Take a balance unit of troops

The unit already attacking them is almost dead, so it would be reckless to attack them up front, and you don't see a way past them without being detected by the hybrid archer. So the only logical choice would be to rally the troops in a coordinated attack, exploit their strengths and crush the opposition.

Yeah, that seems the best choice, with that being said you direct your attention to a squadron of minions hiding in the corner of the left intersection, they are a balanced bunch, a lot of small goblins, two dozen strong orcs, expendable skeletons, and a few lizardmen hunters. -Yes this bunch will do- You think, starting to approach them you notice that they are all being yell at by the most brutish and ugly looking Orc you have ever seen (and seeing there is a good amount of them to compare that is saying much) - You lot are a disgrace, I should rip your spines and use them as practice clubs for the cubs of my tribe - that thing has anger issues, he better not interfere with your take over or you'll be **** to remove him, and you don´t want your troops to fear you so quickly, it could push them to disobey your orders and flee. It surprises you that you would think in such a tactical way, you're barely a half hour old, but you possess a tactical understanding of the situation at hand and you plan accordingly to it, it`s not the first time it happens, you know who your Master and Uldar are, you understand the inner workings of the fortress, where is everything in it, the quickest route to everywhere, and apparently you also understand Orcish because he just insulted everyone´s mothers in his native tongue, apparently whatever forces were used in your creation also fill you with the knowledge of everything you need to survive.

As you ponder your existentialist questions, almost all of the squadron as noticed your presence and are looking at you with shock and terror, never before a dragon have been seen in the Dark Lords fortress, they were neutral on the conflict of the world, not taking sides and minding their own business, only interacting with the other races when looting them for more treasure for their horde, stealing cattle for food, or just attacking the dwarven cities and halls for the lols. so it was quite the surprise to see one in their home, but also find strange that they felt it was on their side. -¿What are you Maggots looking at? - scream the Sargent - ¿What could possibly be more impor......? - as soon as he saw you he shut up and make the most hilarious face an orc could - Mommy - he said with a high pitch whisper before passing out and fall with a loud bang of his armor,......... who would have thought he was such a coward, o well one less problem. now lets see - Are you all done acting like scared children - you said not in a yelling tone but rather in a commanding one - Because you are all under my command now and we are going to destroy those Heroes - that last statement broke their trans and they started to talk to one another - ¿Is he serious? - ¿Can we even do that? - I bet he only want`s us to die and distract them while he kills them at a distance - and many more comments like that, and apparently more than one were speaking in their native tongue and yet you understood them perfectly, this language knowledge is really useful, while the other races of minions talked the lizardmen were quiet and looked at you with different eyes, instead of distrust and fear like the orcs and goblins their eyes look at you with respect and admiration, you wonder why when suddenly the all-knowing magic reveals it to you, apparently the Lizardfolk ,as they prefer to be called, are descendant from Dragons that were too Friendly with their princess captives of old, the Dragons, being the incredibly intelligent species they are, instead of killing the hybrids like the other races would, decided to adopt them and raise them as a servant species, gaining their own followers and a loyal workforce, the lizardfolk worship the dragons and see them as their gods, but when the Dark Lord came and the dragons decided to remain neutral, some of them tried to take over the Masters riches and attacked with their lizardfolk armies. The resulting battle was an epic one and a costly one for both the dragons and the master(hence why the Master respects the dragons neutrality, if they were to unite against him it could give the armies of Good the hedge they need to defeat him). The surviving dragons took their tribes and fled, the lizardfolk tribes that had their Dragon-father (the dragon who sired the first of their tribe) die in the battle were lost and leaderless so they took settlement in the forest and swamps of the Masters domain, and after several generations were finally included in the Dark Lords armies, but they never forgot their roots and still worship their Dragon ancestors as god`s

So in their eyes you are a god eh?, that is gonna come in handy, as you ponder this new information a figure approaches you, when you look at it well you realize she is a lizardfolk female, she's thin and tall and curvaceous unlike her male counterparts, who are shorter, bulkier and more muscular, and has a crest of curbed spines going on a straight line from the top of her head to the back of the skull with membranes between them, while the males have two straight horns, her skin is also different while the lizardfolk hunters are of a murky mud like brown, her scales are an electric blue that shines, the clothing is also significantly different, while the Hunters use leather breastplates and loincloths, she is wearing a more traditional sorceress robe which hugs her in the right places, her breast was not something extraordinary, B cups at best, the attention was better directed to her hips and ass. The lizardfolk being descendants of dragons were an egg-laying race and her wide hips and huge ass were a clear sign of it, apparently their females lay 2 to 3 egg per pregnancy, the two magnificent orbs formed a perfect heart shape, that was clearly visible even from the front, she stopped in front of you and knelt in a show of subservience - Great lord of fire, your presence is a gift from the old fathers- the other lizardfolk quickly joined her on the ground- ¿what do you wish of us? - to say that your proverbial cock was erected with pride would be an understatement, ¿why no one told you about this fellows before? life in the fortress was gonna be good for sure.

But now is not the time to jack of your ego, the heroes are almost done with the second wave of soldiers and if you do not do anything to stop them, they are gonna run past you straight for the Master, and he is not gonna be happy, so you pull yourself together and direct your attention to the task at hand - Rise female, speak your name - she gets up and looks at you - my name is Sarada, o great one, ¿what do you wish?- she just called you Great One. NO, no, concentrate, bad ego, BAD, down boy. OK focus - Sarada, although I am pleased with your devotion, your praises would have to wait until later, now we must defeat the enemy and for that, I am taking command of this unit - immediately the lizardfolk get up and stand firm waiting for orders - YES LORD - they say in unison. they are not gonna give any trouble for sure, now the task is to gain the loyalty of the rest of the platoon, luckily for you, your Magipedia (that's how you decide to call your especial magic knowledge, cute I know) gives you the information on how to approach the orcs and goblins and talk them into following you, and on time too, seeing how the lizardfolk are starting to look at them menacingly for not showing their eagerness to follow a commander as great as yourself....... And there goes the ego again...... Never mind, you approach the orcs first, if they follow you the goblins are more likely to do so as well( like the saying goes where there's an orc there's a goblin........¿Or was it fire? I can never decide). - Warriors of the orc tribes I have been sent by the Master to lead you into glorious battle, to guide you into victory and send those so-called heroes back to the sissy gods that spawn them - a few let out chuckles, good they are paying attention - They shall taste our steel, our fire, our ANGER, they will beg for mercy and cry like babies - their faces showed excitement and were looking to each other nodding and giving nods of approval - Follow me and you will fight like no other day, follow me and you not only will have a battle to remember, you're gonna have a GOOD TIME - their response was not out of the ordinary- WAAAAAAAAAAA(WAIT, NO, WRONG FRANCHISE)LETS FIIIIIIGHT - good the orcs are in, now for the goblins - Whoever kills the most gets extra loot and privileges on breeding nights - They all scream and howl like little maniacs and almost star running towards the heroes, yeah no more words of encouragement needed for the little guys, once the orcs were in, they just needed reassurance that they would win something for the trouble, now the skeletons, your plan would not work without the skeletons, You direct your attention to Sarada - ¿Who controls the skeletons? - You ask her - I, my lord - she answers, ¿does she now? This female is full of surprises - Then prepare to give them my commands and they better follow them to the letter - you instruct - They will my lord, this I swear - now the troops are ready, with the command of a full unit taking down those heroes is going to be easy.

speaking of which, they have ended the second wave and are now advancing on the hall you need to command your troops, ¿but which strategy of all the ones you have will you use?