"Archon Zujin, the enemy's defenses are crumbling, allow us orcs and allies to share the final glory. ”

Coramar asked Zujin for war in what he considered to be literary and artistic terms. After a long day of fighting, Zujin wanted to show his orc allies the strength of the trolls, and Collamar also had the heart to observe the trolls' combat prowess. So in the daytime battle, the trolls kept charging, and the orcs kept applauding.

The sky was already gloomy, and looking from the sky to the ground, in the troll camp, the torches had been connected into a galaxy on the ground, reflecting the Milky Way in the sky.

Zujin is determined that the revival of the trolls begins tonight. Defeat and even kill Aurelia Windranger and defeat the elves of Quel'Thalas, the arch-enemy of the millennium.

"It is a great honor, Lord Overseer Coramar that the soldiers who have already eaten will continue to storm the enemy lines, and now, you orc warriors, get ready, when it is completely dark, we will launch a final assault and bury the hope of the enemy with the depths of the night. ”

Hearing Zukin's words, Koramar kicked Zorgash again.

"Write it down quickly, write it down, and put it in my journal number seven. Bury the hope of the enemy's life with the depth of the night. It's so literary and artistic, it's so domineering, I like it. ”

"But sir, your diary is all mine, why is it your diary, not mine. And which one is Diary No. 7?"

Zogersh scratched his bare head and asked inexplicably.

"Because I'm an Overseer, and you're only my lieutenant! Journal No. 7 is the one with the epigrams about the night. From now on, I can call it the seventh chapter of the night. ”

Zujin decided to pretend not to understand, and turned around to continue observing the battle.

On the other side of the line of defense. Humans and elves prepare for the final preparations for evacuation.

"It seems that the trolls are preparing to end the normal battle before dawn. Let's get ready, follow the evacuation list, let the wounded go first, and then the supplies will be transported faster, and the reserves will all be put into battle, and send your fastest men to inform Tulayan to prepare to respond, Aurelia. "After that. Carlos turned to the other commanders and said, "The trolls thought they had defeated us, and thought that breaking through the defenses was a victory. Come, my warriors, before the trolls can find my buried treasure, they will need to be put to the test by the Alteracs!"

Carlos's playful words provoked a burst of laughter.

"Fight for you. My Majesty!"

"Henry Shet. Send people to inform the outer defenders of the two fronts in the north and south that they should retreat regularly according to the plan and not fall in love with the battle. ”

"Yes, my majesty. ”

After a short mobilization meeting, the men were in place, and the trolls did not leave the combined human and elven soldiers waiting, and the battle soon began.

After Carlos and his guards joined the fray, the pressure on the trolls increased dramatically.

Because the fighting styles of the strong and elves among these humans are completely different. Suddenly many trolls can't adapt to the change in fighting style.

Elven rangers generally shoot with bows and arrows from a distance, and are very useful at close range, with dual knives or long swords, and use their dexterous body to fight. It can be simply summarized as a technical stream or a dodge crit stream.

And the personal guard legion around Carlos are all strong men with a height of two meters, with an iron armor and steel shield, and the combat method is simple and rude, in groups of three or five, blocking, chopping, long knife stabbing, and shield slamming. It's these tricks over and over again, but it's extremely powerful.

Many of the attacks that elves thought they had to roll over and dodge were in front of Carlos' guards, which were ordinary attacks with shields. In private, many guards said during training and exchanges that when the shield feels the impact of the huge force, there is a thrill of impact, if it is blocked, the backhand is a knife, and it is even more cool to fly!

Under this will to fight, the trolls suffered the loss of inferior equipment, and the first wave of impact, in less than five minutes, was defused by the allies, or there was not a single troll soldier who retreated.

The strength of Carlos' personal guard impressed all the elves, including Aurelia.

"Are you Alterac soldiers so good?"

Aurelia stared at Carlos with burning eyes, and ran to Carlos in between battles and asked.

"Aurelia, I don't really care, but you seem to have forgotten something. ”

Carlos said proudly in a haughty tone.

"Uh, what?"

Aurelia doesn't know why.

"I am a king, and they are the king's guards, the shield of the kingdom. They were easily knocked down by a bunch of trolls from the mountains, what does this king want them to do?"

Carlos's arrogant tone received an enthusiastic response from the Legion of the Guards, and all the sergeants struck their shields with the backs of their long knives with a uniform beating sound, which made the blood of all the soldiers present boil.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is my honour to fight alongside you. ”

Aurelia smiled heartily, and then retreated into her formation, ready for the next wave of the enemy's onslaught.

"Do you hear me? The enemy is taunting us, mocking our incompetence, after losing the four lines of defense, they are laughing at us behind the last of their support, the people of Zuaman, the warriors of Amani, washing away our shame with their blood!"

Zu Jin's status in the hearts of the trolls is no longer a mortal, this troll who is suspected of ascending the altar has boosted the morale of the trolls in a few words, and in a burst of ghost crying wolf howls, the troll army is ready.

"Then Commander Zujin, we orcs attack the left, and you trolls attack the right, no problem, right?"

Coramar asked, and Zujin answered.

"Warriors of the tribe, slay all the enemies!"

"Oh!!"

Colamar's battle cry was simple and crude, but the bloodthirsty orcs responded enthusiastically.

As a result, the horde's army split into two torrents and rushed towards the steel barrier formed by the soldiers of the Alliance, like a left hook and a right hook, which put the people of the Mao tribe in danger.

"My name is Kira Amato, who am I!"

An orc rushed to the front of the line, shouting in the lingua franca of extreme fucking humanity, and rushed towards the human formation.

Judging by the weapons he wears, he is an orc swordmaster.

Kira Yamato...... What day is it, I want to play Blood Valentine's Day, and the tribe has a Kira Amato. ”

Carlos understood the awkward orc lingua franca and felt the corners of his eyes jump.

"Aslan, kill him. ”

"Yes, my king. ”

Ruled by the will of the universe and driven by the king's evil tastes, a human paladin named Aslan Pray confronts his lifelong nemesis, Kira Amato, an orc swordmaster. (To be continued......)