle lines... his troops were scattered. He also failed to cut off key points of the enemy's reinforcement supply and eliminate or suppress the enemy's air reconnaissance capabilities, resulting in his own offensive being unsuccessful, lacking supplies, and being divided and surrounded.

Master Yuvel and others were hands-off managers; he himself could be considered a master of oversight, leading the Dalaran battle mages and the priests of the Church of the Holy Light to provide support, which was good for overcoming difficulties and healing the wounded, but lacked true overall command.

At the start of the battle, each unit acted haphazardly, and the outcome naturally changed rapidly...

First, the airship towers unleashed a powerful formation of orc infantry, tauren warriors, troll witch doctors, and hunters, halting the human cavalry's advance. In the limited open terrain, the cavalry's mobility was hampered, and the subsequent auxiliary troops—the so-called human syndicate bandits—were utterly outmatched and quickly routed, scattering in all directions...

A secret passage had long been built between Thurbercher and Deathstroke, from which a steady stream of gravedigger recruits poured out, turning the tide and cutting the human coalition forces into pieces.

Brier and Thurbercher's garrison charged out, only to find several other elite units of the Queen hidden there. The true elite legions of the Death Hunters and Undead Sentinels charged out, delivering a fatal blow to the scattered human deserters.

Of the three thousand so-called elite cavalrymen descended from Arathor, less than a thousand managed to escape to the lake... This was only because Major William, the company commander of the 7th Company of the 7th Army Corps, arrived late and helped the fleeing troops.

Otherwise, even more people would die...

The Syndicate's bandit minions were almost completely wiped out; Master Yuvel didn't even bother to count the number, but there were at least fewer than a hundred survivors... The crucial point was that their own mage combat force and the priesthood of the Church of Holy Light were also ambushed in Ambermill.

The Dark Queen unleashed something unknown, and enormous ghostly monsters appeared on the scene. These monsters were formed from the fusion of multiple souls and possessed extremely strong resistance to arcane magic and holy light spells.

The mages gradually discovered that they were actually being suppressed by the remnants of the Dalaran protective array from the past.

The magical barrier that once protected them from undead creatures had become a barrier of despair. Mages and priests discovered that not only had they lost their magic and were unable to cast spells, but their life force was also being corroded. Unable to escape, they could only watch helplessly as they were devoured by the Soul Eaters, becoming nourishment for the Soul Eaters to continue their slaughter...

Ambermill has always been the graveyard of the legal system...

"This isn't over yet!"

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