The Second Empire of Azeroth

Everyone looked at Roger with amusement. They wouldn't be surprised if a knight of noble birth knew how to draw maps. But Roger, a commoner, knowing how to draw maps? How could that be possible?

In the world of Azeroth, humans had always lived in a feudal society. The upper nobility enjoyed the right to education, and even if commoners studied, it wouldn't lead to a good social standing unless they accidentally learned magic. Therefore, most commoners could only rely on talent and hard work to become farmers, craftsmen, or merchants. Not to mention commoners, even minor nobles who wanted to rise in society through education could only dream.

Staven's tragedy was a living example, and that was in Stormwind after the war, Stormwind after being ravaged by the orcs.

Born in New China, standing under the red flag, let you bumpkins from another world feel the iron fist of socialism!

"Of course!"

Roger walked to the compass, pointing to the open space on the hillside marked with a blue flag. "This is our current location!"

He then pointed to the location marked with a red flag. "This is Goldshire!"

He swept his finger across the table. "This is the road from Goldshire to Lakeshire, this is the triangular intersection, this is the mountain road."

Lothar raised an eyebrow. This commoner really could understand the sand table. However, the sand table was marked very clearly, and a smart person could easily understand it. There were many smart commoners, and it wasn't worth his attention.

"That young man said you often draw maps. Are you studying the monsters' attack routes?"

Roger hesitated for a moment, but realizing he couldn't hide it anymore, he could only nod. "That's right!"

Lothar pointed to the bridge in Lakeshire. "If the monsters want to attack Lakeshire, they will inevitably take this road. I will have Mayor Solomon lead people to block one end of the bridge, and then lead the cavalry to charge down and annihilate the monsters."

Roger nodded. "This plan is reasonable!"

The nobles sneered. Did he really need to say that? Lothar was the best commander in Stormwind. Could there be anything wrong with his tactics?

Roger glanced at them, then said indifferently, "However, what if those monsters desperately break through? Will the knights use their lives to resist?"

"Of course!" A noble said loudly, "As knights, we should step forward. As long as the kingdom needs it, we can dedicate our lives!"

Hearing the noble's words, the others immediately stood at attention solemnly, a sense of mission filling the camp.

"That's great, brother! I want to go to the battlefield and kill enemies too!" John said excitedly.

Roger turned around and slapped him on the head. "You're my only brother. I won't let you go to your death with a bunch of idiots!"

The nobles were furious. Roger was practically pointing at their noses and cursing them. They immediately drew their swords, ready to kill this commoner who had offended his superiors.

Lothar raised his hand, stopping the nobles. He looked at Roger with interest. "You better give a reason, otherwise I can't protect a commoner who has insulted the nobility."

Roger sneered, walked to the sand table, and pulled out the red flag representing the orcs, inserting it between the bridge and the mountain path.

"If those monsters attack Lakeshire, they must pass through here. At this time, the Knights will charge down from the high ground, and they will surely win. If the monsters are facing certain defeat, they will definitely flee in all directions. The only directions they can escape are east, south, west, and north. However, the west is the direction of the Knights' attack, the road back to the south is cut off by the Knights, and the north behind the bridge is defended by Mayor Solomon. With the Knights chasing after them, the monsters will not face attacks from the front and back to attack Lakeshire. Then! The only remaining path for them is to flee east along Stillwater Lake."

"Did we need you to tell us that?" The nobles said coldly.

Roger reached out and pulled out the blue flag. "If we deliberately leave the east open during the attack, they will surely flee for their lives. When the time comes, we can ambush them from behind, completely minimizing the casualties. Although the wolves ridden by the orcs are large, they still have the weaknesses of wolves, which is insufficient endurance. After running wildly all the way, those wolves will almost be exhausted when they reach the Lakeside Road. And seeing a way out, those monsters will definitely be overjoyed. And at this time, if an ambush appears, they will fall into despair."

Roger inserted the blue flag on Lakeside Road. "Plus, with the wolves out of strength, how many monsters will be able to escape?"

Hearing Roger's question, everyone fell silent.

Lothar gently tapped his chin. "However, I only have one regiment of knights with me. The blitzkrieg can't be carried out."

"That's right!"

"Exactly!"

The nobles nodded one after another, feeling a sense of relief. It wasn't that they couldn't come up with a clever plan like Roger's, it was just that they had too few soldiers to try such tactics.

That's right, that's it!

Just then, a hand stretched out from beside Roger, "Lord Lothar, I have a way!"

John raised his hand high, almost jumping up. He said excitedly, "There is a large murloc tribe on the shore of Stillwater Lake. The murlocs are very united. As long as there is a conflict with one murloc, the surrounding murlocs will come to help. My brother and I are hunters. As long as those monsters escape near the murloc tribe, we will lure the murloc tribe over and let those murlocs stop those monsters!"

Everyone looked at each other. Could this work?

Roger was also speechless. This John always had such wild ideas. Didn't he think about how far the murloc tribe was from Redridge Mountains? The orcs would inevitably run close to Redridge Mountains when they escaped. They couldn't lure the murlocs out for several thousand yards, could they? Did he really think this was a game where they could kite monsters to the main city?

Lothar also found it incredible, asking uncertainly, "How confident are you? You must know that this is related to the situation of the entire battle."

"One hundred percent confident!"

Before Roger could speak, John said confidently, "If we can't lure the murlocs over, my brother and I will stand in front of those monsters."

I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

"Good!" Seeing John giving a "military pledge," Lothar immediately waved his hand. "Then it's decided. If you two can really do this, I will definitely report to the King and award you the honor you deserve!"

John's mouth grinned open. "Lord Lothar, I only need your signature!"

Lothar said with a smile, "I can give you the signature now!"

"Really?"

Roger watched Lothar sign his brother's name, wishing he could push him away and tear John's mouth apart!

You really are my good brother!