With a large wave of high elves eager to steal monsters and experience points arriving in three days, Galen felt a sense of urgency. This was a rare opportunity for an offensive-defensive battle, allowing him to kill a large number of orc soldiers with minimal casualties.
Although there was the Holy Light Resurrection spell, being killed was still an unpleasant experience. Even though they were all products of the Origin Heart, Galen felt bad about constantly letting them die and then reviving them.
Galen treated his own people, even the soldiers trained by the Origin Heart, extremely well.
Even after using every means possible to have Aragorn find a reason to delay Sylvanas's march on the north shore, it only bought him two extra days. On the fifth day after Galen received the news of reinforcements, Sylvanas arrived in Dun Modr with the Farstriders.
"Sinu a'manore. Lady!"
Galen met with Sylvanas at the head of the Thandol Span. This was the first time Galen met Sylvanas as the Prince of Stromgarde. The last time was as Durotan, when he dueled her at the entrance of the Zul'aman.
This year, Galen's height had already reached 2 meters, but compared to Sylvanas, Galen was still more than half a head shorter.
Fortunately, Galen was only seventeen years old, and there was still room for growth and development. Two meters was not the endpoint.
Sylvanas's face possessed the exquisite beauty of a high elf, but as the Ranger-General, she had a relatively strong personality and was full of heroism.
Galen openly sized up this future leader of the faction with the highest popularity, while assessing whether he could win against her with all his firepower.
In the end, he came to the conclusion that without spending money, it was a 46% chance, but spending money would crush her!
Sylvanas frowned slightly after being stared at by Galen for so long. This gaze was so familiar, filled with appreciation, but without the greed and lust of the nobles from other human kingdoms.
There was also a fighting spirit, a sharp gaze like a knife, as if thinking about where to strike with a weapon in the next second to render her unable to fight.
Familiar!
It reminded her of the orc who wielded a giant axe, whose three attacks had twice made her feel embarrassed, but without causing her any substantial harm!
Sylvanas shook her head. The two were of different races, so it was impossible for them to be the same person. Moreover, Prince Kael'thas had also watched their duel, so magical disguise was ruled out.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Galen. The glory of the Trollbane family will surely be carried forward in your hands!"
This was Sylvanas's first impression of Galen: powerful! Talented, and also rumored to be humble, as well as a paladin!
The Windrunner family and the Trollbane family had some origins a thousand years ago. Galen's ancestor had once requested the previous Ranger-General, Sylvanas's father, to train a personal guard, who later developed into Stromgarde's current regular ranged troop: the Trollbane Hunters.
"How is the situation here, Prince Galen?"
Sylvanas was a decisive person. As soon as the troops were stationed, she began to get into the state of affairs.
"Please call me Galen, Lady! Apart from a probing attack on the first day, the orcs have been fully attacking the city in the following days, but the defense line is still as solid as a rock. Your arrival provides a more powerful ranged attack. In the past two days, the orcs have focused on destroying a large number of cannons after climbing the city walls, and the firepower has become slightly insufficient!"
These cannons were not meant to be saved. If the orcs' siege had no results, how could Galen lure them to continue staying in Dun Modr?
According to information from the intelligence department, the main force led by Orgrim had already established a large camp called Angerfang in the south, and a large number of trees were being felled by peons and transported to the western coast of the Wetlands!
Without thinking, it was known that there was a piece of land in the west of the Wetlands that was very suitable as a temporary pier. The orcs were preparing for both possibilities: when the Thandol Span was impassable, they would choose to go by sea.
After all, the coastline of the northern continent was long, and the Alliance could not strictly defend every coastline. There would always be loopholes.
However, Galen's goal had also been achieved. In five days, the Scarlet Flame and Wrath Tide legions took turns in battle, reaping twice the number of orcs at the cost of 10,000 deaths. After Galen's careful inspection last night, 70% of the fully replenished legion had reached the sixth rank through experience!
Orgrim was not a fool either. With such great losses, coupled with the fact that the number of defenders on the Dun Modr city walls did not decrease, he had already guessed that this town was a tough nut to crack.
In addition, with the arrival of the high elves, the ranged attacks tomorrow would be more accurate.
It was likely that Orgrim would give up the idea of passing through the Thandol Span after tomorrow, and like Ironforge, leave a force to suppress Dun Modr, while leading the main force to attack the north by sea.
"Tomorrow, I will let the orcs taste the Farstriders' fury!" After learning that the orcs were attacking the city every day, Sylvanas was eager for battle. The three axe attacks had twice made her feel embarrassed, although she was defeated in the end, but he still escaped. The Queen decided to vent this anger on other orcs!
Sure enough, in the orcs' sixth siege, the Farstriders' arrow rain was even more powerful than the firepower coverage of three hundred cannons. The orcs didn't even see the city walls today before being forced back by the arrows.
Varok Saurfang, as the vanguard of the orc army, wanted to force his way through, but was given special attention by Sylvanas.
Sylvanas quickly drew arrows and shot, emptying a quiver of arrows in less than a minute. Galen saw that the large shield held by Saurfang was directly shattered by the arcane power attached to the arrows.
If Saurfang's strength wasn't good enough, he would have been shot through the heart by Sylvanas on the spot!
Under the attack of the overwhelming arrows, the orcs retreated after suffering heavy casualties. Although it was all arrow damage, most of the orcs relied on their strong bodies to withstand it and did not die. However, the orcs had lost the shamans who could heal their injuries in the past, and could only rely on traditional herbs to treat the wounded.
Varok Saurfang and Fenris were severely punished by Orgrim!
"Trash, nearly 30,000 orc warriors, and you're about to wipe them out in six days!"
Orgrim was furious and smashed the large wooden table in his tent!
"Warchief! It's not our fault, those humans are too cunning, they..."
"Shut up!" Orgrim interrupted Fenris, who was trying to explain. "I only look at the results. Orcs don't make excuses for their failures!"
Orgrim was about to continue venting his anger when the Blackrock Blade Master Jubeka Shadowbreaker quickly entered the tent: "Warchief, a creature claiming to be a troll overseer wants to see you!"
"Troll?"
"They've finally appeared!"